Se connecterAcross 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.
The infection set in that night.They were driving through the mountains, aiming for the coast, trying to put as much distance between them and the ghost town as possible. The road wound treacherously along the cliffs, the drop-off falling away into darkness.Julian started shivering. He pulled his
He fired a shot. The bullet splintered the wood of the pillar near Aiden’s head.Julian covered his ears. He looked at Aiden. Aiden looked back. He nodded. A silent signal.Aiden spun out from behind the pillar and fired two shots. Bang. Bang.One of the men in the back went down, clutching his leg.
The screen glowed in the dark room, illuminating the stark terror on Julian’s face. The text was short. Simple. Devastating.I see you.Julian sat up, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He sensed the shift in Julian’s body instantly. He sat u
Julian didn't touch it yet. He started at Aiden’s feet. He massaged the arches, working his thumbs into the sore muscles, digging deep. Aiden groaned, his head falling back against the headboard."Fuck, that feels amazing," Aiden murmured.Julian worked his way up Aiden’s calves, kneading the tensio
Oh, to be young, poor, and so fucking horny for your professor it was a clinical condition.I spent the entire hour-and-a-half lecture trying to think about anything else. Baseball. My grandma’s funeral. The chemical composition of floor polish. Anything to stop the blood from rushing south every ti
His grip was an iron brand on my chin, but he let go, leaving a stinging warmth behind. My world had shrunk to this small space between his body and the plush carpet. The air was thick with the scent of his cologne and my own sharp, panicked arousal. My mind was a blank slate wiped clean by shock an
My blood ran cold. My blood ran hot. I was a fucking paradox of terror and lust. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to get away, to run, to hide. But a deeper, darker part of me, the part that had been whispering “Yes, Master” for three months, was thrilled. It was electrified. This was the u
The world came back into focus in slow, blurry increments. The first thing I was aware of was the smell. Sex. Sharp, salty, and overwhelmingly male. It was the scent of me and him, of sweat and cum and submission, clinging to the expensive leather of the sofa. The second thing was the feeling. A dee







