LOGINThe black sweater was soft, expensive cashmere that clung to Yu Yan’s skin like a second layer. The v-neck was deep, framing the leather collar perfectly. It was humiliating to wear it, but the alternative—wearing nothing, or worse, facing Lu Cheng’s wrath—was worse.When Yu Yan entered the dining r
He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. There were only five rules written in Lu Cheng’s neat, sharp handwriting.RULE #1: You will address me as Gege or Sir in private. RULE #2: You will wear the collar at all times unless I remove it. RULE #3: You will not touch yourself or com
Yu Yan didn't know how long he lay there. It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours. The ache in his groin eventually subsided into a dull, throbbing frustration, leaving him feeling hollow and drained.He eventually pulled his clothes back on, his movements sluggish and heavy. He felt
"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
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black silk blindfold. “Close your eyes,” he commanded.I obeyed, and he tied the blindfold around my head, plunging me into darkness. My other senses immediately sharpened. I could hear his breathing, feel the heat from his body, smell the intoxicat
My body was a map of pleasant aches, a dull throb in my ass, a faint sting on my skin where the crop had landed, a tender spot on my neck from his bite. Every time I moved, I was reminded of him, of the way he’d claimed me, owned me. The memory sent a secret thrill through me, a dark, private curren
He followed me back to the showers, his presence a silent, commanding force at my back. The main shower area was a large, tiled room with multiple showerheads along the walls. He turned one on, the water blasting against the tiles with a deafening roar. Steam instantly began to fill the room, thick
We stayed like that for a long moment, a tangled, sweaty heap under the hot spray. His body was a heavy, comforting weight on my back, his cock still inside me, a possessive reminder of what he had just done. I could feel his heart beating against my shoulder blades, a frantic, slowing rhythm that m







