LOGINThe black sweater was soft, expensive cashmere that clung to Yu Yan’s skin like a second layer. The v-neck was deep, framing the leather collar perfectly. It was humiliating to wear it, but the alternative—wearing nothing, or worse, facing Lu Cheng’s wrath—was worse.When Yu Yan entered the dining r
He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. There were only five rules written in Lu Cheng’s neat, sharp handwriting.RULE #1: You will address me as Gege or Sir in private. RULE #2: You will wear the collar at all times unless I remove it. RULE #3: You will not touch yourself or com
Yu Yan didn't know how long he lay there. It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours. The ache in his groin eventually subsided into a dull, throbbing frustration, leaving him feeling hollow and drained.He eventually pulled his clothes back on, his movements sluggish and heavy. He felt
"So eager," Lu Cheng murmured, squeezing him just enough to make Yu Yan see stars. "You really are a desperate little thing, aren't you?"He began to rub his palm in slow, agonizing circles. The friction of the denim against Yu Yan’s sensitive flesh was torture—too much and not enough all at once. Y
He shifted his weight, pressing his hips down deliberately. Yu Yan felt the hard length of him again, unmistakable and demanding. A fresh wave of panic washed over him. This was actually happening. His stepbrother was going to force himself on him."Please," Yu Yan whispered, the fight draining out
The inside of the villa was cool and smelled of dust and old wood. Lu Cheng didn’t bother turning on the lights as he carried Yu Yan through the hallway, his grip on Yu Yan’s waist unyielding. Yu Yan struggled, kicking his legs and pounding his fists against Lu Cheng’s broad back, but it was like tr
The clock on my dashboard read 8:58 PM. I was parked down the street from Marcus’s house, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles were white. I was naked under my jeans, just as he’d commanded. The rough denim against my sensitive skin was a constant, maddening reminder of my pur
He coated his fingers, and without warning, one thick finger pressed against my entrance. I cried out, my body tensing.“Relax,” he ordered, his voice stern. “Take it. This is mine to take.”I forced myself to breathe, to relax my muscles as his finger breached me. The sensation was strange, intrusi
“You think you can run away from me?” he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. He was so close now I could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the intoxicating mix of his cologne, clean sweat, and something uniquely, primaly Marcus.“I—” I started, but I didn’t get to finish.He
“This,” he said, holding up the collar, “is a symbol of your submission. When you are with me, you will wear it. It will remind you of your place. Of who you belong to.” He buckled the collar around my neck. It was a perfect fit, the cool leather a comforting, restrictive weight against my skin. It







