I refused them both.
The messages had multiplied overnight — encrypted offers, veiled threats, and carefully worded proposals from Kane’s shadow network and Voss’s inner circle. They all wanted the same thing: my alignment. My influence over the empty Supreme seat. My quiet endorsement of whichever side could secure the throne.
I let every request go unanswered.
Instead, I walked into the treatment room and found Justin exactly where he belonged — on his knees on the raised medical bed, thighs spread wide, hands clasped behind his back, body trembling with the constant effort of holding the position under calculated delay.
His c**k hung heavy and flushed between his legs, leaking in slow, rhythmic drops that glistened on the sheets. Sweat rolled down his chest. His golden eyes lifted t
