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
The first crack in my perfect, stupid world appeared at 2:17 AM. It wasn’t a sound. It was a buzz. A low, insistent vibration against the nightstand, right next to my head. Jake was dead asleep beside me, snoring like a fucking chainsaw, one heavy arm thrown over my waist, pinning me to the mattress
He was not wearing his academic armor. The tailored suit was gone, replaced by a black, silk shirt that was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of the dark hair on his chest. He wore dark trousers that fit his long legs perfectly. He looked different, more relaxed, more dangerous. But it was
I worked his cock with my mouth, my head bobbing up and down, my movements slow and steady, just like he’d taught me. I could feel his thighs tensing, hear the slight hitch in his breath when I did something he particularly liked. It was a power trip, a silent, secret conversation in the middle of a
Back in my apartment, which was so small I could touch the stove and my bed at the same time, I tore off my daytime costume. The glasses, which I didn’t even need, were tossed onto the counter. The oversized hoodie, my security blanket, was ripped over my head and kicked into a corner with my faded







