로그인He 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
"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 blinds were the problem. Or rather, my inability to keep them shut was the problem. It was a stupid, reckless habit, a subconscious cry for attention from a boy who had spent his entire life being invisible. My apartment faced the house next door, a sleek, modern structure of dark wood and glass
The final task of the day was the public park tease. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, we went to a quiet, secluded park. He sat on a bench, and I had to sit on his lap, the remote vibe buzzing inside me at a low, insistent level. People were walking by, joggi
Time seemed to lose all meaning. I drifted in a hazy, blissful fog, anchored by the heavy weight of Marcus’s body on mine and the thick, possessive presence of his knot still locked deep inside me. The fever of my heat had broken, not with a bang, but with a slow, melting wave of satiation. The desp
"With pleasure, son," he growled, and with one, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside me to the hilt.The sensation was overwhelming. It was a sharp, intense burn, a delicious, agonizing stretch that filled me completely. I cried out, a raw, primal sound of pure pleasure and pain. He was huge, big







