登入"Open the door," his dad repeated.There was a scuffle. A shout. The sound of a body hitting the wall.Yu Yan couldn't take it anymore. He unlocked the door and threw it open."Stop!" he screamed.The hallway fell silent.Lu Cheng was standing there, his shirt disheveled, his fists clenched at his s
The sleek, black sports car sat in the driveway like a stain on the pristine landscape. It was a car Yu Yan knew intimately. It was the car his father drove."Dad?" Yu Yan gasped, scrambling to pull up his pants, his movements clumsy and frantic. "What is he doing here?"Lu Cheng grabbed Yu Yan’s wr
"Quiet," Lu Cheng warned, turning back to his laptop. "Read."Yu Yan grabbed a book from the table—a poetry collection. He tried to focus on the words, but the letters were swimming in front of his eyes. The vibration was constant, a low hum that was driving him crazy.He shifted in the chair, tryin
"Stand up," Lu Cheng ordered.Yu Yan stood up slowly. Lu Cheng reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing his head up."You're hard," Lu Cheng observed, pressing his thigh against Yu Yan’s erection. "You liked it. You liked that stranger looking at you, knowing you belong to me.""No," Yu Yan denied
Yu Yan stood frozen on the staircase, his blood turning to ice."You can't be serious," he whispered, his hands flying to cover his crotch. "I can't answer the door like this!"Lu Cheng leaned against the banister, crossing his arms, looking entirely too amused by Yu Yan’s distress. "You can, and yo
The voice was right behind him.Yu Yan gasped and spun around. Lu Cheng was standing in the bathroom doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping from his hair. He looked like a Greek god who had just stepped out of a myth, and he was furious."I... I just wanted some air," Yu Yan stamm
Elias’s hand was a vise in Finn’s hair, holding his head in place as he fucked his mouth. There was no gentleness in it, only a raw, urgent need to claim, to mark, to remind his good boy who he belonged to. The broadcast was over, but the performance was not. This part was just for him. “Take it,”
"Take off the gown." The voice was as sterile and cold as the white-tiled room. Liam sat on the edge of the exam table, the thin paper crinkling under him. He clutched the flimsy cotton gown closed at his throat. Dr. Adrian Cross stood by the counter, his back to Liam, meticulously washing his hand
The engine died with a final, pathetic cough. A plume of steam rose from under the hood of the sports car, hissing on the scorching summer asphalt. Noah cursed, slamming his palms against the steering wheel. He was in the middle of nowhere, a stretch of desert road flanked by nothing but scrub and r
"You are three weeks late, Liam." The voice was calm, which was worse than yelling. Liam stood in the middle of his small, messy living room, his hands shoved in his pockets. Mr. Davies, his landlord, stood by the door. He was a big man, broad-shouldered, with a thick beard starting to show grey at






