Se connecterHe fucked Julian hard against the glass. The machine noise covered their sounds. Thrum-thrum.Every time Viktor pushed in, Julian slid a little on the glass. The spiders scratched at him, inches from his face."Look at them," Viktor growled in his ear. "They want to eat you. But you are mine.""Yes,
They fell through the dark. The air rushed past their ears. Then they hit metal.It was a grate. The metal bars cut into their skin. They rolled off the edge and dropped onto a floor made of diamond plate. It was hard and cold.Julian cried out. He landed on his shoulder. The pain shot up his neck.
The noise was deafening. Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound of Viktor’s big gun was like thunder in the stone room. Shells of hot metal flew through the air, cutting smoke and flesh.Julian ran. He held his knife tight. The metal was slippery with blood. He did not think. He just moved.A soldier in black
"Take off your clothes," Julian said.Viktor sat up. He pulled his shirt off. Then his pants. His cock was hard. It stood up, thick and ready.Julian pushed him back down. "Do not move."Viktor lay still. His hands gripped the white fur.Julian climbed on the bed. He straddled Viktor’s legs. He sat
The blue light from the screen lit up Viktor’s face. It made his skin look like ice. He stared at the map. Red dots were moving toward them. Many dots. Hundreds of cars. Hundreds of planes."You are the Director now," Ren said. She typed fast on the keyboard. Her fingers flew like birds. "The Syndic
He started to move. His hips slammed down. Every thrust pushed Julian up the bed. The headboard hit the wall.Bang. Bang. Bang.Julian dug his nails into VIKTOR’s arms. He left red scratches on the skin."Yes," Julian gasped. "Harder.""You want it rough?" VIKTOR growled. "I will give you rough."VI
The boardroom was no longer empty. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the sharp tang of anxiety. Twelve men sat around the mahogany table and every single one of them had once called my father a friend. Now they sat in the presence of Silas Vane like subjects before a king. And
The next morning, I woke up to the rich, bitter smell of coffee. For a few blissful seconds, I forgot. I forgot about the funeral, about the house, about the strange, tense dynamic crackling between me and Marcus. Then reality crashed down, and I pulled a pillow over my head, wishing I could smother
I stood there, frozen, my mind a complete blank. Take those sweaty clothes off. The order echoed in the silent kitchen, each word a separate, heavy stone dropping into the pit of my stomach. My sweatpants were already tented, my arousal a blatant, throbbing accusation. Stripping now felt like a diff
He was thrusting with a force that made our bodies slide across the slick stone bench. Elena was a mess of sweat and tears, her juices flooding my face as I worked her, the heat of Silas's entry into her pulsing against my lips. Silas reached forward and grabbed my cock, jerking it with a rhythmic,







