Mag-log inATLAS.I love dick, I love sucking it, touching it, choking on it, or fucking someone with it. I loved the feel of the veins, the smoothness of a cockhead, the feeling of warmth and tightness as I pushed past the tightness of a man's ass. Though...Shit, and here I was getting a hard-on, eyeing my father-in-law with drool at the lips as he stood, a wine glass in my hands, watching him move through the crowd with practiced elegance, a sort of aura emanating from him. Couldn't it be the weekend yet?“You keep staring at that old mug like you think you have the hots for him, and not me.” Damien’s grating, agitating voice whispered into my ears. I turned my head in his direction with a sigh. Of course he had to be grinning.We signed the papers, done the necessities, and this seemed to be a safe resort for the brave. All sorts of famous and most powerful men stood in this room, congratulating us, others questioning where I was from and why the rush to marry.“Absolute nonsense. I am bore
DAMIENMy teeth clenched, my hands in my pockets, as I stormed towards Evgeny’s room, shoving the door open without any prior notice.“A wedding? Seriously? What is that bullshit about? What on earth are you up to? How can you keep making slutty plans like this, time after time? Are you fucking serious now?”“Manners,” he exclaimed, cutting my words short.I shuddered, a chill sweeping down my spine.“Sorry, father,” I grumbled, anger thrumming in me.He turned, finally slapping the wristwatches firmly onto his wrist. His eyes locked on mine. He took slow steps,finally standing barely inches away from me.“Well… a marriage is better, isn’t it? You’ve spent your whole time whoring yourself around, indulging in all sorts, forgetting whose heir you are… forgetting what position you hold.”“But… a marriage… do you have any idea what that means?” I asked, trying to keep my tone as calm as possible, digging my teeth into my lip, frowns etched onto my features.He curled up his eyebrow in a
ATLASThe door slammed shut, leaving the Pakhan’s rich scent of leather and smoke lingering in the cold air… and my heart pounding like a fucking drum against my ribs.I stared down at my palm. It still felt hot from shaking his.Fuck… what the hell did I just do? Getting married to some Bratva heir I didn't even know, pulling up to Theo and Hunter’s wedding in five months with a whole fake husband on my arm, and fucking his dangerous, grey-bearded father every weekend?"Shit… what the fuck am I getting into?.” I muttered to myself, dragging a hand down my face. I barely had time to process it before the heavy lock turned again. A sharp screech filled the room, and the door swung open. Two men stepped in first, their hands resting on their holstered guns, followed by the fucking stripper from the club… the Pakhan’s son.Except he wasn't naked anymore.He was wearing a black silk shirt, unbuttoned way too low, showing off dark raven tattoos sprawling across his chest and waist… and
ATLASA splitting headache, that was the first thing I noticed… followed immediately by the sudden urge to fucking retch… spill my guts.I parted my eyes hastily. My head was bowed as a bucket was passed to me. I buried my face into it… spilling food and more all over it… sheesh.Sitting back up, the bucket was snatched away from me, followed by sudden footsteps and the door slamming shut.I sucked in air, tilting my head backward as it all came back to me… some weirdo in the street… and I took a hit for him.Instinctively, my hands flew to my neck, my eyes snapping forward to the man standing before me. My breath caught… fuck, he was… hot.He looked older… two decades older type of thing, but even with his grey beard, his well-trimmed hair was surprisingly jet black. His body seemed to be fit, at least as far as I could tell from the elaborate tattoos on his body, the muscles, and his stance beneath the sleeveless vest top he was wearing.“My eyes are up here, boy.” Fuck. Even his vo
ATLASAdjusting the tight-ass boxer briefs, I leaned onto the tray in my hands, my eyes glued to the mark I had trailed out here… loud noise going off in the fucking clubhouse as I headed toward the VIP section.My eyes zeroed in on Maccini, the arrogant bastard who had been trafficking… I’d been trailing him for a month, and tonight, I’d kill the bastard myself. The Feds weren't doing much. He was a rich, arrogant crime lord—had lots of underbelly rings: drugs, trafficking people… it made me sick.Really, I had spent enough time on my hands, yes… it hurt to have left the only two people I had truly loved… it’s been five months already.And even with every other week going by with Hunter texting and the hundreds of voicemails from Theo, I knew I needed to focus on myself and life… which was why I spent my time hunting down bad guys.Yes… I was bad. But men like Maccini? They deserve hell.Just like I had expected, he smacked my ass as I set the tray on the table, a sly smirk on his li
EVGENY GORDEEVI leaned my head into my hands, my fingers rolling my rings. In my other hand was a cigar, fumes swirling before my eyes... my legs crossed as I glanced ahead at what would be the... thirtieth? Guard I’d gotten for Damian.“I swear… I didn't.. I had no idea.. he came on to me… he asked for me to fuck him…”I reached for my gun, emptying two round shots—one to his head, the second to his chest… his voice stilled, the chains rattling as his body convulsed, and his body went limp… I sighed, shutting my eyes, my head dropping back as I squeezed my eyes shut.“Where is he, Kilian?” I asked my right-hand man. I was getting sick of this shit already… I hated being disturbed.“He’s away… at the moment, but my men have eyes on him. Do you want them to bring him home?” Kilian asked as I waved my finger, busy taking another drag from the cigar.“Everyone leave,” I ordered the seven men on guard in the room. They all bowed in unison, their feet clattering one after the other as th
ATLAS.He had been sleeping all morning. His phone buzzed for the seventh time in a row and I felt my patience snap as I ended the call, proceeding to switch off the phone. I hadn’t stopped him when the stupid druggie had passed him those pills. He looked desperate, like he needed an outlet.Shit,
THEOTWO YEARS LATERI groaned, blood dripping down from the side of my cheek, my eyes rolling in my head, the sharp sting of pain blurring my senses.“Shit! Did I hit you hard?” Jamal asked with a little giggle, rolling his eyes in his head as he laughed hard now.I cursed beneath my breath, uncuf
HUNTERI was a crazy mess—bloodshot eyes, disheveled hair, a stinging, banging headache. I felt so shitty. I’d only woken barely hours ago. I’d drunk to bed, and as soon as I jerked my eyes open I saw the missed calls from a hospital center. Jamal had rushed in on cue to say Coach had been called a
HUNTERI felt like roadkill.Each time I moved, I felt that unpleasant sting in my ass. He really had almost pounded the life out of me, for fuck’s sake. We’d gone at it four whole times, and each time he filled up my ass, stretching me wider, filling me with his fucking load more times than I cou







