LOGINThe 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
"Stop it," Yu Yan whimpered, tears pricking his eyes. He squeezed them shut, trying to block out the reality of the situation. "This isn't funny, Lu Cheng. This is sick. Delete the photos. Delete everything and let me go.""Delete them?" Lu Cheng’s hand moved from the wall to Yu Yan’s throat, his fi
The sharp, aristocratic jawline. The cold, calculating eyes that held a glint of perpetual mockery. The messy, dark hair that looked perfectly imperfect no matter how it was styled.It was Lu Cheng.His stepbrother. The bane of his existence. The man who had made Yu Yan’s life a living hell for the
The rain hammered against the tinted windows of the town car, a rhythmic, relentless thrumming that matched the erratic, terrified beating of Yu Yan’s heart. Outside, the world was a blur of grey and green, the neon lights of Shanghai long behind them, replaced by the sprawling, desolate darkness of
He fucked Julian hard against the glass. The machine noise covered their sounds. Thrum-thrum.Every time Viktor pushed in, Julian slid a little on the glass. The spiders scratched at him, inches from his face."Look at them," Viktor growled in his ear. "They want to eat you. But you are mine.""Yes,
They fell through the dark. The air rushed past their ears. Then they hit metal.It was a grate. The metal bars cut into their skin. They rolled off the edge and dropped onto a floor made of diamond plate. It was hard and cold.Julian cried out. He landed on his shoulder. The pain shot up his neck.
The gallery was silent, a cavern of white walls and polished concrete floors. The only light came from spotlights aimed at a single, massive object in the center of the room, shrouded by a heavy black velvet cloth. Alex stood beside Marcus, his heart a frantic, trapped bird against his ribs. The air
"Spread your legs," Marcus commanded. "Let me see that hungry hole." Alex obeyed, his body trembling with anticipation. He heard the squirt of lube, and then a slick, cold finger was pressing against his entrance. "You're still loose from yesterday," Marcus grunted, sliding two fingers inside him e
Leo did as he was told, leaning over the leather tattoo chair. His chest and stomach pressed against the cool, worn vinyl. He spread his legs, his ass completely exposed and vulnerable. He heard Finn open a drawer and then the click of a cap. A moment later, a cold, slick finger pressed against his
"Lock the door." The voice was a low growl, accustomed to being obeyed on a echoing pool deck. Jesse flinched, his hand trembling as he turned the deadbolt on the coach's office. The click was final, sealing him in. Coach Rourke sat behind his cluttered desk, a mountain of a man in his late fortie







