MasukYu 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
He gave me a moment to adjust, his hands gripping my hips, his thumbs stroking the skin just above my ass. Then, he started to move.His rhythm was punishing. Hard, deep thrusts that knocked the air out of my lungs, that made the sofa scrape against the floor with every movement. He was fucking me l
The first crack in my perfect, stupid world appeared at 2:17 AM. It wasn’t a sound. It was a buzz. A low, insistent vibration against the nightstand, right next to my head. Jake was dead asleep beside me, snoring like a fucking chainsaw, one heavy arm thrown over my waist, pinning me to the mattress
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







