The penthouse was quiet now, only the soft drip of rain against the windows and the slow, steady rhythm of their breathing. Pete lay tangled in sheets, chest heaving, body alive with every memory of Vegas' dominance, his rough hands, the smoldering fire that had consumed him.
Vegas stood over him, dark eyes smoldering, smirk still playing on his lips. He leaned down, brushing a hand over Pete's damp hair, fingers lingering against the flushed skin of his neck. "See?" Vegas murmured, voice low, rough, teasing. "This… all of this… you belong to me. And you know it."
Pete swallowed, lips dry, pulse racing, heart hammering against his ribs. "I… I can't… I…" His words faltered; there was no denying it anymore. Every thought, every shiver, every nerve burned with Vegas.
Vegas smiled, a dangerous, triumphant curve. "Shh… no more lies. No more fighting it. You are mine. Forever."
He pressed a kiss to Pete's forehead, then mouth, claiming, possessive, tender even in its intensity. Every motion was deliberate, a reminder, a promise, a claim. Pete's body melted under him, trembling, surrendered, utterly consumed.
"You're fire," Vegas whispered, pulling back just enough to look down at him. "And I… I'm the storm that keeps you burning. Always."
Pete's chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, mind spinning, body alive, heart full. He couldn't resist. He didn't want to. Vegas had taken him completely—mind, body, and soul—and he would follow him into chaos, fire, and obsession forever.
The city below slept unaware, but in the Montclair penthouse, two lives had fused in heat, danger, and desire. Chains, fire, lust, and obsession had bound them—irrevocably, relentlessly, and addictively.
Vegas smirked once more, trailing a hand down Pete's chest. "Forever, pet. Remember that. You're mine. Every inch, every heartbeat. And there's no going back."
Pete's lips curved in a shaky, breathless smile. "I… I know."
The rain tapped against the windows as the storm outside faded—but the inferno inside the Montclair penthouse raged on. And both of them, fire and storm, chaos and control, had finally found their perfect, dangerous balance.
Vegas Montclair and Pete… consumed forever.