LOGINThe air was ice. It was like jumping into a freezer. Julian hit the wooden planks of the bridge hard. The wood was slick with snow and ice. He rolled, his body tumbling over the rough surface. He hit the railing and stopped.His breath was gone. He could not breathe. His chest hurt where he had hit
Julian grabbed the edge of the console to hold himself up. "The train," he gasped as Viktor bit the back of his neck. "The bridge...""We have five minutes," Viktor said. His hands were rough as he ripped Julian’s pants down his legs. "I can be fast."Julian laughed a little, a wild sound. "You bett
The tunnel swallowed the train. The bright light of the outside world was gone in a blink, replaced by a heavy, crushing darkness. The only light came from the control panel in front of them, glowing green and red against the black glass. The noise was different in here too. It was louder, a deep th
The sound of Viktor’s zipper was loud in the quiet room. Julian watched, his heart racing, as Viktor pulled his cock out. It was thick and hard. A drop of liquid came from the tip."On your knees," Viktor said.Julian got on his knees on the soft carpet. He looked up at Viktor. Viktor stood over him
The train moved fast through the snowy mountains. Inside the fancy dining car, the air smelled like smoke and money. Julian sat at the bar, drinking a glass of brown liquor. He wore a black suit that fit him well. It hid the tools in his pocket and the knife in his boot. He did not look like a thief
But he wasn't fast enough.Julian stepped out from the shadows behind the Architect’s chair. He grabbed the Architect’s wrist, twisting it back until the bone snapped."Surprise," Julian whispered in the Architect’s ear."Kill him," Silas ordered.Julian pulled a knife and slit the Architect’s throa
"Hold still. The line is shaking." The voice was a low growl, vibrating through the tattoo gun pressed against Leo's ribs. Leo gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into fists on the leather armrests of the chair. The needle buzzed, a constant, high-pitched hum that drilled into his bones. He had b
"Yes, Daddy. Please. I need your cock." Gage chuckled, a dark, rich sound. He removed his fingers, leaving Noah feeling suddenly empty. Noah heard the sound of Gage spitting again, lubing up his own cock. Then he felt the blunt, wet head of it pressing against his entrance. "This is mine now," Gag
Mr. Blackwood walked around him, his gaze a physical touch. He stopped and picked up a riding crop from the workbench. He ran the thin, leather flap lightly down Liam's spine, making him shiver. "Bend over that bale of hay," Mr. Blackwood commanded, gesturing with the crop. Liam did as he was told
"You're a long way from a Starbucks, kid." The voice was a low, gravelly rumble, coming from a man who looked like he was built from the same rusted metal and sun-baked earth as the surrounding desert. He wiped his greasy hands on an even greasier rag, his eyes, the color of faded denim, scanning t







