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Kieran leaned against his car, still high from the rush of violence, his blood still humming from the way Daniel had begged beneath his fists. But the satisfaction was short-lived.

His phone buzzed. A single text.

Nathaniel Smith: We need to talk, little brother.

Kieran’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling around his phone so hard it creaked.

Nathaniel.

The one person he hated almost as much as he loved Noah.

The leech. The fucking parasite who had slithered his way into his fortune through his mother’s gold-digging womb.

He shoved his phone in his pocket and walked toward the school parking lot, already knowing Nathaniel would be waiting.

And sure enough—there he was.

Dressed in his usual expensive suit, looking like a goddamn model, leaning against his sleek black sports car like he owned the world.

where Kieran was raw power, Nathaniel was polished deception.

And Kieran knew—he was up to something.

Nathaniel smirked, pushing off the car with lazy arrogance. “Kieran. Still picking fights in locker rooms like a caveman?”

Kieran didn’t stop walking. “What do you want?”

Nathaniel sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. “Is that any way to greet your dear older brother?”

“You’re not my brother.”

Nathaniel chuckled, shaking his head. “Father would be heartbroken to hear that.”

Kieran’s hands clenched into fists at the mention of their father—the only person who had ever loved him before he died. The only person who had been too blind to see Nathaniel and his mother bleeding him dry.

“Say what you came here to say,” Kieran growled.

Nathaniel’s smirk widened. He was enjoying this.

“I came to warn you,” Nathaniel said, casually dusting off his cufflinks. “You’re getting too comfortable sitting on your throne. You’ve been… distracted.”

Kieran’s eyes darkened. “And?”

Nathaniel tilted his head, feigning innocence. “And while you’ve been busy , I’ve been making some… adjustments to our financial empire.”

Kieran’s muscles tensed. Adjustments?

Nathaniel grinned. “Let’s just say, if the authorities take a closer look at our books… well, your books, they might find some very interesting discrepancies.”

Money laundering.

Fraud.

Something Kieran never fucking touched.

Kieran’s pulse pounded in his ears. “You wouldn’t.”

Nathaniel grinned.

“Oh, I already did.”

For the first time in a long, long time—Kieran felt rage that rivaled obsession.

Because Nathaniel had just declared war.

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Kieran didn’t think. He lunged.

Nathaniel barely had time to smirk before Kieran’s fist slammed into his jaw, sending him staggering back against his car.

The sound of impact echoed through the parking lot.

Nathaniel wiped his mouth, blood smearing across his perfect, expensive skin. Then, slowly, he grinned.

“Ah,” he chuckled darkly, straightening. “There’s my little beast.”

Kieran saw red.

He grabbed Nathaniel by the collar, slamming him against the car so hard the metal dented.

“You think you can touch what’s mine and get away with it?” Kieran snarled. His fingers tightened around Nathaniel’s throat. “You think I’ll just let you ruin my empire?”

Nathaniel laughed.

Laughed.

“Kieran, Kieran, Kieran…” His voice was syrupy with mockery. “You’re acting like I haven’t been planning this for years.”

Kieran’s grip tightened.

But Nathaniel wasn’t afraid.

No—he was enjoying this.

He leaned closer, his breath hot against Kieran’s cheek. “And what are you gonna do, little brother? Beat me senseless? Kill me? Right here in front of the whole fucking school?”

Kieran’s jaw ticked.

Students had started to gather. Whispers. Gasps. Phones recording.

Nathaniel knew what he was doing.

Kieran forced himself to breathe through the rage, his mind calculating.

“You set this up,” he realized, voice low.

Nathaniel smirked.

“You always were slow, weren’t you?”

Kieran’s vision darkened.

His fingers twitched, his body screaming to finish this, to tear Nathaniel apart.

But then—

Noah.

Somewhere in the crowd. Watching.

Kieran let go.

Nathaniel stumbled, coughing, still grinning.

“Oh, Kieran,” he laughed, straightening his suit. “You’re going to regret this.”

Kieran stepped back, breathing heavily.

Not here. Not now.

But soon.

Nathaniel was dead. He just didn’t know it yet.

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Noah's POV:-

Noah shut the door behind him, pressing his back against the cool wood as he let out a shaky breath. His mind was a mess.

What the hell was happening?

Kieran. The gifts. The way he touched him, ruined him, owned him. And now—this.

The violence.

Noah swallowed hard and forced himself to move, his legs weak as he made his way to his bedroom. He didn’t bother turning on the lights. The city glow seeped through his window, casting long shadows across his walls.

His heart was still racing.

He sat on the edge of his bed, running a hand through his hair. Why couldn’t he stop thinking about Kieran?

The way he looked at him. Touched him. Spoke to him like he was his.

A shiver ran down Noah’s spine.

His fingers ghosted over his neck, where Kieran had marked him. Possessive. Obsessive. Like a brand.

He shouldn’t want this. He shouldn’t crave the way Kieran made him feel.

But he did.

God help him—he did.

******

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Noah sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the unopened box of gifts Kieran had sent him. He told himself he wouldn’t touch them. That he would return them, shove them in Kieran’s smug face and tell him to stop.

But his fingers itched. His mind spun with Kieran’s voice.

"Take them, baby. Or I’ll use them on you myself."

A shiver ran down his spine.

No. He wasn’t doing this.

But his hands moved on their own, pulling the box closer. His heart pounded as he unwrapped the first layer, revealing luxurious silk and lace. His breath hitched. Lingerie.

Heat bloomed in his face as he ran his fingertips over the delicate fabric. It was small, sinful. Meant to cling, to tease, to tempt.

Noah swallowed hard and dug further. His fingers closed around a sleek, smooth object, and when he pulled it out, his entire body froze.

A toy.

Memories of Kieran’s dark laughter filled his mind.

"You’ve never touched yourself, have you, kitten?"

"Let me tell you how to use it."

His body betrayed him. Heat curled low in his stomach as he pictured Kieran—his deep voice, the way his strong hands pinned him down, claimed him, ruined him.

Noah’s breath came faster, his fingers trembling around the object in his hand. His legs pressed together, but it wasn’t enough.

Damn it.

He wanted to throw it away. He wanted to pretend none of this was happening.

But he also wanted to know—

What would it feel like if Kieran was right here, watching him, telling him exactly what to do?

******

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Noah sat frozen on his bed, the toy heavy in his trembling hands.

This is wrong.

His mind screamed at him to stop, to throw it away, to pretend he never even considered it.

But Kieran’s voice echoed in his head.

"You’ve never touched yourself, have you, kitten?"

"Let me tell you how to use it."

His breath hitched as his fingers tightened around it. His body felt too warm, too sensitive.

Noah bit his lip, his heart pounding. His legs pressed together, but it only made things worse. The ache was unbearable.

Slowly, hesitantly, he let himself imagine.

Kieran’s strong hands spreading him open. His voice, dark and amused, whispering sinful instructions.

"That’s it, baby. Let me see how desperate you get for me."

A shaky gasp escaped Noah’s lips as he gave in to the heat consuming him, his body betraying him in the worst way.

He thought of Kieran. Of his lips, his touch, the way he commanded him without even trying.

The pleasure built quickly, almost embarrassingly so.

"You’re mine, kitten."

Noah choked back a moan, his body shaking, his mind unraveling.

And when he finally shattered, Kieran’s name fell from his lips.

*****

Kieran's POV

Kieran leaned against the wall outside Noah’s window, his lips curling into a wicked smirk.

He hadn’t planned to come here tonight. Not really. He just wanted to check on his little kitten, make sure he was safe—make sure he was alone.

But this? This was a gift.

Noah, sprawled out on his bed, cheeks flushed, writhing. His pretty lips parted, letting out soft, desperate gasps.

Kieran’s amusement deepened when he saw the toy in Noah’s shaking hand.

So, he listened.

A low, dark chuckle rumbled in Kieran’s throat.

And the best part? Noah said his name.

Begged for him.

Kieran leaned his forehead against the cool glass, his breath fogging up the window as he watched.

Noah’s legs trembled, his body arching as he whimpered his name.

"Kieran… please…"

Kieran let out a sharp breath, his hand slipping down to his waistband. Fuck.

He hadn’t meant to do this—not here, not now—but Noah was making it impossible. His soft, gasping moans, the way his back arched, the desperation in his voice… it was all for him.

"You’re mine, kitten," Kieran murmured darkly, palming himself through his jeans. He didn’t care if anyone saw him. Let them.

He dragged his zipper down, slipping his hand inside, groaning at the sensation. His gaze never wavered from Noah—his little lover, his obsession.

Noah’s fingers trembled, his voice a breathless whimper. It was sinful. It was perfect.

Kieran stroked himself, matching Noah’s rhythm, as he rub , himself on pillow..his jaw clenching as pleasure curled tight in his stomach.

"Fuck… look at you, baby," he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

Noah’s thighs quivered, his gasps growing more desperate, his pretty lips forming Kieran’s name again and again.

That was all it took.

Kieran came, hard, biting down on his lower lip to stifle the growl that threatened to escape. His free hand clenched into a fist against the wall as white-hot pleasure crashed through him.

His breath came in ragged pants, his fingers still wrapped around himself, his release marking the ground beneath the window.

Slowly, his smirk returned.

He tucked himself away, exhaling deeply, his eyes never leaving Noah.

"You have no idea what you just did, kitten," he murmured, voice thick with dark promise.

Noah had no clue that he had just sealed his fate.

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Kieran’s grip on the window frame tightened as filthy, possessive thoughts flooded his mind. He could ruin him right now. Climb through the window, press Noah down into his mattress, and show him exactly who he belonged to.

He licked his lips, eyes burning with hunger.

"You’re so cute when you think you have control, baby. But look at you… coming undone with just my voice in your head."

Kieran exhaled sharply, forcing himself to stay put. Not yet.

He wanted Noah to admit it. To realize he was already owned.

For now, he’d let his little kitten have this moment.

But soon?

Noah wouldn’t be able to touch himself without him there to watch.

Not that , the innocent little thing , touched himself , he just came undone by imagining.

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