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
"Legs up. Hold them to your chest," Rex commanded. Kyle pulled his knees to his chest, his ass completely exposed and vulnerable. He heard Rex squirt lube onto his fingers. A moment later, a cold, slick finger pressed against his tight hole. Kyle flinched, a small cry escaping his lips. "Stay sti
Gabe's house was a small, neat bungalow on a quiet street. It looked like any other house, which made it feel even more sinister. Leo knocked on the door at exactly seven o'clock. Gabe answered, wearing only a pair of worn jeans. His chest was broad and covered in thick, grey-flecked hair. He didn
The next day, the studio was different. A large, steel frame had been erected in the center of the room, with various restraints and attachments dangling from it. It looked like something out of a medieval dungeon. "Today's theme is surrender," Marcus said, gesturing to the frame. "I want to captu
"It's ruined." The voice was a quiet, flat statement of fact. Caleb stood in the hushed workshop, the wreckage of his cello in its case on the workbench. The man who spoke, Julian, was a legend in the world of string instruments. A luthier who could make a piece of wood sing. He was in his late fif







