FAZER 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
The sickness started a few weeks after the Russian deal. At first, I thought it was bad food. But it happened every morning, like clockwork. I was tired all the time, my body hurting in a way that had nothing to do with Daddy’s… lessons.And then other things started happening. My sense of smell was
At exactly nine o'clock, a soft knock. "Come in," I called out.Ethan entered. He'd changed into a simple white button-down, unbuttoned at the collar, and dark trousers. His hair was slightly damp.I gestured to my study. "In here, Ethan."He followed, and I closed and locked the door behind us, the
The door opened. A big hand shot out and grabbed my shirt, pulling me inside. The door slammed shut behind me. The sound was final, like a lock clicking into place. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence."On your knees."His voice was a low growl. It went right th
The punishment worked. I was more obedient, more respectful. I was the perfect son, the perfect heir. But Daddy was a very owning man, and he liked to remind me, and everyone else, who I belonged to.The perfect chance came during a deal with a Russian gun seller. The meeting was in the back of Dadd







