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 locker room was its usual chaotic self, a cacophony of shouting, laughter, and the clatter of pads. I tried to act normal, to joke with my teammates, but my mind was a mess of arousal and anxiety. Every time I bent over to put on my pads, the plug would press against my prostate, sending a jolt
“I’m fine,” I lied, my voice brittle.“No, you’re not,” he said, his voice quiet. “You’re ashamed. And you’re angry.”“You’re damn right I’m angry!” I shot back, the fury I thought had been spent returning with a vengeance. “You forced me! You took away my choice, you—”“Did I?” he interrupted, his
The blinds were the problem. Or rather, my inability to keep them shut was the problem. It was a stupid, reckless habit, a subconscious cry for attention from a boy who had spent his entire life being invisible. My apartment faced the house next door, a sleek, modern structure of dark wood and glass
The final task of the day was the public park tease. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, we went to a quiet, secluded park. He sat on a bench, and I had to sit on his lap, the remote vibe buzzing inside me at a low, insistent level. People were walking by, joggi






