MasukA 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
"These are for me," Marcus said, putting the phone away. "So I can see what's mine, even when you're not here."The knowledge that Marcus had these photos, that he could look at them whenever he wanted, was both terrifying and deeply arousing. It was another layer of ownership, another inescapable c
The pain was exquisite. The fresh tattoo on his back throbbed in time with the punishing rhythm of Marcus's hips. It was a celebratory fuck, a rough, claiming act designed to seal the new mark. Marcus's hands gripped Alex's hips, his fingers digging into the flesh, holding him in place as he pounded
The craving started as a low hum beneath Alex's skin three days after his first visit to the trailer. It was a persistent, distracting warmth that bloomed whenever he thought about Marcus, about the thick cock splitting him open, about the low growl of Daddy's voice calling him a good wife. He loved
He lined himself up, pressing the blunt head against the slick opening and pushing forward with careful, steady pressure that made Alex's breath catch. The stretch was intense and beautiful as Alex hissed softly through his teeth, his fingers tightening in the sheet while Marcus slid in with one lon







