LOGINCERCEI.I hadn't let my guard down in twenty bloody years. Yet… I couldn't help the sheer thrill thrumming in me.He smiled, his hands pressed to my cheeks, a long string of saliva dangling from our lips. My heart thudded. Did he know… that I was nothing but a fake? A lie?."You are hard… husband," Theo slurred, a mischievous glint in his eyes.I shuddered, pressing my lips against his again. Bodies slamming harder together.I felt his cock grind heavily on my thighs. I may or may not have watched him for two days straight, naked and proud before me, believing every single bullshit lie I had fed to him about being married. I had let the obsession fester because I knew I couldn't stand being next to him and being hard from every living, breathing moment of it.Theo moaned into my mouth, slamming his palms into my chest, shoving me against the bed. I froze. His eyes traveled down to the man bleeding out on the rug. It did something to him. I could see the sparkle in his eyes briefly.B
CIRO (THEO)Three days. It had been three bloody days since I woke up having no idea who I was, what my life was, whom I loved, or what my past experiences were. Nothing. My brain had wiped my whole fucking slate clean, and God, it was frustrating.Turned out I was married to Cercei for four years. I’d attended school, did a little of this and that… Cercei showed me papers, a few pictures, but nothing substantial.I found it hard to believe that I was involved with… a man like Cercei. The Bratva god of Italy. His nickname was Smert—a Russian word that meant death—and it wasn’t helping. I was seated in our massive dining hall, alone. He’d been gone since yesterday morning, hadn't called… Oh yes, I had no access to a phone. Something about not getting my brain scrambled too much. I had a TV, the basic things, and a dozen other dicks keeping watch on me in this massive mansion. I had no internet.They wouldn't say a thing to me, wouldn't hold eye contact, and it irritated me. It irritat
CERCEII watched from the window, peering right at the athletic frame in bed, his eyes blinking as he fluttered them open—unfocused and tired, worn out and confused.I could hear the nurse I’d personally assigned to him asking the practiced questions, whispering bits and pieces, checking his vitals. Several minutes passed and the nurse nodded over, walking towards me.“How bad?” I asked in a chilly tone reserved for everyone. Inside, my fingers twitched with excitement, but I had refused to make that bit obvious either.“Really bad, so to say. It’s just a total shitshow, Pakhan… His memories are off the tracks. They might come back in bits and pieces, but we can't ascertain when that would begin. Might be in a week… ten weeks… a year or… ten years. As long as he isn't triggered, his memories would stay sealed tight and very soon, and finally… be gone,” he explained.A smirk angled on my lips, a purr vibrating from my chest as I stared at my latest, fancy toy in a hospital robe, starin
HUNTERPain… Hot, white, flaring pain was all I could see. My head throbbed heavily. My lips parted weakly, allowing a splitting headache to settle in. Light assaulted my vision as I pried them open, glancing around.I could hear faint voices by my side, loud chatters slowly becoming audible. My insides twisted into knots as I reached out to them.“Hunter… Jesus… Are you fine?” Jeremy asked, his face finally coming into view. I nodded slowly, my throat aching as I tried to speak.Zenya stood beside Jeremy, looking a little relieved… but Viktor wasn't around, which was pretty weird. I’d dare say I was closer to Viktor than zenya and he wouldn't have left me for dead.“Theo… Where is Theo?” I snapped back into reality, pushing myself up, trying to glance around to see if we were both placed in the same room. “Where the hell is my baby…? You must have found him if you found me… Where is my Theo?” I asked again, anxiety riddling through me. My nerves shook and I could feel my migraine d
THEOI needed him, wanted him… and all it took for me to realize that much was seeing him with someone else…. It screwed with my head.Hunter was mine, but now we were seated in his car, silence stretching between us. I was quick to realize… there was a lot we had to discuss.“You left,” I whispered, finally saying it to his face in the manner I’d been dying to. “You left for three bloody years… no calls, no texts. You fucking just… vanished into thin fucking air. And dare I say, you left me for two years… while I was in a coma, even before I knew what had happened,” I admitted, feeling my chest cave in as our eyes locked.“I left because I had to…. I believed you would have a better life without me. Seeing you in that coma… it made me realize… I was nothing but a fucking thorn in your side, baby,” he muttered in response, baring his emotions just like I was.Those were the early stages of everything I felt for him. I didn't exactly mean it.“And when we met after, I realized I was a
HUNTERWe have established the fact that Theo and I had a severe case of Stockholm Syndrome… but I didn’t like the fact that all he seemed to want was my body.Even now, beneath all his stupid fucking rage, he was taunting me. Pushing me to the edge, rage-baiting me into dicking him down good. I wanted him to want me, love me, need me. And if cutting him off my touch and starving him of cock would get me his affection… then fine, I’ll stoop so low to that point.“I have… somewhere to be, Captain. You should head home, too,” I spoke, clearing my throat and pulling myself away from Theo.Theo stared hard at me like I had just doused him with a bucket full of ice.“You won’t fucking edge me like this, Hunter. You started this shit, and you’ll fucking end it,” Theo snarled, yanking his fists of fury and standing close to me. This was taking every ounce of willpower I had to act sane.“No. You clearly stated you didn’t want me … You ended things a few days ago, didn’t you? So yes, go home
THEO.Hunter stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, watching me. Hate. Anger. And irritation wiring in his gaze as Ricky dropped his lips on my neck, planting kisses against me. My skin itched. I hated every bit of it. I wasn’t hard or horny. I felt so stupid and insanely courageous. Could be t
HUNTERMy pretty little cockwhore looked really disturbed. The emotions conflicting on his face were the highlight of my day. Getting beat up was worth this shit.“Fuck you, I’m not sucking your cock.” He spat angrily, just like I had expected. It was some sort of dynamic—Theo could lie all he want
THEOShit. Fuuuucccckkkkkkk.“Patch him up a little better,” I grumbled next to the nurse, watching Hunter lie back as she stitched his jaw. She had applied some ointment, bandaged the side of his face, but according to her, the cut on his jaw needed to be stitched fast to prevent a further wound.
HUNTERThe angry pulling and slamming of doors was all I needed to know. A smile tilted on my lips as I held firmly onto my hockey stick, bending forward on the ice to play the puck forwards.“I’ll fucking murder you myself!” Theo cursed, yelling at the top of his voice as he stormed towards the r







