LOGIN"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
"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
The crystal tumbler slipped from Kai's fingers in what felt like slow motion, the amber liquid catching the low light of the bar as it arced through the air. He watched, helpless, as $300 worth of Macallan 25 splashed across the pristine white shirt and custom-tailored charcoal jacket of the man in
The promise lasted exactly forty-eight hours.On Thursday, another box appeared. Identical to the first, down to the elegant, stark labeling for "M. Thorne, 3B." Leo’s stomach did a nervous flip. It was a test. The universe was testing his resolve. He stared at the box from the safety of his peephol
Leo collapsed onto the hood of the car, his body limp and trembling, his cheek pressed against the cooling metal, which was now smeared with his own cum. He was a mess. A ruined, fucked-out mess. He could feel the man's softening cock still inside him, could feel the trickle of cum leaking from his
He pushed the finger in. The burn was sharp, intense, a searing pain that made Leo hiss and try to pull away.But Mr. Sterling's other hand held him firmly in place by the small of his back. "Stay still." The pain quickly began to morph, fading into a strange, full, deeply intimate sensation.Mr. St







