Novels by ANGELA

Chapter 116
AARON POV The orgasm slammed into him without mercy. Aaron’s back arched off the bed, hips stuttering upward as thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted across his clenched abs and chest. One pulse landed high enough to streak his collarbone. He kept stroking through every wave, fist tight and relentless, milking himself dry while the video played on loop—Leon’s broken whimper of his name echoing softly from the phone speaker. The pleasure was blinding, almost punishing in its intensity, every muscle in his body locked tight as he rode it out.“Leon—fuck—” he gasped again, voice wrecked and barely audible.When it finally ebbed, he collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving, phone still clutched in his cum-slick fingers. The afterglow settled over him like a heavy blanket, warm and hazy, but it didn’t last. The guilt was already creeping in at the edges, familiar and unwelcome. Leon had no idea the person demanding these videos was the same one who’d pulled him from the p

Chapter 116
AARON POV The orgasm slammed into him without mercy. Aaron’s back arched off the bed, hips stuttering upward as thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted across his clenched abs and chest. One pulse landed high enough to streak his collarbone. He kept stroking through every wave, fist tight and relentless, milking himself dry while the video played on loop—Leon’s broken whimper of his name echoing softly from the phone speaker. The pleasure was blinding, almost punishing in its intensity, every muscle in his body locked tight as he rode it out.“Leon—fuck—” he gasped again, voice wrecked and barely audible.When it finally ebbed, he collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving, phone still clutched in his cum-slick fingers. The afterglow settled over him like a heavy blanket, warm and hazy, but it didn’t last. The guilt was already creeping in at the edges, familiar and unwelcome. Leon had no idea the person demanding these videos was the same one who’d pulled him from the p

CHAPTER 115AARON POVAaron lay sprawled across his bed in the dark, the only light coming from his phone screen glowing against his face. The house had finally gone quiet after Amelia left—his parents presumably asleep, the weight of his father’s expectations momentarily locked behind the study door downstairs. But Aaron’s mind refused to settle. The party, the pool, Leon’s wet body pressed against his, the fake moans they’d performed upstairs… it all swirled together with the guilt and the thrill until his cock was already half-hard in his sweatpants, twitching at every memory.The message notification lit up his screen.He opened it immediately. Leon had sent a video.Aaron’s breath caught as he hit play. The clip started shaky, the angle low and intimate—clearly filmed in front of Leon’s mirror. Leon stood there naked, skin still carrying that faint chill-pale tone from the ice bath, bruises blooming like dark petals on his hips and thighs. Aaron’s marks. The sight sent a hot spik

Chapter 114Leon shifted on the bed, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up his face in the dim room, casting soft blue light across his features. His eyes widened as he checked the time. “Oh jeez, it’s already late,” he said, voice laced with sudden urgency. “My mom’s probably wondering why I’m still ‘studying’ this long. If I don’t get back soon, she’ll check the attic and realize the window’s open.”Aaron sat up beside him, running a hand through his messy hair. “I’ll take you home. No more window escapes tonight. We’ll go out the front like normal people for once.” He stood, offering Leon a hand to pull him up. Their fingers lingered a second longer than necessary before Aaron let go, grabbing a dry shirt from a drawer in the guest room closet—Michael always kept spares for guests.They made their way downstairs quietly, the party still humming in the background with music and distant laughter. The grand foyer was less crowded now, but people still milled abo

Chapter 113The laughter faded slowly, leaving Aaron and Leon breathless on the bed, still tangled together in the damp sheets. The guest room felt warmer now, the heavy curtains blocking out the party lights from outside, creating a small pocket of calm after the storm. Aaron stayed hovering over Leon for a moment longer, their faces close, chests rising and falling in sync. The fake performance had been convincing—too convincing. The creaking bed, the staged moans, the dirty whispers had left a lingering heat in the air that neither of them addressed. Aaron finally rolled off to the side, lying on his back beside Leon, one arm draped casually across the younger boy’s waist as if it belonged there.They lay in silence for a beat, staring at the ceiling, processing everything that had happened. The pool humiliation, the dramatic rescue, the confrontation with Sonia and her friends, the eavesdroppers at the door, and now this strange, intimate quiet. Aaron turned his head slightly, stu

Chapter 112Aaron POV“Trust me,” I whispered, the words heavy with promise, brushing against his lips like a vow.Leon’s breath hitched under me, his body tense on the bed but not pulling away. The eavesdroppers outside were still there—I could hear the faint shuffle of shoes, a whispered “shh,” someone pressing closer to the door. They wanted a show. They wanted proof that the hockey captain and the tutor boy were the real deal, or maybe they wanted ammunition to tear it all down. Either way, we couldn’t let them hear the truth about the contract.I didn’t hesitate. I dipped my head and started kissing his neck, slow and deliberate, my lips brushing the sensitive skin just below his ear where the costume had left it bare earlier. Leon stiffened for a split second, then shivered as my mouth moved lower, sucking lightly, tasting the faint salt of pool water mixed with his own warm skin. He smelled like chlorine and that clean scent that always drove me crazy in the attic and on the ro

OUT IN THE OPENCYRUS POINT OF VIEWI woke up to noise, I didn’t open my eyes at first because my head was pounding and my body felt pinned, heavy, wrong, the whispers kept going anyway.“—that’s him.”“I know.”“I thought he died.”“Well obviously not.”I opened my eyes. I saw White ceiling. Hospital lights. Curtains half pulled. Two nurses standing just outside my room, angled toward each other, heads close. One of them noticed my eyes were open and stopped talking mid-word. They both looked at me like I’d caught them doing something dirty.I swallowed. My throat burned. “Morning.”Neither answered. They exchanged a look. One nodded. They walked off together and started whispering again the second they were a few steps away. My heart started racing. I lay there staring at the doorway, jaw tight, chest feeling too small.Another nurse passed by. I tried again. “Hey.”She smiled without stopping. “Morning.” Already gone. They were avoiding me. All of them. Talking around me. Like I wa

I LOVE YOUCYRUS POV.“I love Doninic ,” I say, and I don’t pause, don’t soften it, don’t give her time to brace because I’ve been bracing for years and I’m done carrying that weight alone. “I don’t love you, Stella. I never did. I tried to convince myself I could, that it would come with time, that marriage would fix something that was already broken in me, but it didn’t. It just made the lie heavier. If you need the truth stripped bare, then here it is: I've been gay my entire life. This didn’t start with him. It didn’t start last year or last month or whenever the rumors decided to crawl out of the gutter. I was born this way, and I buried it because it was easier to be the son, the husband, the partner everyone expected than to be honest.”She doesn't move at first. Just stares. Like she’s watching something collapse in slow motion and can’t look away. Her lips part, then press together again, like she’s tasting every word, weighing how much damage they’ve already done. I can se

OUT IN THE AIRCYRUS POV.I swore I’d never step foot in Festus’s house again.I said it years ago, out loud, drunk and furious and bleeding from a fight that never should’ve happened. I remember pointing at the place like it was cursed ground, telling Timone if he ever dragged me back here it’d be because I was dead or desperate. Turns out desperation counts.The door closes behind me and the sound lands wrong in my chest. Too final. Too quiet. The house smells like coffee and wood polish and something citrusy that doesn’t belong to me. Festus’s place has always felt like a territory line I wasn’t supposed to cross. Clean. Controlled. Everything I’m not right now.I stand there longer than necessary, hands shoved in my pockets, jaw tight, trying not to think about how I don’t actually have anywhere else to go.Timone notices. Of course he does. He always notices.“I’m sorry,” he says, low, careful. “I know you hate this place. I know you said you never wanted to come back here.”I le

THE GRAND PLAN Dominic I haven’t stopped moving since I got here. That’s the first thing that hits me every time I become aware of myself again. Not where I am. Not what I’ve done. Just the fact that my body refuses to settle, like if I stop, something worse will catch up to me. The room feels wrong in a Foreign hotel. Neutral colors meant to offend no one, comfort everyone, and somehow they do the opposite. Thick curtains pulled shut even though it’s still daytime. My suitcase is open on the bed, clothes half unpacked, folded and unfolded again without purpose, like my hands needed something to do so they wouldn’t reach for my phone.I pace from the window to the desk to the bed and back. Over and over. The same steps, the same path, like if I repeat it enough times it will start to make sense. My fingers twitch. My jaw aches from being clenched too long. My chest feels tight, heavy, like something is pressing inward, something that won’t let me take a full breath. I keep thinking

SILENT REMORSECYRUSA week passes and it doesn’t soften anything. It just stretches the pain thinner until it’s everywhere, like I’ve been skinned and forced to live anyway. Every hour feels the same. I don’t wake up refreshed, I just surface from one kind of numb into another. I keep thinking there should be a moment where my body realizes Doninic is gone and adjusts. It never does. It just keeps waiting, stupid and hopeful, like I trained it wrong.I stop eating first. Not deliberately. I sit in front of plates and stare at them until the smell turns my stomach. When I try to force it down, my throat closes. My body rejects it like it’s foreign. Like it doesn’t deserve to be fed when the person who mattered most to it isn’t here anymore. I tell myself I’ll eat later. Later never comes.Sleep goes next. Or maybe it goes first and I just don’t notice. I lie in bed for hours, eyes open, staring at ceilings, at corners, at nothing. My mind loops relentlessly—what I said, what he said,

JUST ONE NIGHTCYRUSThe apartment was quiet. Dominic and I sat on the couch. The TV was off. The lights were dim. The only brightness came from the city outside the window, He was sitting close to me. Close enough that our thighs touched i looked at his hand. At the lines on his palm. At the way his fingers curved slightly, relaxed."You keep looking at my hand," he said."I like your hands."He turned his head. His eyes found mine. In the low light, they looked darker than usual. Almost black."Yeah?""Yeah." I reached out and traced my finger along one of the lines. "This one means something. I forget what.""It means I'm going to live a long life.""Does it?""No. I made that up." He smiled. "But I'm going to anyway. Live a long life. With you."I felt my chest get tight. Not in a bad way. In the way that happens when someone says something so simple and so true that it knocks the air out of you."You can't promise that," I said."I know." He turned his hand over and caught mine.