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
Suddenly, Silas pulled out. "On the bed. On your hands and knees." Elias struggled to his feet, using the bed for support. He climbed onto the hard mattress, positioning himself on all fours. The movement sent a sharp pain through his ankle, but he bit his lip to keep from crying out. He heard Sil
Elias’s hand was a vise in Finn’s hair, holding his head in place as he fucked his mouth. There was no gentleness in it, only a raw, urgent need to claim, to mark, to remind his good boy who he belonged to. The broadcast was over, but the performance was not. This part was just for him. “Take it,”
"Take off the gown." The voice was as sterile and cold as the white-tiled room. Liam sat on the edge of the exam table, the thin paper crinkling under him. He clutched the flimsy cotton gown closed at his throat. Dr. Adrian Cross stood by the counter, his back to Liam, meticulously washing his hand
The engine died with a final, pathetic cough. A plume of steam rose from under the hood of the sports car, hissing on the scorching summer asphalt. Noah cursed, slamming his palms against the steering wheel. He was in the middle of nowhere, a stretch of desert road flanked by nothing but scrub and r







