Chapter 45
Jace had not expected the message from Elias.
He sat in the cab for a full minute after it pulled into the wide circular drive of the Crane mansion, staring up at the looming house. It had been weeks since he had last set foot here. Jace’s pulse was a mess in his throat as he climbed out and paid the cabman, he headed towards the entrance each step echoing louder than it should.
The door opened before he had the chance to knock. Elias stood there, shirt sleeves rolled to his forearms, eyes shadowed in a way that made Jace’s stomach twist. He looked tired, wrecked almost.
“Come in,” Elias said, his voice rough, low, dangerous.
The moment Jace crossed the threshold, the air changed. He thought he would have at least a second for pleasantries, maybe an explanation for why he was summoned. He got none of it. Elias closed the door, locked it, and in one stride had his hand at the back of Jace’s neck, pulling him in.
The kiss was searing. No hesitation, no soft testing of boundaries. Elias’s mouth claimed him like it had been waiting too long.... like he was starved, and Jace could not resist answering with equal hunger. Their lips crushed together, their breaths tangled, the taste of Elias dizzying him until the world tilted off balance. Jace’s fingers clutched at Elias’s shirt, dragging him closer, losing himself in the heat of it.
By the time Elias pulled back, Jace’s chest was heaving, lips swollen, his mind scrambling to catch up with what just happened. Elias did not look the same anymore, his eyes were darker, sharper, his jaw tense like he was holding back a storm.
Jace parted his lips to speak, to ask why he had been called, but Elias silenced him with a single, deliberate step forward. The command was already there in his gaze, a raw hunger wrapped in steel control.
Elias’s voice came out rough and final, brooking no argument.
“On your knees.”
The words slammed into Jace. His pulse spiked, shame burning under his skin. His knees hit the marble before his pride could catch up, the cool surface biting into his flesh as if to remind him who he belonged to.
Elias towered over him, shirt unbuttoned, slacks hanging dangerously low. The penthouse lights turned his skin to gold, carved every muscle. His eyes dark, unflinchingly fixed on Jace with a hunger.
“You know what I want.” His voice was velvet and steel, smooth but lethal.
Jace’s throat tightened. He hated that his lips formed the word anyway. “Yes.”
Elias’s hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head back until Jace’s eyes watered. His mouth was forced open by the thick, heavy weight of Elias cock against his lips, it made his chest seize. He wanted to resist. He wanted to devour it. He did both at once, trembling as Elias pressed his cock deeper into his throat.
“Open wider,” Elias hissed. “Show me what you are good for.”
Jace obeyed, gagging as Elias thrust his cock past the back of his tongue. The burn in his throat mixed with the throb between his legs until his entire body shook. His nails dug crescents into Elias’s thighs as the rhythm grew brutal, merciless.
“You like this, don’t you?” Elias’s words were a snarl. “You like being on your knees... being my pretty little plaything.”
Humiliation scalded Jace’s cheeks, yet the traitorous moan that escaped him betrayed everything he wanted to hide. His eyes glossed with lust.
Elias pulled free, leaving Jace gasping, saliva dripping down his chin. His smirk was pure cruelty.
“On the bed. Face down.”
The command rolled through Jace like thunder. He crawled across the mattress, each movement shaking with dread and arousal. He knew what Elias wanted. His body presented itself before his mind had the chance to argue arched back, parted thighs, trembling, hard and exposed.
Elias’s large hands clamped around his hips, holding him in place like he was nothing more than property. His cock slid along the cleft of Jace’s ass, slow, deliberate, taunting.
“Beg.”
The word ignited something low and desperate in Jace’s gut.
“Please… Elias,” he gasped, voice breaking. “Use me.
...Fuck me.”
Elias leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “Is that what you want? To be my slut?”
The word cut like a blade, but Jace’s answer came anyway, raw and breathless. “Yes, Daddy. I want you to fuck me hard.”
The sound Elias made was a dark rumble, something between a growl and laughter. He drove into Jace in one merciless thrust, burying himself deep. The shock ripped the air from Jace’s lungs, leaving him shaking, clawing at the sheets.
Elias did not wait. He took. Hard, brutal, relentless. Each thrust pounded through Jace’s bones, dragged gasps and cries from his throat until the room rang with them. Jace wanted to deny him, wanted to despise him, but pleasure rolled through his body in vicious waves, undoing him, betraying him.
“You thought you were in control,” Elias whispered against his neck, voice a poisonous caress.
Jace froze beneath him.
“I know who you are,” Elias murmured, thrusts slow and punishing now, deliberate. “I know about your parents. I know why you’re really here.”
Ice shot through Jace’s veins, terror cracking his chest wide open.
Elias’s tongue traced the shell of his ear, his laugh cruel and low. “It’s almost sweet. The little lies you told yourself. That you had the upper hand.”
He slammed back into Jace, harder, deeper, shaking the bed frame. Jace cried out, a sound torn between ecstasy and dread.
“Now,” Elias whispered, voice jagged with dominance, “let’s see how far you’ll go to keep that secret, sweetheart....let's see how long before my father finds out who you are”
Elias’s pace was relentless. His grip bruised Jace’s hips, his thrusts punishing and deep, forcing Jace to feel every inch of him. It was too much for Jace his body trembled, overstimulated, every nerve raw. Yet pleasure curled deep in his belly, cruel and undeniable, building with every rough snap of Elias’s hips.
Jace gasped, his voice breaking. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” Elias cut him off, dragging his hand around to fist Jace’s cock and stroking it. The touch was almost unbearable, Jace’s body betrayed him again, arching, keening, chasing the edge Elias forced on him.
The orgasm ripped through him violently, tearing him apart, leaving him shaking so hard he thought he might break. He collapsed forward, chest pressed to the damp sheets, his throat raw from the sounds Elias wrung out of him.
But still...Elias didn’t stop.
Even as Jace’s body went limp beneath him, Elias drove into him harder, his breath ragged, his voice a litany of curses and low growls. His body pressed down against Jace’s back, hot and heavy, his thrusts almost desperate now, as though chasing something he couldn’t quite reach.
Jace whimpered, his voice wrecked. He tried to twist away to ease the pressure, but Elias pinned him down effortlessly, his larger frame trapping him against the bed.
“You can't run from me, sweetheart?” Elias hissed, teeth grazing the back of Jace’s neck.
Jace’s lips parted, but no sound came out, just a shuddering gasp as Elias’s teeth sank into his skin, marking him, claiming him.
The words Elias whispered after that blurred, half curse, half prayer, and Jace was too far gone to cling to meaning. His body moved only because Elias demanded it, each thrust pushing him further into that dangerous territory....ecstasy. His cock twitched weakly against the sheets, overstimulated beyond relief, his entire body trembling.
By the time Elias finally came, spilling hot inside him, Jace was nearly boneless, his body wrung dry. Elias collapsed on top of him, both of them slick with sweat, panting into the silence.
The room reeked of sex, the sheets damp and tangled beneath them. The only sound was the harsh rhythm of their breathing, slowly settling, becoming more quiet.
Elias rolled onto his back, dragging Jace with him until he lay sprawled across his chest, unwilling to let him go. His arm remained locked tightly around Jace’s waist, his grip too firm, but tender.
The silence stretched on, thick and suffocating, heavy with everything they weren’t saying.