Page 96 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)

Their lips met in a searing kiss, hot and demanding, as they rode out their release together.

As the aftershocks subsided, Andy lifted his head with a satisfied smirk.

The glint in his eye was nothing short of wicked as he claimed Matt’s lips once more, a kiss that tasted of victory and mischief.

Pulling away with a playful bite to Matt’s lower lip, Andy reached for another tie from their scattered collection, snapping it taut between his hands with an exaggerated flourish.

“Ready for your high-level executive training, Mr. CEO?” Andy’s voice dripped with wicked promise. “I hear you’re due for an… advanced certification.”

Matt reclined against the pillows, arms folded behind his head, a challenging smirk playing on his lips. “I’m all yours. Though I should warn you—I have a history of hostile takeovers.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it.” Andy made a show of wrapping the tie around Matt’s growing erection, which responded eagerly to every brush of his fingers. The silk formed a neat bow, a gift waiting to be unwrapped—eventually. “But for now, you’re under new management.”

“And what does this new management have in store?” Matt’s voice was a low purr of anticipation.

Andy straddled him with deliberate grace, letting the borrowed shirt slip from his shoulders. “Let’s just say… I’m implementing some very hands-on policies.”

Matt let out a low chuckle. “You’re enjoying this power trip far too much.”

“Of course I am.” Andy grinned, trailing kisses down Matt’s chest. “It’s not every day I get to put a leash on Leviathan.”

Time lost all meaning as Andy explored every inch of Matt’s body, his tongue and fingers mapping territories they’d claimed many times before. Matt’s hands found their way to Andy’s hair, tangling in the dark strands as he surrendered to the exquisite torment.

Through hooded eyes, Matt watched Andy work his way lower, mesmerized. Unable to resist, he reached out to cup Andy’s ass, his fingers exploring the delicate skin of Andy’s entrance.

Andy lifted his head, mock indignation in his voice. “You’re not supposed to do that. This is my show, remember?”

“Consider it audience participation,” Matt murmured, plunging his fingers deeper.

Andy’s protest dissolved into a moan. “Keep that up, and I’ll have to restrain your hands too.”

“Promises, promises,” Matt teased, but his words cut off as Andy’s tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. The dual sensations of the tie restraining his release and Andy’s clever mouth had him seeing stars.

In one fluid motion, Matt flipped their positions, leaving Andy face down with his ass in the air. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to go,” Andy groaned into the pillows. “I’m supposed to be the master of ceremonies here.”

“Sorry, pet,” Matt growled against Andy’s ear, his hands gripping the firm globes of Andy’s backside. “But your reign as CEO will have to wait. Right now, I have a pressing matter to attend to.”

“That’s corporate espionage,” Andy gasped as Matt’s tongue traced his entrance.

“No,” Matt corrected, pausing his ministrations just long enough to speak. “This is a hostile takeover. And I always get what I want.”

The tie around Matt’s cock tightened with his growing arousal, a sweet torture that only heightened his desire to claim every inch of the young man beneath him.

Andy’s attempted coup might have failed, but as Matt’s tongue delved deeper, drawing out those delicious moans, it was clear they were both winning this particular power struggle.

Matt reveled in the power shift, his tongue lavishing Andy’s ass with the same meticulous attention he’d apply to a multimillion-dollar deal.

Each stroke was calculated to unravel Andy, to have him coming apart at the seams under Matt’s expert care.

Andy was a hot mess beneath him, breath hitching, hands clutching at the sheets as if they were the only things tethering him to earth.

Satisfied with the state of disarray he’d orchestrated, Matt flipped Andy over without warning, seizing control of the situation. The move caught Andy off guard, and he found himself on his back, eyes sparking with indignant desire. “What— How— That’s cheating!”

“All’s fair in love and war, darling.” Matt’s fingers traced idle patterns on Andy’s heated skin, eyes fixed on his flushed face. “Besides, it’s been a while since I had you at my mercy.”

“Well, that was very… industrial of you.” Andy’s voice trembled, his body ripe for more. “Taking control of the means of production and all that.”

A wicked smile curved Matt’s lips as he gazed at the tempting length before him. “Can’t blame me for wanting my fair share.”

Before Andy could retort, Matt leaned down, taking all of him into his mouth in one smooth stroke.

Andy’s fingers dug into the sheets, a strangled gasp escaping his throat as Matt swallowed around him.

The sensation was pure, electric bliss. Andy arched off the bed, his hips thrusting uncontrollably.

Matt’s mouth was magic, his tongue and throat working in harmony to drain every ounce of resistance from Andy’s body.

Andy’s protests faded into pleas, his body singing under the skill of Matt’s oral devotion.

Every slide of Matt’s mouth, every swirl of his tongue, brought him closer to the edge.

He was trapped in a vortex of sensation, Matt’s name torn from his lips in a broken chorus.

Matt hummed in response, the vibration sending shock waves through Andy’s entire being.

He was lost, adrift in a sea of pleasure, his release building like a tsunami within him.

With one final, determined thrust of his hips, Andy spilled himself into Matt’s waiting mouth.

He rode out his climax, Matt drinking him down as if he were the sweetest vintage.

Gasping for breath, Andy collapsed back against the pillows.

Matt wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug smile on his face as he basked in the postcoital glow.

Panting and spent, Andy rode out the waves of his release in Matt’s arms. When their lips met again, Matt shared the taste of Andy with him—a kiss laden with all the evidence of what they’d just shared.

“That,” Andy panted, his voice shaking, “was corporate sabotage of the hottest kind. I should file a complaint with HR.”

“I prefer to think of it as aggressive market penetration.” A sinful smile played on Matt’s lips. “Though I’m open to negotiations for compensation.”

Andy pushed him back, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh no, Mr. CEO. Time for some mandatory sensitivity training. I think you need a hands-on demonstration of proper workplace conduct.”

Matt raised an eyebrow, challenge sparking in his steel-gray eyes. “Funny, I don’t remember this clause in my employment contract. Should I call my lawyers?”

With a husky laugh, Andy straddled him, pinning Matt’s wrists above his head. “Consider this a surprise audit of your… assets.”

“Well, well… implementing new workplace policies without proper notice?” Matt’s voice dropped to a sinful purr. “How delightfully tyrannical of you.”

Andy surveyed him with mock severity, eyes raking over Matt’s naked form. “I’m particularly concerned about this unauthorized equipment you’re packing. Clearly a violation of workplace safety regulations.”

“Really?” Matt’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “Perhaps you should conduct a thorough inspection. For liability purposes, of course.”

“Oh, I intend to.” Andy’s fingers trailed down Matt’s chest, pausing to tweak his nipples and earning a gratifying groan. “But first, we need to establish some ground rules. Those hands of yours are now officially on paid leave.”

“Understood, boss.” Matt’s voice dripped with amusement, but his eyes blazed with heat. “Though I should warn you—my performance reviews tend to exceed expectations.”

Andy leaned down, claiming Matt’s lips in a searing kiss.

Their tongues danced, sharing the taste of Andy’s release between them.

Slowly, Andy mapped Matt’s body, the journey of his lips echoing the path of his hands.

He kissed and nipped at Matt’s chest, sucking lightly on each nipple until they pebbled.

“Sweet Jesus and all his accountants,” Matt moaned, his head falling back against the pillows as Andy lavished attention on his body. “If you stop now, I’m filing for bankruptcy.”

Smiling against his skin, Andy continued his downward path, worshipping at the altar of Matt’s perfect physique.

He savored the taste of him, the feel of hard muscle and supple skin beneath his lips.

Pausing briefly to pay homage to Matt’s six-pack, Andy trailed kisses farther down, until he reached the object of his desire.

He teased the tip of Matt’s cock with his tongue, swirling it around the sensitive flesh, earning a strangled moan from Matt.

The silk tie still restrained Matt’s length, the friction of the fabric a new and unexpected source of pleasure.

The restriction was a turn-on, heightening his senses and awareness of his own body.

The thought of being at Andy’s mercy, restrained and awaiting his pleasure, sent a bolt of desire straight to his core.

Matt’s hips bucked gently, his breath catching as Andy teased him relentlessly. He was at the mercy of Andy’s enthusiasm, his body thrumming with need. Andy’s mouth was everywhere—his cock, his balls, even the sensitive skin of his inner thighs—leaving no inch of him untouched.

“Christ on a corporate ladder,” Matt whispered, his wrists twisting in Andy’s hold as he fought the urge to grab him and take control. The vulnerability of being at Andy’s mercy was like signing over controlling shares—terrifying and thrilling all at once.

“Enjoying your performance evaluation?” Andy’s smile was pure sin as he paused his ministrations. “I must say, your assets are quite… impressive.”

“All part of the standard Caine Industries package,” Matt managed through gritted teeth, his voice rough with need. “Though I should warn you—this particular merger requires extensive due diligence.”

With a deliberately slow lick that had Matt seeing profit margins, Andy released him with an audible pop. “Oh? Well, Mr. CEO, I’ll need to see your full portfolio before I can approve any… upward adjustments.”

“Trust me,” Matt’s voice was pure silk wrapped in steel, “my credentials are impeccable. And I always”—he bucked his hips meaningfully—”deliver on my projections.”

“Bold claims require solid evidence,” Andy purred, his fingers dancing along Matt’s length. “Let’s see if your performance matches your quarterly reports.”

“I guarantee,” Matt growled, his control fraying like a hostile takeover, “this will be the most satisfying merger of your career.”

Groaning in mock frustration but with genuine anticipation shimmering in his steel-gray eyes, Matt offered himself up to Andy—spread out and waiting for whatever love or torment was to come.

Andy resumed his worship of Matt’s body with fervor, kissing and licking at his chest and nipples.

He flicked and toyed with them until Matt couldn’t help but groan aloud from the pleasure that spiked through him.

Time blurred as Andy continued his oral presentation—until finally lifting his head. “Congratulations, Mr. Caine,” Andy declared with corporate satisfaction. “Your performance metrics are off the charts. Time to authorize your year-end bonus.”

With that, Andy deftly untied the silk restraint, freeing Matt’s aching cock. He wrapped his hand around the base, giving it a firm squeeze that had Matt seeing stars. Then, with a wicked grin, Andy lowered his head and took Matt deep into his mouth.

The wet heat enveloping him was almost too much to bear.

Matt’s hands fisted in the sheets, his hips rising off the bed as Andy worked him with lips and tongue.

The younger man’s enthusiasm was intoxicating, his skill undeniable.

He brought Matt to the brink again and again, only to back off at the last moment, keeping him teetering on the edge.

“Sweet mother of mergers,” Matt ground out, his voice strained with need. “This has to violate some OSHA regulations.”

Andy released him with an obscene pop, his lips glistening like a freshly signed contract. “Just implementing my new edging policy. I find it improves… staff retention.”

“Christ,” Matt panted, gripping the sheets like closing documents, “we need to make these quarterly assessments at least monthly. Weekly, even.”

“Careful there, boss.” Andy’s laugh was pure sin. “Keep talking corporate, and I’ll have to add a penalty clause.”

“What can I say?” Matt’s grin was wolfish. “I always aim to maximize shareholder value.”

With that, Andy resumed his hostile takeover of Matt’s senses, determined to restructure every coherent thought in the CEO’s mind.

And as Matt surrendered to the pleasure, he marveled at how this beautiful upstart had managed the most successful corporate raid of his life—acquiring not just his body, but his heart in the process.

When his release finally came, it was Andy’s name that escaped his lips like a billion-dollar deal closing. Andy collected his dividend with enthusiasm, before crawling up to collapse beside his thoroughly acquired asset.

“I believe,” Andy murmured, his head resting on Matt’s chest, “this concludes our most profitable quarter yet.”

“Mmm,” Matt agreed, running his fingers through Andy’s hair like counting his blessings. “Though I should warn you—hostile takeovers like this tend to result in… aggressive counteroffers.”

“Bring it on, Mr. CEO,” Andy said. “My portfolio can handle anything you’ve got.”