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
"You're late." The voice was a low, flat accusation that cut through the sterile silence of the studio. Alex stood in the doorway, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The man who spoke, Marcus, was a legend in the fashion world. A reclusive genius whose photographs were worth a fortune. He w
The horn of the cement truck blared, a loud, angry sound. Leo froze, the shovel in his hand feeling like a lead weight. He had miscalculated. He had directed the driver to the wrong form, and now a thousand dollars' worth of wet concrete was spilling uselessly into the excavated hole for the basemen
"Your card was declined." The voice was flat, devoid of emotion. Kyle stood at the front desk of the gym, his heart sinking. The receptionist, a bored-looking girl, held his credit card between two fingers like it was contaminated. Behind him, the clank of weights and the grunts of men were a const
The final week of the project arrived. The frame of the house was up, and the crew was working on the roof. Leo was more comfortable now, his body accustomed to the physical labor and the constant, low-level arousal from his secret tasks with Gabe. One afternoon, Gabe called him up onto the partia






