LOGINThe black sweater was soft, expensive cashmere that clung to Yu Yan’s skin like a second layer. The v-neck was deep, framing the leather collar perfectly. It was humiliating to wear it, but the alternative—wearing nothing, or worse, facing Lu Cheng’s wrath—was worse.When Yu Yan entered the dining r
He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. There were only five rules written in Lu Cheng’s neat, sharp handwriting.RULE #1: You will address me as Gege or Sir in private. RULE #2: You will wear the collar at all times unless I remove it. RULE #3: You will not touch yourself or com
Yu Yan didn't know how long he lay there. It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours. The ache in his groin eventually subsided into a dull, throbbing frustration, leaving him feeling hollow and drained.He eventually pulled his clothes back on, his movements sluggish and heavy. He felt
"So eager," Lu Cheng murmured, squeezing him just enough to make Yu Yan see stars. "You really are a desperate little thing, aren't you?"He began to rub his palm in slow, agonizing circles. The friction of the denim against Yu Yan’s sensitive flesh was torture—too much and not enough all at once. Y
He shifted his weight, pressing his hips down deliberately. Yu Yan felt the hard length of him again, unmistakable and demanding. A fresh wave of panic washed over him. This was actually happening. His stepbrother was going to force himself on him."Please," Yu Yan whispered, the fight draining out
The inside of the villa was cool and smelled of dust and old wood. Lu Cheng didn’t bother turning on the lights as he carried Yu Yan through the hallway, his grip on Yu Yan’s waist unyielding. Yu Yan struggled, kicking his legs and pounding his fists against Lu Cheng’s broad back, but it was like tr
The car moved through the sleeping city like a phantom. The streetlights bled across the cream-colored leather, painting fleeting stripes of light and shadow across Leo’s lap. He was hyper-aware of everything: the soft hum of the engine, the scent of the man’s cologne that seemed to permeate the ver
"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







