Mag-log inThe first week in the cabin was a blur of adjustment. There was no hum of electricity, no distant traffic, no ticking clocks. There was only the wind, the crackle of the fire, and the sound of their own breathing.They fell into a routine that was primitive and domestic. Aiden chopped wood. Julian c
Julian cried out, his head falling back. It burned. It had been days. He was tight.Aiden didn't stop. He thrust all the way in, burying himself to the hilt."Fuck!" Julian screamed. "Yes!"Aiden grabbed Julian’s hips. He fucked him hard and fast. The car rocked under their movements. The metal crea
Aiden sat in the back of a van parked three blocks from the precinct. He was shirtless, his shoulder bandaged, sweat gleaming on his chest. The van was filled with monitors.On the main screen, he watched Julian in the interrogation room. He watched every subtle shift of Julian’s body language. He s
Across from him sat DeteRtive Miller. A man with a tired face and a mustache that had seen better decades."You're saying he forced you," Miller said for the third time. He tapped his pen on the file. "He kidnapped you from your office? Held you for weeks?""Yes," Julian said. He kept his voice soft
Julian’s eyes snapped open. The sound cut through the post-coital haze like a knife. It wasn't a dream. It was a siren. And it was close.He sat up, wincing at the pain in his arm. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He rolled out of bed and ran to the window. He peeled back the curtain just an inch.
The infection set in that night.They were driving through the mountains, aiming for the coast, trying to put as much distance between them and the ghost town as possible. The road wound treacherously along the cliffs, the drop-off falling away into darkness.Julian started shivering. He pulled his
The next morning, I woke up to the rich, bitter smell of coffee. For a few blissful seconds, I forgot. I forgot about the funeral, about the house, about the strange, tense dynamic crackling between me and Marcus. Then reality crashed down, and I pulled a pillow over my head, wishing I could smother
"Fill my hand, you little—""Elena."The voice was like a gunshot, echoing off the wet tiles and cutting through the humid mist.We both froze. Silas was standing in the archway of the spa, his silhouette framed by the thick steam. His face was a mask of cold, absolute fury, his eyes fixed on the si
Warning:Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, power exchange, physical punishment, and group sexual dynamics (MMeF). Reader discretion is strongly advised.The car ride to the Vane estate was a silent blur of city lights and the rhythmic clicking of the leash against my ch
The boardroom was no longer empty. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the sharp tang of anxiety. Twelve men sat around the mahogany table and every single one of them had once called my father a friend. Now they sat in the presence of Silas Vane like subjects before a king. And







