LOGINThe 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
The inside of the villa was cool and smelled of dust and old wood. Lu Cheng didn’t bother turning on the lights as he carried Yu Yan through the hallway, his grip on Yu Yan’s waist unyielding. Yu Yan struggled, kicking his legs and pounding his fists against Lu Cheng’s broad back, but it was like tr
I read the words over and over, my thumb hovering over the screen until it went dark. My cock, which had been aching and semi-hard since I’d stumbled out of his room, was now rock solid again, a thick, demanding pressure against my thigh. A shiver of pure, undiluted lust—so intense it was almost pai
The taste of him was overwhelming, a cocktail of expensive cologne, salt, and raw, masculine power. I worked my tongue around the head of his cock, swirling and sucking as I looked up at him through my lashes, exactly the way he’d accused me of doing in class. But this wasn't a crowded lecture hall.
The handle turned with a slow, agonizing creak. My heart didn't just stop; it seemed to shrivel in my chest. I was bent over the desk, my trousers around my ankles, my skin still glistening with the evidence of my failure and my pleasure. Professor Thorne stood barely two feet away, the remote for t
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







