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
Leo did as he was told, leaning over the leather tattoo chair. His chest and stomach pressed against the cool, worn vinyl. He spread his legs, his ass completely exposed and vulnerable. He heard Finn open a drawer and then the click of a cap. A moment later, a cold, slick finger pressed against his
"Lock the door." The voice was a low growl, accustomed to being obeyed on a echoing pool deck. Jesse flinched, his hand trembling as he turned the deadbolt on the coach's office. The click was final, sealing him in. Coach Rourke sat behind his cluttered desk, a mountain of a man in his late fortie
Jesse shoved his trunks down and stepped out of them. His hard cock sprang up, jutting out from his body, a traitorous testament to his unwilling arousal. Coach walked around him, his gaze a physical touch. "Turn around. Bend over my desk." Jesse did as he was told, leaning over the cluttered surf
"That's it," Damon rasped, his fingers tightening in Leo's hair. "Take your punishment. Such a good mouth for Daddy." He fucked Leo's face for several long minutes, the only sounds in the room the wet, sucking noises and Damon's harsh grunts. Leo's own cock was throbbing, aching for a touch that ne







