Se connecter"Open the door," his dad repeated.There was a scuffle. A shout. The sound of a body hitting the wall.Yu Yan couldn't take it anymore. He unlocked the door and threw it open."Stop!" he screamed.The hallway fell silent.Lu Cheng was standing there, his shirt disheveled, his fists clenched at his s
The sleek, black sports car sat in the driveway like a stain on the pristine landscape. It was a car Yu Yan knew intimately. It was the car his father drove."Dad?" Yu Yan gasped, scrambling to pull up his pants, his movements clumsy and frantic. "What is he doing here?"Lu Cheng grabbed Yu Yan’s wr
"Quiet," Lu Cheng warned, turning back to his laptop. "Read."Yu Yan grabbed a book from the table—a poetry collection. He tried to focus on the words, but the letters were swimming in front of his eyes. The vibration was constant, a low hum that was driving him crazy.He shifted in the chair, tryin
"Stand up," Lu Cheng ordered.Yu Yan stood up slowly. Lu Cheng reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing his head up."You're hard," Lu Cheng observed, pressing his thigh against Yu Yan’s erection. "You liked it. You liked that stranger looking at you, knowing you belong to me.""No," Yu Yan denied
Yu Yan stood frozen on the staircase, his blood turning to ice."You can't be serious," he whispered, his hands flying to cover his crotch. "I can't answer the door like this!"Lu Cheng leaned against the banister, crossing his arms, looking entirely too amused by Yu Yan’s distress. "You can, and yo
The voice was right behind him.Yu Yan gasped and spun around. Lu Cheng was standing in the bathroom doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping from his hair. He looked like a Greek god who had just stepped out of a myth, and he was furious."I... I just wanted some air," Yu Yan stamm
I stood there, frozen, my mind a complete blank. Take those sweaty clothes off. The order echoed in the silent kitchen, each word a separate, heavy stone dropping into the pit of my stomach. My sweatpants were already tented, my arousal a blatant, throbbing accusation. Stripping now felt like a diff
He was thrusting with a force that made our bodies slide across the slick stone bench. Elena was a mess of sweat and tears, her juices flooding my face as I worked her, the heat of Silas's entry into her pulsing against my lips. Silas reached forward and grabbed my cock, jerking it with a rhythmic,
Friday night arrived with the sickening weight of a pending execution. The plug lay on my bed, a small, black, menacing sentinel. It was sleek and heavy in my palm, the silicone cool to the touch. For the last two days, my training had intensified. Marcus had pushed me, tested my limits, and rewarde
he mahogany table felt like ice against my bare skin as Silas shoved my shirt open and the buttons skittering across the floor like tiny plastic bones. I was pinned under him and my breath coming in short and jagged gasps that echoed in the cavernous silence of the boardroom. The leather collar was






