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
The package arrived the next day. It was not a plain brown box. It was a long, sleek black box with a silver ribbon. Inside, nestled on a bed of black satin, was the lingerie. It was a delicate, lacy thing, a strappy teddy in a deep, blood red. It was sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination, with
He brought the flogger down on my chest. It wasn't a hard slap, but a series of sharp, stinging bites. I cried out, more from surprise than pain. He did it again, on my stomach, my thighs. The feeling was strange, a hot, prickling sensation that spread across my skin. It hurt, but it also felt good.
The first thing I noticed was the silence. My apartment was never silent. There was always the hum of traffic, the drip of a leaky faucet, the shouts of my neighbors. Here, there was nothing. A deep, heavy quiet that pressed in on me. The second thing I noticed was the bed. It was too soft. I sank i
He was in his home office, a large, sunlit room filled with books and a massive mahogany desk. He was on the phone, his back to me, talking in a low, serious voice about mergers and acquisitions. I stood in the doorway, not sure what to do.He ended his call and turned around. His eyes scanned me, a







