I Bullied the Future Mafia's Boss(Dark Bl)

Chapter 10:The Final Straw

As the first light of dawn filtered through the broken windows of the abandoned house, Kane and Lucas prepared to leave. The dilapidated building had served as their private refuge for the night, its decaying walls and shattered glass now a backdrop to their departure.

Lucas stood in the center of a dusty room, having discarded his ruined clothes earlier. Kane's gaze was fixed on him with a mix of predatory interest and satisfaction. A pile of clothes, clearly Kane's, lay nearby—scraps of a middle-class wardrobe meant for such occasions.

Lucas approached the clothes with a mixture of relief and practicality. He picked up a pair of well-worn jeans and a simple shirt from the pile. The jeans were slightly large but fit well enough, and the shirt, though plain, was clean. He slipped into the jeans first, pulling them up and fastening them. Then, he put on the shirt, smoothing it out and buttoning it with deliberate precision.

With his makeshift outfit now in place, Lucas turned to address the lingering taste in his mouth from their earlier encounter. He walked over to a small bag of candy he had stashed away, selected a vibrant, fruit-flavored piece, and unwrapped it. The sweet, tangy flavor quickly overpowered the aftertaste, refreshing his palate.

Satisfied with his appearance and the fresh taste in his mouth, Lucas glanced at Kane, who watched him with a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness. Kane's gaze remained intense as he pushed off from the wall and held the door open for Lucas.

Outside, the early morning light cast long shadows across the landscape. Kane led the way to his vehicle—a silver sedan that reflected his middle-class status. Lucas followed, slipping into the passenger seat with a practiced ease. The inside of the car was clean and well-maintained, a stark contrast to the grimy surroundings of the abandoned house.

As Kane drove, the car was filled with a tense silence. Lucas looked out the window, his mind already shifting to the day ahead, but Kane's presence was impossible to ignore. After a few minutes, Kane's hand reached over to rest casually on Lucas's thigh. The touch was deliberate and possessive, a reminder of the previous night and the claim Kane had on him.

Lucas glanced at Kane, catching his eye in the rearview mirror. Kane's expression was a mix of satisfaction and unspoken intensity. The hand on his thigh was warm, and Lucas could feel the faint pressure of Kane's touch even through the fabric of his jeans. It was a subtle yet constant reminder of the power dynamics between them.

Kane's fingers lightly stroked Lucas's leg, the gesture intimate and charged with underlying meaning. The movements were gentle but possessive, each touch a reaffirmation of Kane's control and the bond they had forged. Lucas could feel the tension in Kane's hand, a silent promise of more to come.

"Just making sure you're comfortable," Kane said, his voice low and edged with a hint of possessiveness.

Lucas shifted closer to Kane, his body language radiating a mix of confidence and intrigue. He reached out and placed his hand deliberately on Kane's, which was resting on his thigh.

"Just so you know," Lucas said softly, his voice a mix of challenge and seduction. "I'm not one to be easily controlled. I can play this game too."

With a slow, deliberate motion, Lucas's hand slid up Kane's arm and then down to his lap, his fingers brushing teasingly against Kane's inner thigh. The touch was light but intentional, drawing a subtle gasp from Kane as Lucas's fingers lingered near his groin.

Kane's eyes darkened with a mixture of surprise and arousal. "Careful, Lucas," he warned, though his voice betrayed a hint of anticipation. "You might be playing with fire."

Lucas's smile widened, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I like fire," he replied, his voice a low murmur. "It keeps things interesting."

The moment hung between them the entire trip until Kane pulled up to the Morton's mansion, charged with an electric tension.