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
I read the words over and over, my thumb hovering over the screen until it went dark. My cock, which had been aching and semi-hard since I’d stumbled out of his room, was now rock solid again, a thick, demanding pressure against my thigh. A shiver of pure, undiluted lust—so intense it was almost pai
The taste of him was overwhelming, a cocktail of expensive cologne, salt, and raw, masculine power. I worked my tongue around the head of his cock, swirling and sucking as I looked up at him through my lashes, exactly the way he’d accused me of doing in class. But this wasn't a crowded lecture hall.
The handle turned with a slow, agonizing creak. My heart didn't just stop; it seemed to shrivel in my chest. I was bent over the desk, my trousers around my ankles, my skin still glistening with the evidence of my failure and my pleasure. Professor Thorne stood barely two feet away, the remote for t
He gave me a moment to adjust, his hands gripping my hips, his thumbs stroking the skin just above my ass. Then, he started to move.His rhythm was punishing. Hard, deep thrusts that knocked the air out of my lungs, that made the sofa scrape against the floor with every movement. He was fucking me l







