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 gave Lucas a final, menacing look before turning and walking away.The room slowly returned to its normal chatter, but the atmosphere was charged. Lucas could feel their eyes on him, could hear their whispers. He was a pariah, a public spectacle. The Alpha's toy.He fled the kitchen, the sack of
Elias threw the wooden paddle onto a nearby chair. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. He looked down at the scene he had created. Leo was still bent over the bench, his ass a bright, angry red. Ash was on his knees in front of Leo, his dick still in Leo’s mouth, though he had stopped mo
Two days. Lucas had two days of silence.Two days to tend to his bruised body, to soak in a cold bath, to try and scrub the alpha's scent from his skin. The ache between his thighs was a constant, dull reminder of his violation. He moved around his small cabin like a ghost, flinching at every shadow
He walked over to a large cabinet and poured himself a drink, a dark amber liquid in a heavy glass tumbler. He took a sip, his eyes never leaving Lucas."Take off your clothes," he commanded.Lucas’s hands trembled as he fumbled with the torn zipper on his jeans. He slowly, reluctantly, stripped off







