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
My body was a map of pleasant aches, a dull throb in my ass, a faint sting on my skin where the crop had landed, a tender spot on my neck from his bite. Every time I moved, I was reminded of him, of the way he’d claimed me, owned me. The memory sent a secret thrill through me, a dark, private curren
He followed me back to the showers, his presence a silent, commanding force at my back. The main shower area was a large, tiled room with multiple showerheads along the walls. He turned one on, the water blasting against the tiles with a deafening roar. Steam instantly began to fill the room, thick
We stayed like that for a long moment, a tangled, sweaty heap under the hot spray. His body was a heavy, comforting weight on my back, his cock still inside me, a possessive reminder of what he had just done. I could feel his heart beating against my shoulder blades, a frantic, slowing rhythm that m
The hot water was a benediction, a torrent of bliss that soothed my screaming muscles and washed away the grime of the field. I stood under the spray for a long time, my head bowed, my mind racing. Special training. Break me down and build me back up. The words echoed in my head, a dark, thrilling p







