LOGINA heavy, metallic clack sounded loud in the quiet car.I slowly opened my eyes. He had pulled a heavy black handgun from a shoulder holster hidden under his jacket. But he didn't point the barrel at me. He casually checked the metal magazine, snapped it loudly back into place, and slid the weapon sm
"Get your fucking hands off me!" I kicked hard at his heavy boots.He didn't argue. He didn't try to negotiate or calm me down. He just stepped right into my space, completely overpowering my smaller frame. Before I could even process what was happening, his other massive arm wrapped entirely around
The bass from the massive speakers shook the floor right under my heavy leather boots. I was three drinks in, leaning against the sticky edge of the VIP bar, feeling a heavy, warm buzz settle over my brain. I laughed at something my friend yelled over the noise, throwing my head back.I felt good. I
The safety of the helicopter was an illusion. Freedom was a lie.They didn't take Yu Yan to a hospital. They didn't take him to his father.They took him to a penthouse in the center of Shanghai a tower of glass and steel that pierced the smog-choked sky.When Yu Yan woke up, he was in a bed softer
The Stranger the man Yu Yan had emailed, the man he had begged for mercy was not Lu Cheng.The realization hit Yu Yan with the force of a physical blow. All this time, he had thought Lu Cheng was the one on the other end of the screen. But Lu Cheng had been the target of the Stranger too.The screen
The word harvest hung in the air like a death sentence.Yu Yan stared at the nurse, his mind struggling to process the information. "Harvest? He's alive!""He's an 'expendable asset' now," the nurse—whose name tag read Xiao Li—said, her hands shaking as she worked on the lock of Yu Yan’s cuffs. "The
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
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black silk blindfold. “Close your eyes,” he commanded.I obeyed, and he tied the blindfold around my head, plunging me into darkness. My other senses immediately sharpened. I could hear his breathing, feel the heat from his body, smell the intoxicat







