Chapter: Chapter 36.The world tilted. Drake’s heart slammed against his ribs, his body caught between disbelief and something dangerously close to hope.He let out a nervous laugh instead, the kind that scratched against his own throat. “ I should be…your..boyfriend? Like we should be dating? That’s… that’s ridiculous,” he stammered, the words tumbling over themselves in an awkward rush. He expected Miguel to laugh too, to shrug it off as some reckless joke born out of late-night teasing and too much honesty.But Miguel wasn’t laughing.When Drake finally dared to look up, he found those sharp eyes fixed directly on him, unwavering, and unreadable yet so intent it made his stomach tighten. Miguel wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t teasing. He was staring straight at his face, and straight through him and Drake’s laughter died in his throat.His heart sank.“I’m dead serious, Drake,” Miguel said quietly, every syllable sounded serious, and stripped of playfulness.The air in the car shifted. Drake’s chest tightene
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Chapter: Chapter 35.He flinched back, pulse surging, braced for the worst, for the shadow that haunted his dreams to step through at last. Instead, a familiar reek of alcohol rushed in before the man himself. “Drake!” his uncle’s voice thundered, slurred yet vicious. His eyes were bloodshot, his figure swaying unsteadily as he filled the doorway like some looming wraith. “Evil child… I should’ve known. You think I can die of the cold outside? You can’t kill me the way you killed your parents!” The words lashed like knives, sharp and cruel, dragging old wounds wide open. Drake froze, staring at him, the accusation coiling through the silence. And yet, against all expectation, his chest loosened with a raw, shaky exhale. His uncle’s presence, though pathetic, staggering, and loud, wasn’t an intruder. It wasn’t the masked man from his nightmares. Relief washed over him, strange and bitter, clashing with the insult. At least it wasn’t someone come to finish the job. At least it wasn’t real death wai
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Chapter: Chapter 34.The words hung in the air like a death sentence. It was final and left no room for questions, then the guard lowered his head in obedience instead, but his eyes flickered with unease.Adams tapped his finger once on the desk, “Do not fail me.”Meanwhile outside.Miguel froze outside the heavy oak door of his father’s office. He hadn’t meant to stop, hadn’t even meant to listen, but the sharp edge in Adams’ voice when he choose to believe him was suspicious, and this confirmed his suspicions. “…quit wasting time following Miguel,” Adam's voice kept on ringing in his mind. “From now on, your eyes stay on the boy. Drake.”His breath hitched. His palm pressed flat against the cold wall as his heartbeat thundered in his ears.“If my suspicions are true, don’t waste time. Eliminate him.”He heard the voice replay his father's words in his mind, to the extent he could even taste the venom in his words.The word hit him like a blade sliding between his ribs. He staggered back a step, fightin
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Chapter: Chapter 33.They slipped out of the noisy circle together, finding a quieter spot near the edge of the terrace. The city lights spilled in behind her as they talked, their conversation starting light. From family ties, old events, and passing jokes, but soon their words took on a different weight. It was then filled with flirtatious contents.Soon, she was pulling his hair. Both lips locked in a provocative kiss.Miguel’s lips lingered on hers, the kiss deep enough to draw a flush across her cheeks and a low whistle from someone watching nearby. Then a pointed cough cut through the moment.Miguel broke the kiss, with furrowed brows, his gaze snapping toward the sound. A guard stood a few feet away, rigid in posture, though his eyes betrayed the discomfort of having walked in on the scene.Miguel’s voice sharpened, low and edged.“What do you want?”The guard’s throat bobbed as he straightened further. “Your father… he requests your presence.”For a beat, silence hung between them, Miguel’s anger
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Chapter: Chapter 32.Miguel said, almost too fast, as though sealing the words before Drake could contradict them.The guard’s brows lifted, and then almost imperceptibly, his mouth curved into a grin. Not mocking, exactly, but threaded with the kind of amusement a man wore when he’d just caught someone bluffing.“Delivery guy, huh?” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else, eyes flicking between Miguel and Drake like he was replaying the words in his head.Drake stood there, unsure whether to take offense or laugh it off. Delivery guy? Of all things Miguel could have said… He could feel a retort prickling at the back of his tongue, but it snagged there, caught between his confusion and the heavy atmosphere pressing in on them.The guard’s gaze lingered on Miguel with an ease born from years of familiarity. He’d known him since he was a boy. Back when Miguel’s charm was clumsy but genuine, before he learned how to sharpen it into something dangerous. And if there was one thing he’d learned over thos
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Chapter: Chapter 31.The drizzle had picked up just enough to mist the air, beading on Drake’s hair as he stepped toward the door. He had decided, quietly and firmly, that he should leave. Miguel had asked him to, and there was no point in staying where he wasn’t wanted.The door opened, and the cool evening air rushed in. Drake didn’t bother to pull up his hood. The soft patter of rain against the pavement was strangely calming, even as the air clung cold against his skin. Without looking back, he stepped out of the apartment, his shoes carrying him toward the gate.From the doorway, Miguel’s gaze followed him like a shadow that refused to detach. His chest felt tight, not from the chill, but from the guilt gnawing at him, a relentless, bitter taste of the past. Every step Drake took away from him seemed to echo against the walls of his memory, dragging with it all the moments he wished he could rewrite.He wanted to run after him, to grab his arm and spill out everything, the truth about his parents mur
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Chapter: FUCKED AFTER THREE YEARS OF DISTANCEI had sworn I would never touch him again.Three years of professional distance. Three years of polite emails and careful scheduling so we were never alone in the same conference room for longer than ten minutes. Three years of pretending the way he used to make me come—hard, shaking, begging—had never happened. Then the company retreat was hit by a blizzard that closed every road out of the mountains, the power failed at dusk, and the only structure left standing with a roof and a wood stove was the cabin we had once spent an entire weekend destroying the bed in.The temperature inside had already dropped enough that our breath showed. Elias stacked the last of the dry wood into the stove while I lit the emergency lanterns. The single bed sat against the far wall, the same wrought-iron frame I still remembered the exact sound of when it hit the wall. We had argued for twenty minutes about who would take the floor. In the end the cold decided for us. Sharing body heat was no longer op
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Chapter: BLINDFOLDED, OPENED, AND FUCKED UNTIL I COULDN’T SPEAK 2Deep, precise, powerful strokes that made the heavy table creak and shift. The wet, obscene sound of his cock slamming in and out of my cunt was loud in the silent room. Every time he bottomed out I felt the impact in my throat and another gush of slick spilled out around his shaft. He fucked me like he cooked—controlled, exact, every angle deliberately chosen to drag the thick head of his cock hard over the swollen spot on my front wall that made my vision white out behind the blindfold. One hand braced on the table beside my hip; the other reached between us and rubbed my clit in tight, matching, merciless circles. The dual sensation pushed me into a third orgasm so intense I screamed, cunt milking him in strong, rhythmic contractions. He fucked me through it without slowing or mercy, drawing every last flutter and gush out of me until I was shaking and sobbing and wordless.He pulled out only long enough to turn me onto my stomach across the table, lift my hips high, and drive back
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Chapter: BLINDFOLDED, OPENED, AND FUCKED UNTIL I COULDN’T SPEAK 1I signed the contract with a hand that was steadier than it should have been.The rules were printed on thick, cream-colored paper and read to me twice by a quiet assistant before the chef himself ever entered the room. Blindfold for the entire evening. Wrists lightly restrained to the arms of the chair. No speaking unless asked a direct question or using the safe word. Twelve courses. The final course would contain no food at all. I had paid more for this single night than most people spent on a month’s rent. I had done it because the descriptions on the private forum had been too specific, too knowing, and because every anonymous review ended with the same sentence: *I left shaking and wordless.*The dining room was small, windowless, lit only by low, warm lamps. The chair was heavy, upholstered in soft black leather. The chef—tall, lean, silver at the temples, wearing a perfectly pressed black chef’s coat—secured the padded blindfold himself. The world disappeared into absolute dar
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Chapter: HE MADE ME DRIP WHILE HE WATCHED ME 2He stepped inside and closed it quietly behind him. Tall, broad-shouldered, dark clothes, a black mask covering the upper half of his face. The only features I could see were a firm mouth and a strong jaw. He locked the door, set a small black bag on the floor, and walked toward me without speaking. When he reached me he cupped my chin with one gloved hand, tilted my face up, and slid his thumb into my open mouth. I closed my lips around it and sucked hard. He made a low sound of approval and pushed the thumb deeper, pressing down on my tongue.“Stay exactly like that.”He undressed with unhurried efficiency. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, already fully hard, the head flushed dark and wet with precum. He stepped close, brushed the slick tip across my lower lip, and then pushed into my mouth in one slow, relentless thrust. The weight of him on my tongue made my eyes water immediately. He held the back of my head with both hands and began to fuck my throat in deep, controlled stroke
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Chapter: HE MADE ME DRIP WHILE HE WATCHED ME 1I started answering on the third ring every time.The number was always private. The voice was always the same—low, calm, male, with a slight rasp that made heat pool low in my belly before he even finished the first sentence. He never said hello. He never asked how I was. He only gave instructions, and somehow they were always exactly what my body was already aching for.The first night he told me to lock the door, turn off every light except the small lamp beside my bed, and take off every piece of clothing. I did it with the phone pressed between my shoulder and ear, heart slamming against my ribs. When I was completely naked he told me to lie on my back, spread my legs wide, and describe in detail how wet I already was. My voice shook when I told him the truth—that my folds were slick and swollen, that my clit was throbbing, that a thin trail of arousal had already slipped down toward my ass. He made a quiet sound of approval and told me to slide two fingers inside my cunt and fuc
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Chapter: MY ANONYMOUS THURSDAYI booked the suite the same way I always did—false name, corporate card that never appeared on the joint account, the quiet request to the night concierge that never required explanation. Room 1704. Corner unit. Thick walls. Blackout curtains. The key card was waiting at the front desk in a plain envelope exactly as it had been every Thursday for three months.I arrived at 8:40 p.m., showered until my skin was pink, and put on the only thing I ever wore for these nights: a black silk robe with nothing underneath. The arrangement was simple. Whoever the concierge sent would knock once, enter when I unlocked the door, and leave when we were finished. No names. No conversation beyond what was required. I had become very good at not thinking about my husband or the children while the door was locked.The knock came at 9:01.I opened the door without looking through the peephole. The man who stepped inside was not a stranger.It was Daniel.My husband’s closest friend. The man who had stoo
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APOCALYPSE REBORN: Survive Or Die Twice.
The first time Sandra Ellis faced the apocalypse, she made the mistake of trusting the wrong people. Her husband, Drake, and his family repaid her loyalty by locking her outside her fortress, leaving her to be torn apart by the infected and to die in the wrecking snow. As death claimed her, Sandra uncovered a betrayal more devastating than the apocalypse itself.
But death wasn't the end.
Reborn twenty days before the world collapses, Sandra gets a second chance to rewrite her fate. This time, she wants no husband, no toxic family, and absolutely no mercy for those who betrayed her. Armed with memories of the coming disaster and a mysterious blue system that rewards her survival, she begins stockpiling resources, building an impenetrable underground fortress, and mastering the skills she'll need to survive.
But the apocalypse is far more terrifying than she remembers. Brutal heatwaves, freezing winters, zombies, evolved monsters, and ruthless survivors threaten to destroy everything she's built.
Then there's Clinton Damion, her former billionaire boss with deadly combat skills and secrets of his own. Their uneasy alliance could be her greatest advantage or her most dangerous mistake.
As government conspiracies unravel and trust becomes a luxury no one can afford, Sandra must decide how far she's willing to go to protect her new life.
This time, she won't die for anyone. But can she survive a world determined to kill her twice?
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Chapter: MEETING A MAN FROM THE PAST (1)Sandra's Pov The suffocating darkness of Room 1402 clung to my skin like wet towel.My lungs seized. The air, suddenly stripped of the hum of central heating, felt frigid against my throat. My pulse hammered a wild, chaotic rhythm against my ribs as I dragged my feet across the plush carpet, my hands outstretched, searching blindly through the black until my fingertips pressed against the cold glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.I looked out, expecting to see the brilliant, electric veins of the city grid below.Nothing.The entire skyline had vanished. The towering skyscrapers, the neon billboards, the weaving headlights on the avenue below—all extinguished in a single, silent gasp. Millions of lights, snuffed out like a candle submerged in water.My knees buckled. I slid down the glass, my palm leaving a smear of cold sweat on the window pane.No. No, no, no.A wave of visceral, blinding terror washed over me, so intense it made my stomach drop. In my obsession with stripping Dra
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Chapter: INCOMING DREADSandra’s Pov A cold, bitter smirk curved my lips. I swiped the screen and brought the phone to my ear, not saying a word."Sandra! What the hell did you just do?!" Drake’s voice exploded through the speaker, so loud and distorted that I had to pull the receiver an inch away from my ear. He was practically hyperventilating, his voice cracking with a frantic, unhinged rage I had never heard in him before. "Are you out of your mind?! Answer me, you crazy bitch!"In the background, Selena’s shrill, frantic screeching echoed through the line, layered over his breathing. "Drake, tell her! They gave us seven days! Seven days to pack our things and clear out! Where are we supposed to go?! Where am I going to live?!"I didn't answer right away. I casually shifted my weight, leaning back against the brick wall, feeling the cool, rough texture bite through my coat. I let a slow, melodic laugh escape my throat, soft and maddeningly calm."What on earth are you talking about, dear husband?" I as
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Chapter: STOCKPILING (2)Sandra's Pov My heels skidded against the polished floorboards of the wholesale supermarket depot as I slammed through the double doors. The heavy glass rattled violently in its aluminum frame.The three saleswomen behind the high marble counter froze, their laughter dying instantly. The youngest one dropped a roll of receipt paper, watching it unravel across the floor toward me.I gripped the edge of the counter, my fingernails digging into the smooth veneer, my chest heaving as I tried to swallow down the taste of iron and adrenaline."Do you have industrial delivery trucks on site?" I demanded, my voice raw, dropping into the startled silence of the warehouse. "Driver-ready. Right now."The oldest woman, her hair pulled back into a tight bun, slowly blinked at me. "Ma'am? We have two box trucks for regional orders, but—""I need five," I interrupted, leaning over the counter until our eyes locked. "Five heavy-duty flatbeds or covered haulers. Fully crewed."The girl who dropped t
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Chapter: STOCKPILING (1) Sandra's Pov Veronica’s raspy voice shattered the brief silence, sharp as broken glass. She snapped her gaze to her son, her chest heaving underneath her floral blouse. "Is your wife drunk, Drake? What kind of ridiculous joke is this?" Drake stared down at the crisp header of the divorce papers, his breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. A strain of nervous laughter bubbled up from his throat, hollow and forced, as he tried to regain his footing. He flicked his eyes toward me, searching my face for the familiar, pliable woman he had controlled for four long years. "You've... you've completely lost your senses today, haven't you, Sandra?" he choked out, raising an eyebrow in a desperate attempt at his usual condescending smirk. "You slap me in public, you walk around making wild accusations, and now you throw a piece of paper at me like a petulant child?" Beside him, Selena wasn't laughing. Her tissue hung limply between her fingers, her mouth slightly agape as her eyes dar
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Chapter: MY BLUE SYSTEM. Sandra's Pov The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet dining room. A glass of water overturned, spilling across the cloth. Drake froze, his hand flying up to touch his reddening cheek, his eyes wide in absolute, stunned horror. He looked at me as if I had suddenly transformed into a ghost. Selena gasped loudly, jumping to her feet. “What is wrong with you?! Did you just hit him? Are you insane?!” I didn't answer her. I slowly rose from my chair, my movement deliberate, fluid, and terrifyingly calm. I picked up my worn out leather handbag, smoothing out the wrinkles of my skirt. Step by step, I rounded the table until I was standing directly in front of Drake. He shrank back into his seat slightly, his breath hitching in his chest. I reached out. My manicured fingers gently trailed down the lapel of his jacket, resting lightly over the beat of his heart. “If you ever raise your hand to me again, Drake,” I whispered, my voice dripping with soft, deadly precision, “I
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Chapter: BETRAYAL AND REBIRTHBETRAYAL AND REBIRTH Sandra's Pov My bleeding fingernails scraped against the reinforced steel doorframe, digging into the tiny grooves until my knuckles turned white, then crimson.“Drake—please! Drake! Look at me!” The scream tore raw from my throat.My husband stood three feet away in the warm glow of the hall light. His eyes were fixed firmly on the polished concrete floor, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, silent as a grave.Beside him, his mother wrapped a thick wool scarf tighter around her neck. She didn't look angry; her face was a mask of cold, practical arithmetic. She reached out with a gloved hand and nudged my shoulder toward the dark, gaping abyss of the storm doors.“You’ve always been a survivor, Sandra,” his mother murmured softly, her voice carrying the gentle, patronizing cadence she usually reserved for house help. “This won’t be any different. Besides, the pantry is down to three weeks of rations. We have to preserve resources for the family.” She offered a f
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Beneath The Master's Shadows (M×M)
“Mas..ter…pleas…e
Bryce moaned. In pain, accompanied with pleasure.
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In a world ruled by four supernatural families, pain is power,
and pleasure is often the weapon. Domino, cold-blooded and cursed, leads the most feared family of all. His rule is brutal, his throne unquestioned… until Bryce arrives.
Bryce is no warrior, just a street thief with dangerous secrets and a face too soft for this cruel world. When he forces his way into Dom’s lair, demanding to join the family, no one expects him to survive. But Bryce carries something. Sacred, forbidden, and powerful enough to break curses… even the one Dom bears.
Dom is drawn to Bryce in ways that defy everything he’s known. Their connection is electric, obsessive, and violently tender. As initiation turns to torment and lust gives way to longing, Bryce finds himself unraveling the monster behind the mask, while Dom begins to crave the very boy he once wanted to destroy.
In this dark, twisted tale of dominance, destiny, and devotion, love blooms beneath chains, and salvation comes soaked in blood.
He entered the Master’s house to save himself… but it’s the Master who can’t let him go.
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Chapter: Chapter 29.Draco’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel the moment Dom’s words left his mouth. “To pay Klaus a visit,”His heart sank like it normally did whenever he sensed danger looming around.He dared a glance at the rear-view mirror. Dom sat there, face half-hidden in the shadows of the garage, his jaw locked, his eyes burning with a calm fury that frightened Draco more than any storm of rage could. That expression alone told him what awaited Klaus, and anyone who stood in the way. A bloodbath. Nothing less.And not just a bloodbath, the aftermath of Dom's actions. Was this Bryce boy really worth it?For a fleeting second, Draco thought of speaking, of finding the right words to suggest another way, a less violent way, but the weight of Dom’s gaze in that mirror froze his tongue. The air between them felt heavy, and oppressive, as though the car itself struggled to contain Dom’s anger.With a shallow breath, Draco turned the key. The engine’s growl echoed through the garage, breakin
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Chapter: Chapter 28.Before Bryce could reply, Klaus’s patience snapped like brittle glass. With one violent tug, fabric tore. The sound of Bryce’s clothes ripping apart echoed in the dim chamber, harsh, and final. Shreds fell against his trembling skin, baring him piece by piece to the cold air and to Klaus’s gaze.Bryce tried weakly and desperately to push him back, to clutch at what little dignity he still had, but it was useless. His strength met only Klaus’s iron grip, and every movement made the humiliation sharper.Desire flickered hot in Klaus’s eyes. It was dark and unrestrained. He leaned down, closing the small space between them, his breath hot with the mix of wine and smoke. Bryce turned his head away, but it didn’t matter. Because Klaus found the curve of his neck, pressing his lips there in slow, yet hungry kisses.Each one landed with mocking tenderness, at odds with the violence that had stripped Bryce bare. The contrast made Bryce shudder.“You fight,” Klaus murmured against his skin, li
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Chapter: Chapter 27.The guards dragged Bryce like a sack of grain and flung him into the chamber. His body skidded against the cold floor, skin scraping against stone. The heavy door shut with a thud, bolts sliding into place. Silence followed, broken only by the sound of Bryce’s uneven breathing.The room was dimly lit, shadows clinging to the walls. But even through the haze, Bryce’s eyes caught the figure waiting at the center of it all. His smile spread wide, sickening, and carved with malice and hunger.Bryce’s chest tightened. His legs felt numb beneath him, yet instinct made him recoil, trying to push himself back toward the wall. But there was nowhere to go.Klaus didn’t speak. He didn't need to. His fingers moved to his belt, the metallic clink echoing through the chamber. Each pull of leather dragged Bryce’s mind back to their last encounter, to the torment, to the pain. His stomach turned, his pulse racing so hard he thought it would burst from his throat.“Please…” His voice cracked, weak and
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Chapter: Chapter 26.Draco’s boots clicked against the marble floor as he cut across the hall, his dark gaze fixed on the bar stand. The crowd of nobles barely registered to him; his purpose was clear, and the order rang in his head with weight.Bring me Bryce.When he reached the bar, however, the sight that greeted him only deepened the crease on his brow. Bryce wasn’t there. Instead, a young woman stood behind the counter, fussing with empty glasses. The instant she spotted Draco, her posture shifted. Her back straightened, her lips curved into a practiced smile, and with a subtle, almost unconscious move, she tugged her blouse to sit lower, her boobs pushed up just slightly.“Hi Draco,” she greeted softly, her voice sweetened, eyes tracing him with a flicker of a bold seduction.Draco, however, didn’t so much as blink. His expression remained carved from stone. “Where is Bryce?”The girl faltered, her smile twitching, but then she tilted her head playfully. “Oh, him? He left a little while ago.” She l
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Chapter: Chapter 25.Khalifa could only understand Bryce's fear about master Klaus, but couldn't understand the fear he had for Master Derick. But he didn't pressure Bryce, “No need to worry, no master can harm another student within his own family walls…not to dare think of attacking Master Dom's student,” he said those words, patting Bryce's hair. And truly, it was enough to soothe Bryce's fears for the upcoming election.**The day of the elections arrived with an unusual heaviness in the air. The great hall shimmered with golden chandeliers and velvet drapes, laughter and chatter spilling from the mouths of nobles and masters alike. Bryce had been assigned as one of the bartenders for the night, and though his hands moved deftly from glass to bottle, pouring wines and mixing cocktails, his mind was far from steady.Every second, his eyes darted across the hall, scanning faces, searching for two shadows that haunted him more than any dream. Master Derick and Master Klaus. He still had Khalifa's words
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Chapter: Chapter 24.His eyes were shut tightly, mouth parted slightly, the wave of pleasure from Bryce's mouth on his cock, overwhelming him.Bryce took a glimpse at him, his right hand still stroking Dom's cock and his mouth doing justice to his tip, he got the answer he needed. At least, he was doing it right now.But then Dom pulled his cock off his mouth, “get to the bed,” his voice was hoarse and low. Laced with unquenched desires and command. Before Bryce could get his clothes off his body, he got scooped up in a bridal style, and before he could question why, Dom had placed him in the position he wanted. His ass up, and face down to the sheet. And though his ass was up, he could feel Dom's boner resting against his hole.He felt his hole being teased by Dom’s tip, who groaned silently before forcing his whole length into his hole. A whimper escaped Bryce's lip, followed by a soft moan. Then Dom took it out again, rubbing his cock skin against Bryce's entrance, he plunged it into him again. This ti
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