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
"You are three weeks late, Liam." The voice was calm, which was worse than yelling. Liam stood in the middle of his small, messy living room, his hands shoved in his pockets. Mr. Davies, his landlord, stood by the door. He was a big man, broad-shouldered, with a thick beard starting to show grey at
Liam sat up, his legs dangling over the side of the table. Dr. Cross stepped forward, his cock right in front of Liam's face. "Suck it," he said. "Show Daddy you're worth a hundred and fifty thousand dollars." Liam leaned forward, his heart pounding. He opened his mouth and took the head of Dr. Cr
"The fever broke." The voice was a low rasp, like stones grinding together. Elias's eyes fluttered open. He was lying on a hard bed under a rough wool blanket. The room was small, made of stone, and smelled of salt, old wood, and kerosene. A single, thick candle cast dancing shadows on the curved w
The elevator doors slid open at eight o'clock exactly. Alex stepped out into the hushed, dimly lit corridor leading to Marcus Hale's office. He wore a simple tracksuit, the soft fabric feeling flimsy and revealing. He had followed the order. Underneath, he wore nothing at all. The door to the offic







