LOGIN“You asked me to talk, right? I’m talking, Sir, but are you listening? No. You’re not. Do you know why?”
I gaped at him, sitting up slowly.
“Because you are under a spell. Mr. Malroy’s, most certainly – but that’s recent. You are under Mr. Ralis’ spell. You have always been.”
I shot to my feet.
Liam rose calmly, his gaze on mine.
“Don’t bother. I’m leaving. Next time, don’t ask me to talk unless you’re willing to hear things you’d rather not.”
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“You dress me. Feed me. Send cars for me. What else, Sir? I snarled. Are you going to wipe my nose again? Wash my face again? That’s how you see me, no? Some fucking kid?”“No…,” he breathed, his voice cracking, his face falling. But I was past caring.I pointed my finger in his face. “I’m not asking for permission, Mr. Malroy. I’m telling you. Right here. Right now. I’m going with you. I’m going wherever you go, and if you don’t like it, you’d better get on that fucking plane with me and place my hand in Sir Sinclair’s.”I was out of breath. My chest was heaving.Heads were turning, but that was because some guy was standing an inch from another, his finger almost poking the other guy’s eye out. Nothing I had said could be heard by anyone except my target.His hand came up. Slowly.He wrapped his hand over my finger and pushed it down. He stepped back, releasing me.His gaze moved to the side.He nodded. His attention returned
“You asked me to talk, right? I’m talking, Sir, but are you listening? No. You’re not. Do you know why?”I gaped at him, sitting up slowly.“Because you are under a spell. Mr. Malroy’s, most certainly – but that’s recent. You are under Mr. Ralis’ spell. You have always been.”I shot to my feet.Liam rose calmly, his gaze on mine.“Don’t bother. I’m leaving. Next time, don’t ask me to talk unless you’re willing to hear things you’d rather not.”And just like that, he had walked out. Smoothly. Like always. As if he had not just slung mud in my face.==========Now, in Dexter’s bathroom, I rinsed soap off and shut off the water.Messing with me, huh? I considered, my face darkening. Well, I’m done with that, I mused. I’m not going back to New York, Jayden. You’re going to finish what you started, I swore in my mind.I stepped out of the shower cubicle to find Dexter brushing his teeth.
I swallowed. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t respond.“Lift your hips if you see me, Adrian.”I stared.Then, I moved. But I was shaking too strongly. I didn’t quite make it.His arms went down. He lifted my legs. Both of them. I gasped.He stopped moving his rod. His entire body stilled.I blinked.I croaked.He adjusted himself. My knees came within my sight. I exhaled. His tip was at my entrance; I could feel his precum sliding into me.My chest was starting to hurt with how hard my heart was racing.Suddenly, I understood. It came to me, and the words came out. “I see you, Dexter,” I whispered.He shot into me, and I responded in equal gusto.He pounded into me as if trying to leave a mark in my deepest place. I cried out like I don’t recall ever having done, raising my lower half as much as I could to get him as deep as was possible.He wasn’t quiet either.I felt sorry for the pe
Dexter spun. Fully. Bringing us face to face. He cupped my cheeks; I stared into his eyes.“I don’t know whether I'm cool with being your second choice.”I blinked.He smiled.I released him.He backed away, reknotting his robe.I wasn’t sure when it had come loose, but I was certain the warmth on my fingers was not from my own skin.“Last night was a mis–”“No!”He pressed his lips together lightly.“What I mean,” he restarted calmly as my heart banged against my chest, “is that I get it. I understand it. It’s not new to me.”“I understand, Adrian. An older guy. Experienced. Fucking hot,” he rumbled, lowering his chin, eyes never leaving mine. “I get it, man.”“And I’m not looking for anything. I promise you that. But…,” his voice faltered, and I held my breath, not willing to look away in case he misread the movement.He glanced off to the side.He sighed, his shoulders lifting and dr
“One week, Marcus. Give me till Sunday. I’ll have him pinned. By next week –”He was holding me. Against his chest.I closed my eyes. My heart was racing; my ears were filled with a buzzing sound. I buried my face in his neck and shut the fuck up.His skin was hot, but I considered that to have more to do with him than with me.He was doing that thing he did so well. Saying everything without uttering a word.That was worse for me. His silence. I hated it.Others used it as a weapon, a form of attack on their opponent. But my dark one used it as a defense. He was hiding his thoughts, his feelings, his considerations. From me. I didn’t like that.I inhaled, and that fucking scent filled my nostrils and went straight to my brain.It was something his wife had given him. It had to be. It was something women liked, and there were no women around Marcus Sullivan who would dare give him something so personal.He must have
When other children drew three-legged dogs and horses that looked like fish, my six-year-old big brother was holding my hand as we sketched skyscrapers with the accuracy of high school art students.The ten-year-old one mixed my crayons and oil paints with me; to get the shade of asphalt on bridges he sketched in the home-made coloring books he put together for me.My brother. My light.Fuck me! I cursed in my mind.I staggered out; he did not move.“I’m sorry, Jayden!” he called out. “I’m sorry!”I picked up my disguise and stumbled out of the room. I slipped back into the padded jumper, wiped my face, and put my mask back on as I ran down the stairs to my crew.There was no one manning the hallways. My parents were rich and elderly. Their darling daughter had personally installed their security system.My mother was likely watching the screens. My father was probably watching the news in his study.As far as a
I pushed off Marcus.I stared at his face. His skin was grey, his eyes dark.“Sorry. I rasped. I’ve got shit to do,” I said hoarsely, a weak smile on my lips.“Jay.”“Sorry, Marcus. I should do better. I know. I will. From right now.”“Jayden. You don’t have to
Adrian was looking at every bruise, every cut, as if measuring it, hand beside my face, like some mime-physician.Reece entered. He cleared his throat. Violently.Adrian jumped and turned to him.“Do you have some ice?” our young client asked hurriedly, “And any balm?” he ask
It had been exciting for me at the time. I enjoyed watching him with his arms spread on the sofa as he leaned back, his cock pushing against his pants – even back then, Leon dressed like a sleek bastard.He never wore jeans or hoodies, like other college kids; always smart and mature, cool
My father didn’t know what I did. He doesn’t know what I’ve become. And if he didn’t know me, then I couldn’t hate on Sir Sinclair for a second. Leon could very possibly be a saint in his father’s eyes, as I was a victim in my father’s own.I kept my expression neutral as I waited for my f







