Mag-log inYu 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
"You can, and you will," Mr. Sterling said, his voice losing its playful edge and hardening into something cold and unyielding. "Unless you'd prefer I call my building manager. He's a very large man, and he takes trespassing very, very seriously. He'll probably call the police. They'll find out you'
Alex was in preparing for his promotional, so he was busy through out. He went to his classes, he studied in the library, he ate his meals in the crowded cafeteria. But every moment was consumed by a low, thrumming need.He felt it in the empty space inside him, a hollow ache that only Marcus could
The next day at the worksite was torture. Every muscle in Leo's body ached. He moved stiffly, his mind replaying the previous night's events over and over. Gabe acted as if nothing had happened, barking orders at him and the rest of the crew like he always did. Around mid-morning, Gabe called him
"You're late." The voice was a low, flat accusation that cut through the sterile silence of the studio. Alex stood in the doorway, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The man who spoke, Marcus, was a legend in the fashion world. A reclusive genius whose photographs were worth a fortune. He w







