Masuk“You came,” he breathed in his warm, steady voice, his face in mine as metal clanged softly behind me.
I held his gaze as leather cuffs were placed on my wrists, without him shifting his eyes from mine. He leaned forward, drawing my arms behind me. I leaned back, raising my chin as he entered my space.
His shoulders moved as he pulled on the chain on the cuffs. I didn’t blink.
My head pulled back as a soft clink locked my chained arms to the back of my neck. My chest push
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
But as time passed, I considered that she just didn’t want outsiders to know anything about our family. Even today, I liaised with people, with human beings, more than she did. Our team was small, but even when she communicated with them, she used voice modifiers, and never showed her face.Less than ten people knew who she was. Even some who saw her regularly, on our team, thought she was just another worker. They didn’t know she was their boss.Before that last time, my memories of Kyle were of a teenager.Now, I was looking at a thirty plus year old male specimen.Kyle Malroy was, indeed, his father’s son.He cracked a smile. It seemed stiff, but his eyes were clear, on me. Focused. Trembling slightly.My lips parted.His gaze moved to the building I was standing in front of, then came back to me.I thought he was going to start talking about designs and crafting, but he nodded in my direction, toward the closet that was beh
The Lady of the house took us down to the basement, and our team leader told her we would need to check all the rooms. My parents’ house had thirteen rooms, seven en-suite, and six separate washrooms for visitors.“It seems to be only the first and top floors,” my mother was saying. The second floor is fine.“Okay, madam, but we’ll need to check all of them, to be sure we don’t block any pipes as we go.”“Oh, very well. But leave the room on the far left of the second floor. Just… leave that one. The water’s fine. I checked it. When you’re done, let me know, and I’ll check it myself. Understood?”“Yes, ma’am,” the team lead replied calmly.My mother left. We split up. I made my way to the room on the far left of the second floor – my brother’s room.Meanwhile, our last team member, in a room in a city far from ours, adjusted the camera feeds of our parents’ house, making sure anyone watching the strangers in the private home would never see
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







