LOGINI stayed late on purpose.I always did.The office was almost empty by nine. Most of the lights were off. Only the soft glow of Cassian’s desk lamp spilled across the glass surface of his desk and the dark carpet. I sat at my smaller desk outside his office, pretending to finish a report I had already finished an hour ago. My cock was already half-hard just from knowing he was still in there. Alone. With me.Cassian Nyx. My boss.The man I had been jerking off to in the bathroom every day since I started.I wanted him so badly it made me stupid.I wanted him to notice the way I looked at his hands. I wanted him to catch me staring at his mouth when he spoke. I wanted him to drag me into his office, bend me over that expensive desk, and fuck me until I couldn’t walk straight. I thought about it constantly — his big hands pinning my wrists, his cock stretching me open, the low sound of his voice telling me I was only good for one thing.When his door finally opened, my heart slammed aga
Cassian woke him before sunrise.Adrian felt the bed shift, then the blunt pressure of a thick cock already pushing between his cheeks. He was still loose and sticky from the night before. Cassian didn’t bother with more lube. He just spat once into his palm, smeared it over the head, and forced himself inside in one long, steady thrust.Adrian’s back arched. A broken sound tore out of his throat.Cassian’s hand clamped over his mouth.“Quiet,” he muttered against the back of Adrian’s neck. “It’s early. Take it.”He fucked him like that — deep, unrelenting, chest pressed to Adrian’s back — while the sky outside the windows slowly lightened. Every stroke dragged over Adrian’s prostate. His cock was trapped against the sheets, hard and leaking, rubbing with every movement. Cassian reached down, wrapped a fist around it, and stroked in short, tight pulls timed to his hips.“You’re already dripping,” Cassian said, voice rough with sleep. “Filthy little roommate. I barely have to touch you
Adrian’s apartment flooded on a Tuesday.By Wednesday evening he was standing in front of Cassian’s door with a duffel bag and nowhere else to go. They weren’t friends. They had mutual acquaintances, had been at the same parties a few times, and once shared a long, silent Uber ride home. That was the extent of it. When Adrian texted asking if he could crash for a few days, he expected a polite refusal. Instead Cassian simply replied with his address and the door code.The apartment was large, expensive, and quiet. Dark wood floors. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A kitchen that looked like it was rarely used. Cassian opened the door wearing black sweatpants and a plain grey T-shirt. He looked Adrian up and down once, then stepped aside.“Guest room is down the hall,” he said. “Bathroom’s attached. Don’t touch my things.”Adrian nodded, muttered a thank you, and carried his bag inside. He was exhausted, still smelling faintly of damp carpet and dirty water. He showered quickly, changed into
Adrian could only moan, broken and high. Every thrust punched the air out of him. Cassian angled his hips and started dragging over his prostate deliberately. Adrian’s legs shook. His cock slapped against his stomach, untouched, dripping steadily onto the shower floor.Cassian noticed.He reached around, wrapped his fist around Adrian’s cock, and stroked him in time with his thrusts — tight, almost too tight. “You’re going to come like this. With your stepbrother’s dick buried in your ass and my hand on your throat. Understand?”Adrian nodded frantically.Cassian fucked him through the orgasm, never slowing, even when Adrian clenched and cried out and spilled over his fingers. He kept going until Adrian was oversensitive and whimpering, then pulled out, spun him back around, and shoved him to his knees.“Open.”Adrian opened his mouth. Cassian pushed in deep, holding the back of his head, and fucked his throat until tears ran down Adrian’s face and spit dripped onto his chest. When Ca
Cassian was already living in the house when Adrian’s mother married his father.Three years older. Taller. Quieter. Always watching.They shared a wall.Adrian could hear him at night — the low sound of Cassian’s breathing, the occasional creak of his bed. Sometimes Adrian would press his ear to the wall and stroke himself thinking about those sounds, biting his lip so he wouldn’t moan too loud.It started the summer Adrian turned twenty.Their parents left for two weeks.The house became too quiet. Too hot. Too full of Cassian.The first night Adrian walked out of the shower with only a towel around his waist. Cassian was in the kitchen, shirtless, drinking water. His eyes dragged slowly down Adrian’s wet chest, over the trail of hair disappearing under the towel, then back up. He didn’t look away.“You’re staring,” Adrian said, voice already rough.Cassian set the glass down.“You’ve been listening to me through the wall for months.”Adrian’s face burned.Cassian stepped closer. Cr
Cassian’s penthouse sat high above the city, all dark wood and glass and quiet luxury. The moment the door closed behind them, the last of Cassian’s restraint seemed to thin.He pressed Adrian back against the door and kissed him again — deeper this time, hungrier. One hand braced beside Adrian’s head while the other slid under his shirt, warm palm dragging slowly up the side of his body. Adrian arched into the touch without thinking. Cassian made a low sound of approval against his mouth and kissed him harder.They moved through the dark apartment without turning on many lights. City glow filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting everything in soft silver. By the time they reached the bedroom, Adrian’s shirt was already half-unbuttoned. Cassian finished the job slowly, pushing the fabric off his shoulders and letting it fall. He paused then, eyes moving over Adrian’s bare chest with open, focused want.“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, almost like he hadn’t meant to
"He knows the plot is changing."Seraphina continued quietly."And he hates it."A chill traveled down Elian's spine."How do you know all this?""Because he recruited me."She pulled a glowing crystal from her pocket."I pretended to join him."Elian stared at the crystal.Then at her."You infilt
Accept?The glowing words hovered in front of Elian's eyes.YES / NOHis entire body went rigid.Around him, the Grand Hall had fallen silent.King Aldric sat frozen.The Archbishop looked moments away from declaring holy war.Several nobles stared at Cassian as though the Demon Lord had just deman
Cassian Nyx.The future Demon Lord & villain.The man Adrian had spent three years mourning & he had crossed worlds to save.Cassian looked younger than Adrian remembered.For a brief moment, the entire hall seemed to disappear.Only Cassian remained.Standing right in front of him.Cassian's crims
Adrian Reeves had exactly two seconds left to live.And he was spending both of them hating a web novel author.The truck's headlights filled his vision.Death was rushing toward him.Yet instead of thinking about his family, his future, or the countless regrets he should have had, Adrian could onl







