LOGINHe 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
### **Chapter 5: The Final Confrontation & The Ultimate Claim**Alex just stood there for a moment longer, his face a contorted mask of pain and rage. His eyes, once so full of arrogant confidence, were now wide with shock and betrayal as they darted from me to his father. He looked like a statue of
I just shrugged, looking down at my hands. “He said he needed to be free. To experience things.”Richard let out a short, harsh laugh. “Experience things? That boy wouldn’t know what to do with an experience if it bit him on the ass. He’s all flash and no substance. He’s a child.”He walked closer,
The clock on my dashboard read 8:58 PM. I was parked down the street from Marcus’s house, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles were white. I was naked under my jeans, just as he’d commanded. The rough denim against my sensitive skin was a constant, maddening reminder of my pur
He coated his fingers, and without warning, one thick finger pressed against my entrance. I cried out, my body tensing.“Relax,” he ordered, his voice stern. “Take it. This is mine to take.”I forced myself to breathe, to relax my muscles as his finger breached me. The sensation was strange, intrusi







