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
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft, final click. He was here. My alpha. And I was completely, utterly at his mercy.“Stay away from me,” I whimpered, but the words had no force. They were a desperate, futile plea from a mind that had already lost the war. My body, on t
The inside of Marcus's house was cold and impersonal, a museum of expensive things no one was allowed to touch. He led me through a massive living area."This is the main floor," he said, his voice echoing. "You can use any of these rooms. My personal quarters are on the west wing. You don't go ther
The next day was a special kind of hell. I didn't sleep. I just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the events of the previous night playing on a relentless loop in my mind. The look on his face. The sound of his voice. The flash of the camera. The shame was a physical presence, a sour taste in my m
I woke up to the familiar, unwelcome glow of the blue panel. The first thing I saw, even before I could process the soft bed or the silent room, was the countdown timer in the corner of my vision, ticking away to the daily reset. My body ached in a dull, pleasant way, a reminder of yesterday's activ







