LOGINThree days later, the storm hit. It was a blizzard of epic proportions. The wind howled like a dying animal, rattling the window shutters. The temperature plummeted.They piled every blanket and fur they owned onto the bed. They huddled together for warmth, skin to skin.Julian woke up shivering. Th
The first week in the cabin was a blur of adjustment. There was no hum of electricity, no distant traffic, no ticking clocks. There was only the wind, the crackle of the fire, and the sound of their own breathing.They fell into a routine that was primitive and domestic. Aiden chopped wood. Julian c
Julian cried out, his head falling back. It burned. It had been days. He was tight.Aiden didn't stop. He thrust all the way in, burying himself to the hilt."Fuck!" Julian screamed. "Yes!"Aiden grabbed Julian’s hips. He fucked him hard and fast. The car rocked under their movements. The metal crea
Aiden sat in the back of a van parked three blocks from the precinct. He was shirtless, his shoulder bandaged, sweat gleaming on his chest. The van was filled with monitors.On the main screen, he watched Julian in the interrogation room. He watched every subtle shift of Julian’s body language. He s
Across from him sat DeteRtive Miller. A man with a tired face and a mustache that had seen better decades."You're saying he forced you," Miller said for the third time. He tapped his pen on the file. "He kidnapped you from your office? Held you for weeks?""Yes," Julian said. He kept his voice soft
Julian’s eyes snapped open. The sound cut through the post-coital haze like a knife. It wasn't a dream. It was a siren. And it was close.He sat up, wincing at the pain in his arm. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He rolled out of bed and ran to the window. He peeled back the curtain just an inch.
“Suck it, boy,” Elias grunted. “Taste your Daddy while my friend fucks your ass.” Finn was in heaven. He had Daddy’s dick in his mouth, Mr. Sterling’s dick in his ass, and the taste of Leo’s spit and Ash’s dick still on his tongue. He was surrounded by men, surrounded by sex, surrounded by power.
The days fell into a new, twisted routine. I would get my morning text from Richard, a command, a test of my obedience. I would spend the day in a state of constant arousal, my body humming with anticipation for his return. And when he got home, he would claim me, using me in his office, in the livi
The night was a living hell. I lay in bed, my body thrumming with a restless energy that refused to be quelled. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Marcus’s face, felt the phantom pressure of his hand on my throat, the rough possessiveness of his kiss. My cock was a constant, painful ache, a steel ro
The next day, Richard was in a particularly dark, possessive mood. He pulled me into his office before I could even make it to my room.“I have a new idea,” he said, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “A new game.”My cock, already at half-mast from the constant state of arousal I lived in, sprang to







