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
The promise lasted exactly forty-eight hours.On Thursday, another box appeared. Identical to the first, down to the elegant, stark labeling for "M. Thorne, 3B." Leo’s stomach did a nervous flip. It was a test. The universe was testing his resolve. He stared at the box from the safety of his peephol
Leo collapsed onto the hood of the car, his body limp and trembling, his cheek pressed against the cooling metal, which was now smeared with his own cum. He was a mess. A ruined, fucked-out mess. He could feel the man's softening cock still inside him, could feel the trickle of cum leaking from his
He pushed the finger in. The burn was sharp, intense, a searing pain that made Leo hiss and try to pull away.But Mr. Sterling's other hand held him firmly in place by the small of his back. "Stay still." The pain quickly began to morph, fading into a strange, full, deeply intimate sensation.Mr. St
Leo stared at the man's hand, at the pearly strings of his own cum clinging to the long, elegant fingers. A wave of nausea and shame washed over him, so potent it almost made him gag. Lick it? Lick his own cum off this man's hand? It was degrading, filthy, the most humiliating thing he could imagine







