LOGINYu Yan hesitated, then slowly turned around and braced his hands against the wall. He heard Lucheng moving behind him, the sound of a bottle opening. Then, cold, slick fingers were pulling his pants down."Relax," Lu Cheng murmured, his hand caressing Yu Yan’s ass cheek. "This is just to get you rea
The black sweater was soft, expensive cashmere that clung to Yu Yan’s skin like a second layer. The v-neck was deep, framing the leather collar perfectly. It was humiliating to wear it, but the alternative—wearing nothing, or worse, facing Lu Cheng’s wrath—was worse.When Yu Yan entered the dining r
He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. There were only five rules written in Lu Cheng’s neat, sharp handwriting.RULE #1: You will address me as Gege or Sir in private. RULE #2: You will wear the collar at all times unless I remove it. RULE #3: You will not touch yourself or com
Yu Yan didn't know how long he lay there. It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours. The ache in his groin eventually subsided into a dull, throbbing frustration, leaving him feeling hollow and drained.He eventually pulled his clothes back on, his movements sluggish and heavy. He felt
"So eager," Lu Cheng murmured, squeezing him just enough to make Yu Yan see stars. "You really are a desperate little thing, aren't you?"He began to rub his palm in slow, agonizing circles. The friction of the denim against Yu Yan’s sensitive flesh was torture—too much and not enough all at once. Y
He shifted his weight, pressing his hips down deliberately. Yu Yan felt the hard length of him again, unmistakable and demanding. A fresh wave of panic washed over him. This was actually happening. His stepbrother was going to force himself on him."Please," Yu Yan whispered, the fight draining out
I just shrugged, looking down at my hands. “He said he needed to be free. To experience things.”Richard let out a short, harsh laugh. “Experience things? That boy wouldn’t know what to do with an experience if it bit him on the ass. He’s all flash and no substance. He’s a child.”He walked closer,
The clock on my dashboard read 8:58 PM. I was parked down the street from Marcus’s house, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles were white. I was naked under my jeans, just as he’d commanded. The rough denim against my sensitive skin was a constant, maddening reminder of my pur
He coated his fingers, and without warning, one thick finger pressed against my entrance. I cried out, my body tensing.“Relax,” he ordered, his voice stern. “Take it. This is mine to take.”I forced myself to breathe, to relax my muscles as his finger breached me. The sensation was strange, intrusi
“You think you can run away from me?” he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. He was so close now I could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the intoxicating mix of his cologne, clean sweat, and something uniquely, primaly Marcus.“I—” I started, but I didn’t get to finish.He







