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
The restaurant was the kind of place Kai had only seen in movies. Soft lighting, white tablecloths, waiters in actual tuxedos. The host greeted Sebastian by name, led them to a private table in the back where a man was already waiting.He was older, maybe fifty, with silver hair and sharp eyes. He s
That evening, after another thorough session and a quiet dinner, Sebastian drove Kai back to his apartment."You need clean clothes for class tomorrow," he explained. "And you should check in on things. But I want you back here tomorrow night."They pulled up outside Kai's building a marked contrast
Kai woke to an empty bed and muffled sounds from elsewhere in the apartment. He found Sebastian in the kitchen, actually cooking this time."You cook?" Kai asked, surprised."On occasion. Sit. Breakfast in five minutes."Sebastian made eggs perfectly fluffy omelets with cheese and vegetables. They a
Kai's fingers went to his shirt buttons, then froze. This was real. This was actually happening."Slowly," Sebastian commanded, settling into his desk chair with predatory grace. He sat back, legs spread, utterly relaxed. Like he had all the time in the world to watch Kai fall apart. "I want to see







