LOGINThe library was exactly as they had left it, the scent of old paper now mixed with the metallic tang of adrenaline. Lu Cheng didn’t give Yu Yan a chance to catch his breath. He shoved Yu Yan toward the desk, the same desk where Yu Yan had been bent over just minutes before, a vibrating egg torturing
"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
He was not wearing his academic armor. The tailored suit was gone, replaced by a black, silk shirt that was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of the dark hair on his chest. He wore dark trousers that fit his long legs perfectly. He looked different, more relaxed, more dangerous. But it was
I worked his cock with my mouth, my head bobbing up and down, my movements slow and steady, just like he’d taught me. I could feel his thighs tensing, hear the slight hitch in his breath when I did something he particularly liked. It was a power trip, a silent, secret conversation in the middle of a
Back in my apartment, which was so small I could touch the stove and my bed at the same time, I tore off my daytime costume. The glasses, which I didn’t even need, were tossed onto the counter. The oversized hoodie, my security blanket, was ripped over my head and kicked into a corner with my faded
Time froze in that moment. The air in the penthouse bedroom was thick with the scent of sweat, lube, and Alistair's cologne. A heady, masculine musk had already seeped into my pores. I was on my stomach. My hips were arched up. Alistair's cock was buried to the hilt inside me. His weight pressed me







