ANMELDENThe sirens wailed outside, a distant scream that did nothing to drown out the blood pounding in Leo’s ears. He looked at Silas, bleeding and broken on the floor. Then he looked at the black hole of the gun barrel.Leo realized with a sudden, terrifying clarity that he did not want his freedom if it
Silas moved with terrifying speed. He didn't retreat toward the bedroom; he stepped in front of Leo, the knife gleaming in his hand like a shard of ice."I told you to run," Silas snarled, not looking back at Leo.Marcus laughed, tapping the crowbar against his palm. "And miss the reunion? Besides,
Leo hollowed his cheeks, relaxing his throat as Silas guided his movements with a firm hand in his hair. The taste of Silas—salt, musk, and pure dominance—flooded his senses. He bobbed his head, finding a rhythm that made Silas’s breath hitch, a small victory that sent a thrill straight to Leo's own
Sunlight hit Leo’s face, dragging him out of a deep, dreamless sleep. He groaned and turned over, burying his face in the pillow. It smelled like Silas—sandalwood and expensive cologne. For a moment, he didn't know where he was. Then the memories of the night before crashed into him.The poker game.
The mattress dipped as Silas pulled away. The sudden loss of contact and the rush of cool air against his sweat slicked skin made Leo shiver. He stayed where he was, face pressed into the black sheets, his body throbbing with a mixture of exhaustion and lingering sensation.He heard the sound of Sil
The bedroom was just as imposing as the living room, dominated by a massive king sized bed dressed in black sheets that looked like silk. Leo walked to the edge of the mattress, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might bruise his ribs. He felt incredibly exposed, standing there naked in the di
My biggest problem wasn’t writer’s block. It was a terminal, throbbing case of blue balls, and the only cure was Damian.I could write a thousand words about the slick heat of skin on skin, the guttural sounds a man makes when he’s about to come, the exact way a cock pulses in your hand. My anonymou
I let out a strangled cry, my back arching as I took the full length of him. He was so big, so unforgivingly solid, that my vision blurred for a second. He stayed there, buried deep inside me, letting me adjust to the invasion."My god," he breathed into my ear, his chest heaving against my back. "Y
He stepped back, breaking all contact.The sudden absence of his body heat was a shock, a cold void that left me feeling empty and exposed. I sagged against the wall, my legs trembling so badly I was surprised they could still hold me up. My lips were swollen and bruised, my neck was stinging, and m
Two days. Two days of absolute, fucking silence.On the third night, my phone buzzed. It was him. An unknown number, but I knew. My whole body responded, a jolt of pure, undiluted lust shooting through me, making my cock instantly hard, a desperate, needy ache against my thigh.The message was short






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