MasukThree days later, the storm hit. It was a blizzard of epic proportions. The wind howled like a dying animal, rattling the window shutters. The temperature plummeted.They piled every blanket and fur they owned onto the bed. They huddled together for warmth, skin to skin.Julian woke up shivering. Th
The first week in the cabin was a blur of adjustment. There was no hum of electricity, no distant traffic, no ticking clocks. There was only the wind, the crackle of the fire, and the sound of their own breathing.They fell into a routine that was primitive and domestic. Aiden chopped wood. Julian c
Julian cried out, his head falling back. It burned. It had been days. He was tight.Aiden didn't stop. He thrust all the way in, burying himself to the hilt."Fuck!" Julian screamed. "Yes!"Aiden grabbed Julian’s hips. He fucked him hard and fast. The car rocked under their movements. The metal crea
Aiden sat in the back of a van parked three blocks from the precinct. He was shirtless, his shoulder bandaged, sweat gleaming on his chest. The van was filled with monitors.On the main screen, he watched Julian in the interrogation room. He watched every subtle shift of Julian’s body language. He s
Across from him sat DeteRtive Miller. A man with a tired face and a mustache that had seen better decades."You're saying he forced you," Miller said for the third time. He tapped his pen on the file. "He kidnapped you from your office? Held you for weeks?""Yes," Julian said. He kept his voice soft
Julian’s eyes snapped open. The sound cut through the post-coital haze like a knife. It wasn't a dream. It was a siren. And it was close.He sat up, wincing at the pain in his arm. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He rolled out of bed and ran to the window. He peeled back the curtain just an inch.
Marcus did not hesitate anymore. The humiliation of the situation seemed to have snapped something inside him. He began to strip and his movements were frantic as he threw his jacket and tie onto the floor. Silas stood at the head of the table and his arms crossed as he watched us with the eyes of a
“Good.” He went back to his meal, and I tried to mimic him, to pretend I was a normal person having a normal dinner. But my hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold my fork. That night, sleep was a foreign country. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the house groan and settle
“Since you like to leave things half-done,” he said, his voice right behind my ear, close enough that I could feel his breath on my neck, “we’ll start with ten. And you will count them out. If you miss one, we start over. Do you understand me?”I could only manage a choked sob in response.The first
The church was always cold. A damp, stone-cold that seeped into your bones, no matter how thick your coat was. I sat in the back pew, my hands clenched so tight my knuckles were white. My dick was hard, a traitorous, throbbing ache in my pants, and it was all I could do not to cry. I was a sinner. A







