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You don't know shit!

作者: Purpleink
last update 公開日: 2026-05-05 04:39:55

The apartment was quiet, the only sound, the hum of the old refrigerator that seemed like it was fighting for its life and the rustle of medical tape.

I sat on the edge of his sofa, my large frame making the furniture groan, while Zayn knelt between my legs. He was meticulous, his brow furrowed in concentration as he dabbed antiseptic onto my split knuckles. His touch was light, a jarring contrast to the violence those hands had just witnessed.

I couldn't stop staring at him. Up close, I could
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  • Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary    Fruitless!

    The morning sun was too bright, reflecting off the polished hood of my SUV with a cheerful intensity that didn't match the heavy thrum of my heart. I’d spent two hours in front of the mirror, a pathetic amount of time for a man like me. I was wearing the navy blue matte cotton shirt Lorenzo had suggested, the sleeves rolled up to just below my elbows. Lorenzo said it'd make me look reliable. I’d even used a hint of woodsy, expensive cologne, hoping it would impress Zayn and stopped at a gourmet shop to buy a bag of snacks for Orion, a little thank you for the cookie he gave me the last time. I wanted to see the kid's face light up. I also wanted to see Zayn's eyes soften.I felt like a different person. I was even humming as I kept checking if my hair was perfect.But the moment Zayn stepped out of that crumbling apartment building with Orion, my smile grew bigger.I jumped out of the car, a greeting already on my tongue, but it died the second I saw his face. Zayn looked... guarde

  • Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary    Crush!

    I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my bedroom, a half-empty glass of vintage Barolo in one hand and a crisp, white linen shirt draped over my other arm. And I was fucking blushing. Me, a man whose name was whispered with fear in the darkest corners of the city, was standing in his penthouse and grinning like a goddamn teenager after his first school dance with his hot crush.I didn't even go to a normal high school so I don't know how accurate that example is.I took a slow, heavy sip of the wine, the liquid coating my tongue, but my mind was miles away, back in that cramped, dimly lit apartment. I could still feel Zayn's throat around my cock. And shit! That sexy look in his eyes whenever he'd look up at me.Every moment with Zayn felt like an act of power. He knew exactly what he was doing, every movement deliberate, every breath calculated to drive me to the edge of insanity. "Get it together, Rocco," I muttered, but the smile wouldn't fade.I turned back to the

  • Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary    Taste of him!

    He chuckles as he looks at me. “Fucking cute!” He bites my earlobes then sucks on it as he keeps fucking my fist. But I wasn't kidding. Yeah sure! I should find it disgusting having a guy's dick in my mouth. Probably me from last week will punch the me now that's considering it.You know what? Fuck it!I turned him over on the couch and he gasped surprised. “Rocco…”I spread his legs as I settled in-between, staring at his lengthened cock.“Hell…what are you doing?” He panics.“You're so fucking beautiful. Even your cock is beautiful.” I breathe as I look up to meet his eyes and he's blushing hard. His ears and neck a red mess.“Rocco you…”“Didn't you ask if I wanted to suck your dick?” I grabbed his length and he gasped.“I was fucking joking!” He cried out. “It's obvious you've never been with a man before so I don't expect you to…“I want to suck your dick.” I say, still stroking him as he tries to stifle his moans, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock. “What should I d

  • Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary    I want to taste you!

    I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer as he let out a moan in my mouth. Fuck! How can he be so sexy.He tasted like the strawberry ice cream and everything I craved for. I groaned into his mouth too, my hand finding the back of his neck, pulling him closer until there was no air left between us. My brain was a fog of want, every instinct screaming at me to possess him. I leaned in closer, rocking my crotch against him still kneeling between my knees. Zayn pulled back just an inch, his lips wet and swollen, he looked down at my lap, a wicked, knowing grin spreading across his face. "Already? Hard from just a kiss?”I felt the heat of a blush crawling up my neck. I was fucking throbbing hard from nothing more than a few seconds of his mouth against mine. I was a grown man, and he had me reduced to a trembling mess with a single look.I was stunned when Zayn reached down, his small hand closing around the hard length of me through my trousers. I gasped, my head snapping back against

  • Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary    You don't know shit!

    The apartment was quiet, the only sound, the hum of the old refrigerator that seemed like it was fighting for its life and the rustle of medical tape.I sat on the edge of his sofa, my large frame making the furniture groan, while Zayn knelt between my legs. He was meticulous, his brow furrowed in concentration as he dabbed antiseptic onto my split knuckles. His touch was light, a jarring contrast to the violence those hands had just witnessed. I couldn't stop staring at him. Up close, I could see the faint tremor in his fingers, the way his jaw was set tight."Stop staring," he murmured, not looking up. "It’s creepy.""I wasn't staring," I said, my voice sounding smaller than I wanted to sound. I looked away, focus shifting to a chipped vase on his shelf, but my eyes inevitably drifted back to the curve of his neck.He finished wrapping the bandage, the white gauze stark against my scarred skin. He didn't let go of my hand immediately. He looked at the bandage, then finally met my g

  • Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary    Domestic feelings!

    “Fuck off,” Zayn snapped, wrenching his hand free, then he tried to keep moving, but that thick-necked waste of space with grease under his fingernails grabbed his bicep and yanked him back. "Hey, I’m fucking talking to you, sweetheart! Don't be a tease. My friends think you're shy." He laughed and the others continued whistling, a sound that made my skin crawl. "Give him some face, twink!" one of them yelled."I'm not interested," Zayn said, his voice tight. He tried to pull away again, but the man’s hand shot up, tangling his fingers into Zayn’s hair and yanking his head back so hard Zayn let out a sharp gasp of pain."Listen here, you little whore," the man sneered, his breath likely smelling of the same trash he was spewing. "Why are you trying to act all principled? You look like you hop on dicks for money you lil bitch so just tell us your damn fees and I'll book you…"He didn't finish the sentence. Well...he simply couldn't.I didn't even realize I was moving until my fist co

  • Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary    Limbo

    ~ Williams POV ~The last thing I remembered was the world turning upside down, the screech of metal on asphalt, the smell of burning rubber, and a pain so sharp it felt like my very soul was being shredded to pieces. I had fought to stay conscious, my mind screaming only one name, “Dante, Dante,

  • Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary    Please! Don't kill him!

    The ticking of the wall clock was the only thing keeping me sane at the moment and reminding me I was still bound to reality. It had been over twenty four hours now and the silence in this VIP suite was becoming unbearable. I hadn’t moved from the chair beside Liam’s bed since I was allowed to fin

  • Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary    Make a choice!

    I stared at Marco, the silence between us heavy enough to crush diamond into powder. But I didn't explode. I didn't even growl. I just sat there, feeling the cold weight of his words sink in."My fault?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, devoid of its usual predatory edge. "How is it my fault tha

  • Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary    Your fault!

    The minutes I had to wait patiently had bled into hours, and the hours had become a slow, agonizing torture that was eating at my insides. I sat in a secluded corner of the waiting wing, my bulk form hunched over, elbows resting on my knees and hands clasped so tightly my knuckles were white as sno

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