The city below the Montclair penthouse was a blur of neon, rain, and chaos—but inside, Pete felt a different kind of storm. Vegas Montclair's presence loomed over him like smoke and fire, his gaze sharp, predatory, impossible to ignore.
Pete had thought he could maintain some control, some distance. But Vegas had dismantled it piece by piece—mind, body, and heart. Every touch, every word, every cruelly whispered promise had bound him tighter to the dangerous man he hated, feared, and craved all at once.
Vegas appeared suddenly, leaning against the doorway, smirk wide, eyes dark, dangerous. "You think last night was intense?" he purred, voice low, rough. "No, pet… that was just a warning. Tonight, you'll learn what it truly means to be mine."
Pete's chest tightened. He tried to steady himself, tried to pull back, but Vegas closed the distance before he could breathe. Every motion was predatory, every glance charged.
"You can't escape me," Vegas growled, one hand gripping Pete's jaw, tilting his head back. "You're mine. Your thoughts, your body, your resistance—it all belongs to me. Understand?"
Pete's heart raced, mind screaming, body betraying him. "I… I can't—"
Vegas' lips crushed against his, rough, claiming, and Pete gasped. Every nerve, every muscle, every pulse was ablaze. Vegas moved with precision, dominance, and hunger, testing boundaries, teasing, punishing, claiming.
Chains returned this night, cold and firm, biting gently into Pete's skin, a reminder of control and surrender. Vegas' hands roamed with calculated, deliberate intent, every touch a lesson in desire and obedience.
"You're trembling," Vegas murmured, teeth grazing Pete's neck. "Good… you're learning. Resistance only makes it more delicious. Admit it, pet… you love being mine."
Pete arched, breath hitching. "I… I can't…"
Vegas' grin widened, wicked, triumphant. "You can, pet. And you will. Every inch of you belongs to me. Every gasp, every shiver, every heartbeat. And by the end… you'll crave it."
Hours passed like lightning and fire—chains, touches, whispers, dominance, teasing, punishment, and reward. Pete's mind blurred, body trembling, heart burning. Vegas' control was complete, yet tender in the places that made Pete's chest ache with something deeper than lust—something terrifying and addictive.
By the time dawn's first light brushed the city, Pete was shattered, trembling, but undeniably his own… only to Vegas. And Vegas' smirk told him, in no uncertain terms, that the final chapter was coming.