LOGINThe 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
They made it back to the apartment. Julian hadn't come, but he was in agony. Every bump in the road had been torture.As soon as the front door closed, Aiden pushed Julian against the wall."Please," Julian begged. "Sir, let me come."Aiden unzipped his pants. He lifted Julian up. Julian wrapped his
A chair was brought out. It was a strange chair with a hole in the seat."Strip," Aiden commanded.Julian took off his mesh top. He unzipped the leather pants and stepped out of them. He was naked except for his collar. The crowd whistled and cheered."Sit," Aiden said.Julian sat in the chair. His
Julian walked closer. He looked inside.It was filled with small items. A gum wrapper. A receipt for a sandwich. A used tissue.Julian realized with horror what they were. Things he had touched. Things he had thrown away.Aiden was collecting his trash.On the table next to the jar was a notebook. J
The next morning, the routine changed. Usually, Aiden was there when Julian woke up—watching him, touching him, or already inside him. But today, the other side of the bed was cold.Julian sat up. The silver ring on his finger caught the morning light. He looked around the room. The door was closed.







