under his control

Burning Up

Jace POV

This damn penthouse was too quiet, except for the low hum of the city far below. I laid on my back in the massive bed, staring at the dark ceiling. The duvet twisted around my legs like it was trying to trap me.

Jace had left about an hour ago, but it still felt like his presence was lingering in the cold air, suffocating me.

He had given me a long list of rules to follow. No social media posting. No unapproved contact with people from my old life. Highly limited school hours, restricted only to the absolute bare minimum required for me to graduate.

He was rewriting my reality, and I should have been furious. I should have told him to f**k off, but the truth was, I could barely even remember half of what he had said.

Jace had unbuttoned his dress shirt halfway down his chest today, exposing a glimpse of his smooth, tanned skin and the hard, defined muscle underneath.

The sharp lines of his navy suit fitted his broad shoulders so perfectly it was genuinely disgusting. I had been so busy staring at the way the fabric stretched over his frame that I completely missed his words until the moment he suddenly stepped forward, closing the distance between us in a single stride.

The memory made my stomach flip. He had reached out, his large, warm hands clamping firmly around my upper arms, trapping me beneath his shadow.

He didn't hurt me, but his grip was so that I couldn't have moved even if I wanted to.

Then, he had leaned down until his lips were practically brushing against my ear, that intoxicating, heavy scent of roses filling my lungs as he spoke.

“You are mine now, Kale.”

He had whispered it in this incredibly deep, rocky, dreamy voice that vibrated straight through my bones and sent a massive, scorching shockwave of heat directly down to my lower half.

Those five words had permanently haunted me, looping over and over in my mind like a broken record.

“Get a grip, what the actual f**k is wrong with you?” I muttered out loud to the empty room, my voice sounding raw and breathless.

I rolled onto my stomach, my heart hammering against my ribs as I grabbed my phone off the mattress.

Jace told me to stay off social media, but he hadn't taken my device away yet. My fingers were shaking as I opened an app and typed his name into the search bar.

I knew he was an executive, but I didn't realize just how famous he actually was. He had millions of followers. Hundreds of fan pages. He was a literal god in the industry, looking flawlessly powerful in every single professional photo.

Then, I stopped scrolling. My breath caught in my throat, and my eyes went wide as I stared at the screen. It was a casual, unedited picture taken at some high end tropical resort.

Jace was completely shirtless, standing on a deck with a pair of dark sunglasses on. His body was an absolute masterpiece of hard, cut muscle washboard abs, deep v-lines disappearing into his low hanging swim trunks, and massive, thick arms that looked capable of snapping a person in half.

His d**k print in that swimming trunk was... Gosh..

A sudden, overwhelming wave of pure, unchecked lust hit me like a physical blow. I couldn't control it anymore. The heat in my chest turned into an agonizing, throbbing ache between my legs that demanded to be answered.

Before I could even think about what I was doing, my hand slid beneath the elastic waistband of my shorts. My fingers closed around my virgin d**k, and the sudden contrast of my cool hand against my burning skin made me let out a sharp, ragged gasp that echoed loudly through the quiet penthouse.

I started stroking it, my movements clumsy and frantic because I had never actually done this before.

I had spent my entire life focusing on survival, on school, and on my music, completely ignoring this side of myself. But Jace Monroe had broken down every single wall in less than three weeks, turning me into a desperate, needy mess.

Every single gasp that left my mouth felt like a small death. I closed my eyes tightly, replacing the image on the phone screen with the vivid, burning memory of Jace standing over me in the entryway.

I imagined those massive hands sliding up from my arms, gripping my waist with a brutal, possessive strength, and tearing my clothes away without a single care.

I pictured him pinning me down against the mattress, his heavy, muscular chest crushing into mine as his dark eyes looked down at me with absolute ownership.

“You are mine,” his ghostly voice whispered in my head again, and the thought of how Jace would actually look while f*****g me... how he would dominate me, break me, hold me down in different positions and claim every single part of my body, drove me completely over the edge.

I stroked my d**k faster and faster. My hips twitched upward against my hand, my breath hitching as a strange, overwhelming pressure built up deep inside my d**k.

I gripped the duvet with my free hand, my toes curling as a sudden, intense wave of electricity exploded through my entire body.

I didn't know when I screamed as I came for the very first time, the intense pleasure rippling through my veins.

I collapsed back onto the pillows, my chest heaving violently as I stared up at the ceiling, my vision slightly blurred from the sheer intensity of the climax.

I lay there for a long time, listening to the sound of my ragged breathing slow down in the empty room.

It felt like I had just experienced a completely different world... a dark, addictive world where I was no longer in control of my own body, and where Jace Monroe held the key to absolutely everything.