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My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) CHAPTER 81: Hard for my boss II
ETHANA goddamn demon. That's what he looked like when he smiled at my cock. I had no idea when I stopped breathing, all I felt was a prickling sensation on my lap as he yanked my pants off. He's still smiling at me though, and it sends a shiver down my spine rather than calm me. I shift uncomfortably. He reaches out and traps me, one of his arms behind my head, face inches apart from mine. My back stiffens when his gaze bores into mine. It's like I'm staring at Killan again. The same Killan. Does he have any idea what he's doing to me? “You're hard.” Alexander whispers, minty breath fanning my face. “Look at how hard you are for me, Ethan.” He smirks like the goddamn devil he is. “You’re dripping and yet you still deny this?” I swallow hard. His smirk widens. “I know you want me.” I shake my head, giving him a defiant look. “No.” He unties me slowly, eyes never wavering from mime. “Still in denial?” “No.” “Liar.” He taunts, pressing his finger into my lap. He strokes sligh
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 80: Hard for my boss
ALEXANDER Ethan is back and so is my messed up emotions. The whole accident made me realize something—I want Ethan more than I've ever wanted anyone. I'm attracted to him like a moth to a flame. It's dangerous. He is dangerous. But I won't fight it this time. I almost lost him once. It's never going to happen again. The kiss replays in my head like it's on repeat. I recall his soft lips. The way he surrendered. The need in his rich brown eyes. Right there, in that damn elevator, restraining myself from pinning Ethan against the ground almost made me lose it. I want him. Badly. I know Ethan is still shaken by the whole incident that happened months ago. It was why I gave him enough time to heal. Deep down I know he still needs enough time to forget everything, and in the meantime, I'll take pleasure in torturing Liam. That bastard's barely breathing. And nothing more can give me enough satisfaction than the sick state he's in. Right now, he's chained in my dungeons, silve
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) CHAPTER 79: I want him.
ETHAN Marinette deserves to know the truth about Liam, I know. But I can't stand watching her break. I don't want to be the reason for another failed relationship. It's the first day of a new week. I'm resuming work today. I'm meeting him…today. Jaz strolls into the kitchen, then leans on the kitchen island. She takes in my appearance as the smile on her lips widens. “Someone looks ready for his first day of work.” I hand her a cup of coffee, chuckling softly. “First day?” She nods, taking a sip. “First day after the whole chaos.” She then winks at me, taking a few steps closer. She sets the coffee mug on a small counter, then trails her finger over my bare arm. “How about a quickie?” She asks in between laughs. “You can't blame a woman for craving her man's cock after a glass of warm coffee.” A laughter spills from me. But in the real sense, I'm spiraling on the inside. I don't want to fuck Jaz. Not when I'm deeply infatuated with Alexander. Not when he's the reason I'
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) CHAPTER 78: A college student
MARINETTE Ethan's return is a dream come true. Jaz returned back to her usual self. She smiled often, laughed, and made jokes a few times to ease the tension. Taking care of Ethan at the hospital was sort of the way I healed, too. Seeing him take those steps like a kid, forgetting the events that tortured his soul, spending more time with his boss. It made my heart warm and eased my tense muscles. It's been weeks. A few months, perhaps. Ethan is still on leave from work. His boss gave him all the time in the world to recover properly, but Jaz seems to be the busiest one. Hurrying down the stairs, my gaze drifts toward Ethan who's nestled on the couch. He's reading a magazine while having a glass of coffee. He meets my gaze with a warm smile. “Heading for the bookstore so early?” I nod, my lips breaking into a smile. He grins. “Why do I feel like you're heading out for something else?” Ethan didn't change one bit after the incident. He's just a little more protective
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 77: Five years ago
ALEXANDER‘Were you worried about me, too?’ Ethan's words ring in my ears like a song on repeat. The answer’s as clear as day, glaring even before a blind man, but I wave it off with a cold laugh and stare at the slight bruise on his face. “You think too highly of yourself.” “Highly?” He coughs slightly as a smile curves his full, kissable lips. “I saw the look on your face when you barged into the basement, Mr. Grey.” “And I saw the look on yours when you saw me.” I lean closer, lips a few inches from his pointed nose. I catch a whiff of his woodsy scent mixed with the smell of coffee, sanitizer and phenol. His eyes burn through me, like fire cutting through ice. “What was the look on mine?” Ethan didn't just stare at me with relief in his eyes. No. He looked at me like I was his answered prayer, his only light in a sea of darkness, his beacon of hope that had been buried in a sea of expectations. He didn't think before he passed out right on that chair because I was there. H
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) CHAPTER 76: What about you?
ETHAN “I'm going to get breakfast at the cafeteria.” “You good?” “I'm fine.”Voices, I keep hearing them. Familiar ones, distant ones, strange ones. Sometimes, it's a nurse checking my vitals or discussing a particular way to get me to wake up sooner with her colleagues. Either way, I'm stuck in this position. Can't move. Can't open my eyes. Can't step out of this goddamn darkness. Maybe I should try again. Suddenly, the air starts to smell sterile and sharp. This vanilla scent fills my nostrils, followed by a warm touch around my wrist that makes me feel safe. Fuck the idea of moving, because when I try again, every damn thing hurts. My wrist stings, my legs….they feel like ice. I know I'm not dead. I mean, there's too much pain to be dead. But I just need to open my eyes. I can feel now, smell scents, I should—My eyes flutter open. I attempt to speak, but only a rasp comes out. My throat hurts so bad, it's like scratching the surface of an empty and dry well. Slowly, ev
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