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“I know what you’re trying to do here. And no, I will not give Barty a job. The last thing I want is him fucking up my company as well.”

“Watch your language,” snapped his father. “And what do you mean by that comment?”

Gregory couldn’t say anything. Oscar had sworn him to secrecy about the regulatory investigation, and he would never betray his trust.

“Do you know what would have been a nice opener when I arrived? Thank you for the million quid you pulled out of thin air to bail out your waste of space brother again.”

“Family shouldn’t need to say thank you.”

“Family is a bit of a stretch.”

“Gregory, what has got into you?” said his mother, her voice almost screeching. “It’s those degenerates. They’ve turned you against your own family.”

“They are my family,” he shouted. He wasn’t sure what had come over him, but he was on a roll now. “They’ve been more family to me than any of you have ever been.”

“How dare you speak to your mother like that,” shouted his father, standing up. “After everything she’s done for you?”

“Are you taking the piss? Everything she’s done for me? Do you know what it was like to be rejected by the people who were supposed to love me unconditionally? To be kicked out with nothing at eighteen years old? You act like it never happened.”

“That’s all in the past, Gregory. We’ve forgiven you,” said his mother.

“Forgiven me? Is this a fucking joke? You’re only interested in my money. You should be the one on your knees begging for my forgiveness.”

An image of Oscar on his knees flashed in his mind, and he couldn’t help but snort with laughter.

“What the hell is so funny?” said his father.

“You really don’t want me to answer that.”

“No, spit it out. I can’t see how insulting your family, who’ve done everything to provide for you, could be so amusing.”

Spit it out.Gregory cracked up laughing. What was wrong with him? Had he been possessed by Jason or something?

“What are you laughing at? Do you think it’s funny to upset your mother like this?”

“Sorry, I was thinking about someone else.”

“Who?”

“Oscar Montgomery.”

“What the hell has he got to do with this?”

“I just remembered that he doesn’t spit when he’s on his knees and I come down his throat.”

Gregory almost wanted to take a picture of his entire family, even Barty, who were looking at him dumbfounded, jaws agape. He didn’t wait for a response, just turned on his heels and left.

CHAPTER16

OSCAR

Oscar moaned with pleasure as Gregory slammed into him. They were at his house, so could be as loud as they wanted. He’d wanted Gregory to fuck him missionary, but his bossy little nerd was surprisingly strong when he was horned up, and Oscar had been pushed down into the mattress, with Gregory giving him barely any prep before he thrust into him. The burn was one of his favourite parts, but the grunts of pleasure as Gregory pounded his hole were at the top of the list. Knowing he did that to Gregory was enough to send him close to the edge. Oscar had only ever had one prostate orgasm before, but with Gregory, that was the norm. The way he could hit the spot perfectly whilst still keeping up a punishing pace was unbelievable. How many guys had he practiced on to perfect that? Not something he wanted to think about whilst he was being owned. Nobody had ever read his body like this. Gregory Balfour had completely ruined him for any other man.

“Turn over,” Gregory growled in his ear, before pulling out.

Oscar didn’t waste any time rolling onto his back and pulling his thighs up to his chest. He gave thanks to whoever had invented arm day; he could hold this pose for as long as Gregory needed him to.

“Look at your hole, all open from my cock.”

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