BOYTOYED: 365 Nights With Him

HIROTO’S POV "And now, the moment you’ve all been begging for," the host’s voice boomed over the speakers as he introduced me. "Lock your eyes on the main stage for the undisputed star of the Hookah Lounge... Cinder!" It was show time. The curtain swept back. Red spotlights cut through the hazy, smoke-filled air, catching the glitter on my skin. I stepped out with a black body suit that was cut out really high coupled with net stockings and heels. “They're more than usual today,” I muttered under my mask as I approached the pole. My shows were exclusive and for those who had enough money to waste so seeing this many people made me realize just how much I was craved. “It makes me want to give my all to seduce them.” A single hand wrap around the pole was all it took for them to go wild, screaming my name as their desperate hands reached toward the stage. I let my body arch back slowly with my hand still wrapped around the pole and the crowd gasped. I pivoted, dropping into a low,

HIROTO'S POV Once we got to the Master bedroom, he dropped me onto the mattress. Before I could even bounce back up, he got on the bed with me, pinning me down beneath him. The sudden heat of his body pressing against mine drove the breath right out of my lungs. "Still eager, Cinder?" Neven murmured, his voice laced with a dark amusement. His hands came up, pinning my wrists over my head against the pillows. "Or is that the bourbon talking?" "Does it matter?" I challenged, my voice raspy. I arched my back slightly, pressing my chest closer to his, trying desperately to look like I knew exactly what I was doing. "You wanted to see if I could earn my keep. Stop talking and find out." A low growl vibrated in his throat. He let go of my wrists, but before I could move, his hands slid down to the zipper of my high-cut bodysuit. Once I was out of my body suit and completely naked in front of him, I was beginning to wonder if I could do this. I was embarrassed. “You don't seem so happy

HIROTO'S POV The weekend felt like a fever dream. By the time I crawled into my dorm room at four in the morning on Monday, my body ached beyond repair. I could still smell his expensive sandalwood scent off me. I didn't even bother showering. I just collapsed onto my bed and the mere brush of my chest against my sheets made my nipples erect. Every part of me was overly sensitive from the continuous sex with Neven. "Hiroto? You back?" Kenji’s voice mumbled from the darkness of the other side of the room. "Yeah," I croaked. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice how raspy my voice was. "Go back to sleep, Kenji." "You’re a ghost, man. You just come and go at random, you had me worried for nothing," he grunted, rolling over. I didn't answer. I just closed my eyes and saw those beautiful blue eyes again. He was gorgeous and had everything one could desire, not to mention that he was terrific in bed. I could feel my hole twitching. Despite feeling like I'd been hit by a truck, I wanted him de

HIROTO'S POV The rest of the day was a nightmare. I couldn't focus on anything. Every time a student mentioned Professor Karlsson’s name, my stomach churned. By the time 6:00 PM rolled around, I was standing in front of his office door, my hand shaking as I knocked. "Come in." I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The office was dim, lit only by a single desk lamp. Neven was sitting behind a massive desk, a glass of scotch in his hand. He looked up, his eyes darkening the moment they landed on me. "Lock the door, Hiroto." I turned the thumb-turn lock with a soft click. My heart was hammering against my ribs. "I'm here to help with the files, Professor." Neven set his glass down. "Forget the files. Get over here." I walked toward the desk, my legs feeling heavy. When I reached him, he didn't get up. He just looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my high-collared sweater. "Take off your pants," he said, his voice flat and commanding. I froze. "What? Here? Someone mig

HIROTO'S POV I woke up before my alarm the next morning, which was a rare sight. My body was stiff and aching in ways that made every movement a reminder of the library shelves. My throat was dry and my neck… I didn't even need to look in the mirror to know the collar had left a mark. I dressed up lazily, pulling on a thick, high-collared turtleneck despite the mild weather. I had to hide the red ring, the bite marks, and the sheer, vibrating panic that hadn't left my chest since I’d scurried out of the library like a rat. "Morning," Kenji mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He looked exhausted, his hair a mess, but something about him felt off. "Morning," I said, my voice sounding slightly worried. I kept my back to him, busying myself with my bag. "You're up later than usual.” "Couldn't sleep early enough. Also, it's just as surprising to see you up early," he said, his voice dropping. "Man, I have to tell you something. I tried to find you last night, but… I saw someth