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
Friday night arrived with the sickening weight of a pending execution. The plug lay on my bed, a small, black, menacing sentinel. It was sleek and heavy in my palm, the silicone cool to the touch. For the last two days, my training had intensified. Marcus had pushed me, tested my limits, and rewarde
he mahogany table felt like ice against my bare skin as Silas shoved my shirt open and the buttons skittering across the floor like tiny plastic bones. I was pinned under him and my breath coming in short and jagged gasps that echoed in the cavernous silence of the boardroom. The leather collar was
The master bedroom was a shrine to a life that was no longer mine. It still smelled faintly of my mother’s favorite lily-of-the-valley perfume, a ghostly scent that twisted my gut with guilt and grief. The king-sized bed was made with military precision, the grey duvet smooth and unwrinkled. This wa
I adjusted the sleeves of my five thousand dollar blazer as I stepped out of the elevator and onto the penthouse floor of Vane Industries. The air was silent and heavy with the scent of ozone and expensive cologne. I was here to save my father's legacy and fix the mistake that had ruined our family







