I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Lysander’s pov

I woke up before sunrise.

For several seconds, I just lay there staring at the ceiling while rain tapped softly against the windows.

The soreness hit me and my entire body stiffened instantly.

Fragments of last night flashed through my head so violently my stomach twisted.

Heat crawled up my neck immediately, followed by disgust so sharp I nearly felt sick.

I shoved the blanket away and sat up too quickly, pain shooting through my lower back hard enough to make me suck in a breath.

God.

I needed to leave before Gideon woke up.

The bedroom still smelled faintly wrong. Sweat, rainwater, and sex, everything mixed together until I felt like I couldn’t breathe properly inside the room anymore.

My gaze flickered toward the fallen camera stand near the bed.

I looked away immediately.

No.

I wasn’t thinking about it.

I grabbed the first oversized hoodie I could find and pulled it over myself before hurrying downstairs.

The house was quiet except for faint noises coming from the kitchen. Early morning light spilled weakly through the tall windows lining the hallway, turning everything pale gray.

I almost made it to the refrigerator before Darius noticed me.

"Morning."

My entire body tensed instinctively.

Darius stood near the stove holding a coffee mug, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. He looked perfectly normal.

Meanwhile I felt like everyone could see what happened to me just by looking.

"Morning," I mumbled, avoiding his gaze instantly. The words Gideon said to me affected me more than I thought.

I kept my head lowered while opening the refrigerator.

"You’re awake early," Darius said casually.

"I have class."

My voice sounded strange even to me.

I grabbed a bottle of milk mostly to give myself something to do with my hands.

"Are you alright?"

The question made my stomach twist.

"Yeah."

He moved even closer and I started twitching, "You don’t look alright."

I forced myself not to panic.

"I just didn’t sleep well."

Please stop looking at me.

Please.

For a second, the kitchen went quiet except for the soft sound of coffee brewing behind us before Darius spoke again.

"Haven’t seen Gideon since yesterday," he busied himself with the cups. "Did you happen to see him last night?"

Something hot and ugly snapped inside me instantly.

"How would I know?" I snapped at him.

Silence slammed into the kitchen immediately afterward.

I froze and knocked myself internally for giving things away. It wasn’t my fault Darius couldn’t control his dick of a son.

Darius looked genuinely surprised.

Shit.

"I—I’m sorry," I said quickly, avoiding his eyes. "I didn’t mean— I just don’t feel good today."

My hand moved unconsciously toward my neck.

Toward the marks hidden beneath the hoodie collar.

The second I realized what I was doing, panic shot through me because Darius noticed too.

His gaze flickered downward briefly.

I wanted to disappear.

"I’m late," I muttered before grabbing the milk and practically fleeing the kitchen.

Even after I reached the hallway, I could still feel his eyes on me.

Darius’s pov

I stayed in the kitchen long after Lysander disappeared down the hallway.

Something about the way he walked bothered me. He was so stiff.

Slowly, I lifted my coffee cup to my lips, but my attention remained fixed on the empty hallway ahead of me.

I recalled the marks along his neck, faint bruises hidden beneath the collar of his hoodie.

My eyes narrowed slightly.

For a moment, I considered calling him back downstairs.

Instead, I turned and headed toward my study.

The door clicked shut behind me as I loosened my tie with one hand and sat behind the desk. I opened the hidden surveillance program almost automatically.

Several camera feeds appeared on the screen.

My gaze settled immediately on the one labeled Lysander — Bedroom.

I replayed the footage from last night.

Thunder echoed softly through the speakers.

The camera angle shifted violently after crashing onto the floor.

I was not surprised when Gideon stepped out of the closet wearing that ridiculous golden mask.

I closed my eyes briefly.

Of course.

That Impulsive idiot.

I should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to control himself forever.

My jaw tightened.

Immediately, I grabbed my phone and called Gideon.

He answered after several rings.

"Hello father," he slurred the words out.

"You stupid boy, you can fool around in private if you want," I said coldly, "but don’t bring it online. Haven’t you embarrassed this family enough already?"

My voice remained calm, but irritation simmered underneath every word.

Because if that man ever discovered Gideon touched Lysander first, things would become troublesome very quickly and I had absolutely no interest in dragging myself into hell because my son couldn’t control himself.

Gideon laughed quietly through the speaker.

"What’s wrong, Father?" he drawled mockingly. "Disappointed your son turned out to be another filthy queer whore?"

My expression hardened instantly when I heard those words and even more when he continued.

"But honestly, are you one to talk? You are not exactly the poster father of the noble."

My brows furrowed.

"I found the photos of Lysander hidden in your room."

I froze.

For the first time since the conversation started, genuine alarm shot through me.

"Fuck," I muttered immediately. "It’s not what you think."

"Really?"

"That was—"

"Father," Gideon interrupted lazily, "you’re watching last night’s footage right now, aren’t you?"

My hand moved instinctively.

I minimized the surveillance window immediately despite being completely alone.

Slowly, my gaze lowered where a large bulge strained visibly beneath my slacks.

Disgust flickered through me immediately.

Maybe it was just the sounds from the recording. Lysander’s voice had always been dangerously soft and fragile in a way that made people want to ruin him just to hear more.

I opened my mouth to deny it again, but Gideon continued before I could speak.

"Lysander’s beautiful," he said casually.

My grip tightened around the phone.

"He looks even prettier when he’s overwhelmed. Pale skin, flushed cheeks, trembling thighs..." Gideon laughed softly under his breath. "Every reaction he makes is addictive."

"Shut up."

"He tried so hard to stay quiet at first," Gideon continued lazily. "Like he was embarrassed people were watching him. But the more attention he got, the more sensitive he became. His sweet little hole welcomed me home each time I thrust inside him. You should know since you are spying on us, his ass is so soft and pale like a melted cream."

My throat suddenly felt dry.

"He looked so pretty crying," Gideon murmured. "Especially when he forgot the camera was there. Every time I moved, he’d gasp for forever. He kept calling me Master. When he came, his whole body burned hot like fireplace embers. He kept grinding back against me while his cock twitched and spilled all over his chest. Honestly, I almost stopped halfway through. He was begging for more, begging me to fuck him harder and I did till he was satisfied."

"Gideon."

"And the funniest part?" He laughed quietly. "I still want more. He is so addictive and sweet. Fuck, I want to ruin his beautiful ass till he can’t walk properly. That boy is the most beautiful slut I have ever seen."

An unpleasant feeling crawled up inside my chest. Jealousy, possessiveness, lust. I hated all three immediately.

"Why the hell are you telling me this?" I snapped harshly. "Have you completely lost your mind? How dare you talk to me like that, I am your father."

Gideon only sounded more amused.

"You’re turned on, aren’t you, Father?"

Slowly, I lowered my gaze again toward the obvious bulge beneath my pants.

My jaw tightened hard enough to hurt.

"Tell you what," Gideon said lazily. "Skip to the middle of the recording. Consider it my little gift to you."

Then the line disconnected.

For several long moments, I simply stared at the dark phone screen in my hand before my eyes drifted back toward the paused footage.

My step son was so ripe that I wished we had met under different circumstances. He was so freaking beautiful that I found myself staring at him from time to time. I wanted him. Hell, who doesn’t?

I stared hard at my erection, willing it to go away. I didn’t want to admit what I knew but my body was already doing that for me.

Lysander was like a flower just beginning to bloom, tempting men into destroying themselves over him without hesitation.

But Lysander belonged to that man.

None of us could afford to provoke him.

Gideon had already been a mistake I tolerated only because of his dead mother.

And yet...

My eyes remained fixed on Lysander’s face frozen on the screen. Slowly, I leaned closer toward the monitor.

My hands reached down to my pants, rubbing gently on my cock. I stroked the erection, and a little groan slipped past my lips. I imagined Lysander beneath me, that rosy ass jutted in front of me. I am spanking, bitting and fucking the hell out of him.

Is this really what I wanted or maybe I was just searching for excuses to justify desires I should never have entertained in the first place

Was I truly afraid of him finding out?

Honestly... What the hell could his family, anyway?

To hell with him.

As long as I continued doing what they wanted, they wouldn’t survive much longer.

The thought of sharing Lysander with Gideon should have disgusted me.

Instead, it only made my pulse heavier.

Gideon had always used twisted methods to seek attention. Lysander looked far too breakable to survive being trapped between us, but he would just belong to just us.

Father and son.

I stroked even harder when his lewd moans filled the room.

My eyes drifted downward briefly before returning to the screen again.

Then, almost unconsciously, I whispered Lysander’s name into the empty study as I came hard. My cum splashing on his face on the big screen.

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