The King's Pet

Chapter 6

. ..𓂃 ྐ❤︎ 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ´ཀ'

“You want to kill me, don’t you?” Bruce whispered, leaning in so close that he could feel Lucas's breath on his skin. “You want to tear me apart.”

His silence was answer enough.

“Good,” Bruce said, his gaze drifting down to Lucas's lips that was now twisted into a snarl.

You’re mine, Lucas. My pet. My responsibility. And if you break the rules, I’ll end you.

The silver chains that bound him were meant to suppress his strength, but Bruce could see the beast within him fighting back. His fingers, once delicate and human-like, began to extend into sharp, menacing claws. The transformation was both horrifying and mesmerizing.

"Impressive," Bruce murmured, more to himself than to him. "You still have some fight left in you."

Lucas's eyes, now glowing with a predatory light, locked onto his. He growled, a deep, guttural sound that moved through the office. The chains rattled as he strained against them, his muscles bulging with the effort. Slowly, agonizingly, he managed to move his hands, inching them closer to Bruce.

Bruce could see the pain etched on Lucas's face, the silver burning his flesh, but he pushed through it. His claws were now mere inches from his throat, and for a moment, he allowed himself to feel a flicker of fear. But it was quickly replaced by a cold determination.

"Enough," He said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. Bruce reached out and grabbed Lucas's wrists, feeling the heat of his struggle against his skin. With a swift, practiced motion, he forced Lucas's hands back against the wall, the chains tightening once more.

"You will not harm me, Lucas," Bruce said, his voice low and commanding. "Not now, not ever."

Lucas snarled, his eyes filled with a mixture of rage and desperation. But Bruce could see the fight draining out of him, the silver doing its cruel work. His claws retracted, his hands falling limp against the chains.

"Good," Bruce whispered, his voice taking on a softer, more seductive tone.

Without any warning, Bruce pushed Lucas onto the couch, barely giving him anytime to adjust before Bruce straddled his hips.

"You were playing a dangerous game there, Lucas. One you may not survive," Bruce murmured. "I warned you," He continued, the promise of pain lacing his voice. "Your defiance will not be tolerated."

Bruce leaned down, as if going in for a kiss but at the last moment, before his lips made contact with Lucas's, he whispered into his ear.

"I will give you a taste of what you'll miss out on if you keep fighting me," He warned, his lips brushing against his ear.

With a sharp tug, Bruce tore his shirt, baring his chest to his gaze. He ran his fingers over the dark, veins that littered his skin, a reminder of the silver's doing. "This," Bruce whispered, "is what I can protect you from. But only if you let me."

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