LOGINSilas 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
Leo parted his lips, his breath hitching as Silas stepped closer. The dominance radiating from the older man was suffocating, pressing down on Leo’s shoulders like a physical weight. He felt small, exposed, and entirely at Silas’s mercy.Silas kept one hand on Leo’s jaw, his thumb stroking the cheek
"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
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft, final click. He was here. My alpha. And I was completely, utterly at his mercy.“Stay away from me,” I whimpered, but the words had no force. They were a desperate, futile plea from a mind that had already lost the war. My body, on t
The inside of Marcus's house was cold and impersonal, a museum of expensive things no one was allowed to touch. He led me through a massive living area."This is the main floor," he said, his voice echoing. "You can use any of these rooms. My personal quarters are on the west wing. You don't go ther
His words were degrading, but they only fueled the fire building inside me. I could feel his knot swelling at the base of his cock, a thick bulge that stretched my rim with every thrust. The pressure was immense, a delicious ache that promised an even more intense release.He leaned over me, his che







