MasukETHAN'S POV"You are beautiful!" Jax mouthed to me, from across the room and I quickly turned away.What does he mean by that? I brought my cup to my lips and emptied the content. Grabbing another cup that still had alcohol inside."You have to take it easy, man." Ryan, one of my friends from campus said, patting me on the shoulder lightly."This is your what now, fourth cup?" He continued."I'm okay, Ryan. I have a high tolerance for alcohol." I tried to assure him but that was a lie. I didn't have a high tolerance for alcohol.The only reason I have not passed out yet is because I'm not drinking just alcohol. But I might drink just alcohol very soon, if Jax keeps on staring at me this way."Alright then, just let me know whenever you want to leave." Ryan patted me on the shoulder and I hummed. Or maybe not, I can't really remember.I'm not high but I sure am tipsy.My hand shot out, grabbing the bottle of whiskey that was just in front of me. I didn't pour it into my cup either, I
MARCUS’ POVHe wanted to be mine.That is what Alex had said to me in the text he had sent after I had fucked him senseless at the back office situated at his book club.Wether it was his decision, or it was my thick cock, or maybe both—I didn't care.I was just happy that I had finally won him over and he was willing to be mine.Bada bing bing.Time for me to bring him home.And that I did.When the door bell rang, he was standing at the door, dressed casually, holding up a brown bag of what I could tell was chocolate chip cookies by the smell emanating.“Thank you,” I said, collecting the bag. “But that is not what I want for dinner.”He blushed, his cheeks pink.“Whatever.”“Come in,” I said, stepping to the side so that he could come through the door. And after he did, I shut the door tightly, my eyes simply dropping to his tight ass, intently watching them as he walked inside.I followed a bit after, abandoning the bag of chocolate chip cookies on the table.“Let me show you my
ALEX'S POV I was sitting in the back of the book club at the café, trying to focus on the discussion even as my mind kept drifting to Marcus. The guilt still sat heavy in my chest, but I could not stop wanting him. When the break started, he appeared beside me like always and my heart jumped.“Marcus, not here again,” I whispered with an exasperated sigh. “You know that people are outside, right? This is my book club.”But he just took my hand, saying absolutely nothing to me at all, before he began to pull me toward the back office there. I stopped refusing to move. Then, he drew me closer and whispered. “Come with me, sweet boy. I need you now,” he said.That I couldn't refuse. So I went with him.When we were there, in the small room that had a desk and shelves, he simply locked the door behind us and pushed me against the large desk at the centre of the space.Then, as I was panting softly, he just pulled out some soft ropes from his pocket.My eyes grew wide.“Marcus, wait.
MARCUS' POV I drove Alex to a quiet private hotel on the edge of the city because I had booked a room there with everything set up for a full BDSM scene—restraints hanging from the bed and the walls, and even a padded spanking bench waiting patiently at the center. It might be much, but I absolutely wanted him completely under my control tonight, until his resistance would start to fade, and I planned to pull him in, deeper.He was quite all through the drive, either staring outside the window or looking right down at his palms which were fidgeting.When we arrived, I went around to open the car door, helped him out while he stared around the vicinity, wondering exactly where we were now, where I had brought him to.After we went in, we rode the elevator up to the floor I had been assigned, the key card, of the room I had received downstairs while he waited for me in a corner, in my hands. He said nothing to me, nary a word, even all through the elevator ride, quiet like a fish out
ALEX'S POV I paced around in my living room, my heart pounding hard in my chest with anger and shame because the stalking had gone too far—notes on my door, shadows outside my window, him showing up everywhere until I could not take it anymore. When the fuck would he stop?It was so tiring, having to go through every single step of this, him breathing down my neck at every chance while his unwanted presence was prepetual torment that I would kill to erase from my life.Or maybe not.Maybe that was an exaggeration because I hated the way he made me feel.Opposite of that mind you.Because my body craved all of the things he did to me when he was not there, standing with me, his breath on my nape.No matter how much I hated this, the whole stalking shenanigans, it didn't erase the fact that I hankered for Marcus.My body yearned for him.I could lie to myself all I wanted, but my body couldn't do that, hard for him.A sigh slipped past my lips.Well… there goes my pride.Out the windo
MARCUS' POV Days had passed when I walked into the publishing office building during the busy midday hours after not seeing Alex for a while, my obsession having grown too strong for me to wait for night. I covered the distance with long strides because I was impatient and needed to push Alex further, to make him feel the risk and know he would obey anyway. After I slipped past the front desk with a confident smile, I simply headed straight to his small office on the second floor.Alex who was sitting at his desk in his office and typing away absentmindedly on his computer looked up at me and his face paled when he saw me standing there.“Marcus,” he gasped.I grinned.“My little sub.”He shook his head. “Marcus, no. It is the middle of the day. You can not be here right now. My coworkers are everywhere.”I closed the door to his office behind me and simply locked it. “I can and I am. Get under the desk, sweet boy. Now.”His hazel eyes widened in panic. “Marcus, no,” he cried out
KAI'S POVI lay on my back on the locker room bench with Damon hovering over me and my body burned from everything we had done so far. My hole twitched around nothing and it was wet from his tongue. I grabbed his face and pulled him down for a rough kiss, biting his lower and upper lip until I ta
ELIAS' POV What woke me up the next morning was the sharp sting in my ass when I rolled over. I winced because my body was still sore in places I did not want to think about. And the memory of Damien’s hands landing hard on my ass time and time again with his deep voice talking me through everyt
DAMIEN’S POVI had never cared much for my wife’s expensive lifestyle for once. Never batted an eye at the big mansions she bought or even the large social parties she threw.Not even the constant travel with the man that was supposed to be her boss bothered me in the least. None of it meant anyt
ELIAS' POVI have wanted him ever since the first day I stepped foot in this mansion. My employer's husband.Damien.Something deep inside of me had shifted, on fire, the moment I saw him.How could it not?He was a tall handsome man.Damien carried himself elegantly as if the entire world belonge







