ログインChapter 4Adrian called every night he was gone.Not long calls. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Once almost half an hour when neither of us seemed willing to hang up first. He never said anything explicitly romantic. He asked about my classes. About whether I had eaten. About whether I was sleeping. The questions themselves were ordinary. The fact that he asked them was not.By the time Friday night arrived, my body felt wound too tight. I slept badly. Saturday morning I woke early and spent most of the day restless, checking the time too often. When I finally stood in front of his door at 8:56, my hands were not entirely steady.The door opened before I could knock.Adrian looked tired in a way I hadn’t seen before. The same controlled posture, the same dark shirt, but there was a tightness around his eyes that hadn’t been there the week before. He stepped aside without speaking. I walked in. The door shut. The lock clicked.For a moment we just stood there looking at each other.Then he cros
Chapter 3I woke up to grey morning light and the solid weight of Adrian’s arm across my waist.For a few seconds I didn’t move. The sheets smelled like him. My body ached in the low, familiar way it always did after a night with him, but everything else felt different. The rule about leaving before midnight had already been broken. Now I was still here, in his bed, with morning light on the floor and the quiet sound of his breathing against the back of my neck.Adrian was awake. I could tell by the way his thumb moved slowly over the skin just above my hip.“You’re thinking too loudly,” he said, voice rough from sleep.“You’re not supposed to let me stay.”“I know.”He didn’t offer an excuse. His hand kept moving in that same slow path, like he was mapping me. After a moment he shifted closer, chest against my back, and pressed his mouth to the place on my neck he always went to first. Not a kiss on the mouth. Never that. But the open, deliberate pull of his lips still made my breath
Chapter 2I arrived at 8:57 the following Saturday.The same doorman. The same silent elevator. The same heavy door that opened before I could knock. Adrian stood there in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, watching me like he had been timing my arrival down to the second.“You’re early,” he said.“Traffic was light.”He stepped aside. I walked in. The penthouse looked exactly the same—low lights, city glowing beyond the glass, the faint scent of his cologne already in the air. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. Heat settled low in my stomach just from standing in the same room as him.Adrian closed the door. The lock clicked softly.“Bag down. Jacket off.”I obeyed. He walked past me to the cabinet and poured two glasses again. This time he handed me mine and let our fingers brush. The contact lasted half a second longer than it needed to. I looked up. His expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes had sharpened.“Drink.”I did. The burn did less to steady
Chapter 1The first rule was simple.No kissing on the mouth.Adrian said it the way other men might say “don’t be late” or “take your shoes off at the door.” Calm. Final. Like it had already been decided long before I walked into his penthouse.I stood in the middle of the wide living room with my duffel bag still in my hand, trying not to stare at the floor-to-ceiling windows or the city lights spread out beneath us. The place smelled expensive—leather, clean wood, something dark and expensive on his skin. Adrian himself was leaning against the back of the couch, sleeves rolled to the elbows, watching me the way people watch something they have already purchased.“You’re younger than I expected,” he said.“You’re older than the photos,” I answered before I could stop myself.One corner of his mouth moved. Not quite a smile. “Most people would have lied.”“I’m not most people.”“No,” he said, looking me over slowly. “You’re not.”He pushed off the couch and walked toward me. Everythi
Chapter 4We didn’t leave Jake’s bed for the rest of the day.He kept me there through the afternoon and into the evening, taking me apart slowly, then roughly, then slowly again. Sometimes he fucked me face-down into the mattress until I could barely form words. Other times he had me on my back with my legs over his shoulders so he could watch every expression on my face while he buried himself deep. He made me come until I was shaking and oversensitive, then kept going anyway, murmuring filthy things against my skin about how good I looked taking him, how he wasn’t going to let me go back to my own room, how he wanted me messy and marked and full of him.By the time night fully settled outside the window, my body felt used in the best way. Jake lay behind me, chest pressed to my back, one arm heavy across my waist. His cock was still soft and tucked against my ass, the last of his release slowly leaking out of me onto the sheets.For a long time neither of us spoke.Then Jake’s voic
Forbidden RoommateChapter 3I woke up to Jake’s mouth on my neck.It was still early. Grey light pushed through the curtains. His body was pressed fully against my back, one heavy arm locked around my waist, the other hand already between my legs. He was hard against my ass, grinding slow and deliberate while he sucked a mark into the side of my throat.“Morning,” he murmured against my skin, voice rough from sleep.I made a soft sound and pushed back into him without thinking. Jake’s hand tightened around my cock, stroking me in the same unhurried rhythm as his hips.“You slept hard,” he said. “Didn’t even move when I got up to piss. Came back and you were still face-down in my pillow.”His fingers slid lower, brushing over my hole. I was still a little open and sensitive from the night before. Jake hummed when he felt it.“Still soft for me.” He pressed one finger in easily, then a second, working them slow while he kept stroking my cock. “I left you full last night. You feel it?”
Chapter 2: Bound by the Secret The flash from Damien’s phone burned behind my eyelids long after he lowered the device. My knees still ached against the basement carpet, my lips felt swollen and raw, and the taste of him lingered on my tongue like a brand I could not wash away. I stared up at him,
Chapter 1: Caught in the ActThe bass from Jordan’s speakers thumped through the walls as I slipped out of his room, heart hammering like a damn traitor. The party downstairs was still raging—cheap beer, shitty EDM, and too many people crammed into his parents’ living room. But I wasn’t going back
Chapter 3: Cabin Fever The family cabin loomed ahead like a trap wrapped in pine trees and fresh snow. Mom and Dad had insisted on the weekend getaway to bond us all together, but they bailed at the last minute with some excuse about a work emergency back in the city. Convenient. Or maybe suspicio
Chapter 1: Caught in the Dark I never thought I would see my stepbrother like this. The house was supposed to be empty. Mom and Dad had left for their anniversary weekend, and I had planned to spend the night buried in my books, finally getting some peace from Damien’s constant noise. Hockey prac







