Riddle’s crimson eyes burned with defiance the moment Lucky slipped into his chambers. The butler’s usual meek posture—head bowed, hands clasped—only fueled the prince’s reckless hunger.

“Strip,” Riddle commanded, his voice a low growl.

Lucky froze, his delicate features flushing. “My prince, I only came to—“

“I said strip.” Riddle closed the distance, his fingers tangling in Lucky’s silver hair. “Or must I treat you like the disobedient servant you are?”

A whimper escaped Lucky’s lips as Riddle’s other hand groped the growing bulge in the butler’s trousers. The feel of that hardening cock through the fabric sent a jolt through Riddle. This was rebellion. This was freedom.

He shoved Lucky against the ornate bedpost, working open his butler’s uniform with frantic urgency. Buttons popped. Fabric tore. Lucky’s pale chest was exposed, his pink nipples pebbling instantly in the cool air. Riddle latched onto one with his mouth, biting and sucking while his hand shoved down Lucky’s trousers.

His fingers wrapped around Lucky’s dick. It was hot and already leaking pre-cum, sliding easily in Riddle’s grasp. The butler’s hips bucked involuntarily, a choked moan filling the room. “P-Please…”

“Please what?” Riddle snarled, dropping to his knees. He yanked Lucky’s trousers and briefs down to his ankles, exposing his full length. Riddle didn’t hesitate. He took Lucky’s cock deep into his throat, swallowing around the head. The