LOGINChapter 5Lopez’s glare was pure fire, but his mouth kept making noise—angry curses that kept breaking into moans. “Fuck you—ah—fuck your whole bloodline—harder if you’re going to talk so much—”Hernandez gave it to him harder. He shifted his grip from hair to throat again, forearm braced across Lopez’s upper chest, and fucked him into the wall. The concrete scraped Lopez’s cheek. Every thrust punched a sound out of him.“Listen to you,” Hernandez said, voice rough now. “Talking shit with my cock buried in your ass. You’re dripping down your thighs and still running your mouth. Brat.”“Someone has to—oh fuck—keep your ego in check—” Lopez’s words cut off when Hernandez angled sharper and nailed the spot inside him. A loud, helpless moan tore out of Lopez’s throat. His hands slapped the wall harder. “Shit—right there—don’t you dare stop—”“There it is.” Hernandez kept that angle and pounded it. “The real you. Mouth full of attitude, hole clenching like it never wants me to leave. You’r
Chapter 4 Hernandez stood over the chair and looked at the mess he’d made of Lopez. Come was drying on Lopez’s stomach and still streaked across his face from earlier. His cock hung spent between his forced-open legs. . The ropes had left red marks on his wrists and ankles. The basement was cold and quiet except for Lopez’s breathing. Hernandez didn’t speak right away. He walked a slow circle around the chair, eyes on every mark he’d left. Then he stopped in front of Lopez again. “The chair’s done its job,” he said. His voice was low and even. “So have the ropes. I want your whole body now. Not just what I can reach while you’re stuck like this.” Lopez’s eyes narrowed. “Fuck you. Leave me tied if you’re so scared I’ll break your face.” Hernandez almost smiled. He stepped in close and started on the ankle ropes first. His fingers worked the knots without hurry. He stayed near enough that Lopez could feel the heat of him. When the first ankle came free, Lopez’s leg twitched like he
Chapter 3Hernandez stood over him, looking at the mess he’d left. Come was drying on Lopez’s cheek and jaw, some of it still wet on his lower lip. Lopez’s chest rose and fell hard. His cock was still stiff in his pants, obvious with his legs forced open.“You looked prettier with my come in your face,” Hernandez said.Lopez’s eyes narrowed. He gathered what he could in his mouth and spat. It hit Hernandez’s shirt, just below the collar.Hernandez looked down at the wet spot, then back at Lopez. He didn’t wipe it. He just smiled a little.“And Unlike you,” he said, “I’m a gentleman. I repay every form of kindness.”He stepped in between Lopez’s spread knees and dropped down onto his own. The concrete was cold even through his trousers. He reached for Lopez’s belt without asking. The buckle came open easy. He popped the button, dragged the zipper down. Lopez’s cock pushed forward against the fabric of his underwear, already leaking a wet spot.“Don’t you fucking dare,” Lopez said. His
Chapter 2Hernandez kept his cock right there in front of Lopez’s face. He didn’t push in yet. He dragged the head slowly along Lopez’s jaw, smearing the wet precome across the skin. Left a shiny trail from near his ear down to his chin. Did it again, slower, watching the way it glistened under the bare bulb.Lopez tried to turn his head away. The ropes and the chair didn’t give him much room. Hernandez followed him with it, rubbing the head over his lips next. Pressing just enough to feel the heat of Lopez’s mouth, pulling back when Lopez’s teeth clicked together.“Still thinking about biting?” Hernandez asked. His voice stayed low. He kept teasing the lips, sliding the head back and forth, leaving more wetness there. “Go ahead. Try.”He pushed forward.The head forced Lopez’s lips apart and slid over his tongue. Lopez bit down immediately—hard enough to make Hernandez’s hips twitch. But not hard enough to do real damage.Hernandez’s hand shot into Lopez’s hair and yanked his head ba
Chapter 1Hernandez stood in the center of the basement and watched his men finish the last knot on his captive.Lopez sat rigid in the heavy wooden chair, wrists bound tight behind the backrest, ankles lashed to the front legs so his thighs were forced wide. The position left him open, exposed, every shift of muscle visible beneath the torn remains of his shirt. Concrete walls swallowed sound. A single bare bulb swung gently overhead, throwing long shadows. The air was cold and damp, carrying the faint metallic tang of old blood and rust.The underlings stepped back. Hernandez gave a single nod and they filed out without a word. The heavy door shut. The lock turned. Silence settled in the room.Hernandez circled the chair once, slow, hands in the pockets of his dark trousers. He stopped in front of Lopez and looked down at him the way a man looks at a problem he already knows how to solve.“Your father has been busy,” Hernandez said. His voice was low, almost conversational. “Pushin
Chapter 5I was already hard when he locked the door.Kai didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at me, then reached out and pulled my shirt up over my head. His hands landed on my chest right away, thumbs brushing over both nipples at the same time. I sucked in a breath.“Sensitive again,” he muttered, and did it harder.My cock twitched inside my jeans. He kept rubbing slow circles, watching my face, until both nipples were tight and I was making small sounds without meaning to.“Ah—fuck—”He leaned in and kissed me. Not soft. Open-mouthed, tongue sliding against mine, one hand still working a nipple while the other dropped to the front of my jeans and squeezed. I groaned into his mouth. He kissed me deeper, biting my bottom lip, then moved down to my neck, sucking hard enough that I knew it would show later.“Kai—”“Quiet. Let me.”He pushed me back until my ass hit the edge of the table. Then he went after my other nipple with his mouth—hot, wet, teeth scraping just enough.
Logan Wale slammed the door of his penthouse behind him, the sound echoing through the empty marble foyer. It was barely nine-thirty at night, but the day had been torture. Every time Damon had walked past his office, every lingering glance, every teasing smile had chipped away at his sanity. He re
The next morning, Logan arrived at the office before sunrise, determined to regain control. He’d barely slept, his mind replaying that shameful scene in his chair on loop. The way he’d come like a teenager just from imagining Damonn Vale’s mouth was Pathetic and weak. He would not let it happen aga
Logan Wale paced around his office like a Man on heat. He stopped at some point to stare through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the glittering city below.He was pissed, and rightfully so. He'd single handedly built his company from the ground up and at thirty six, he'd been named one of the top C
Logan’s hand remained frozen around Damon’s cock, the weight and burning heat of it searing into his palm like a brand. It was thicker than he expected, velvet-smooth skin stretched over rigid hardness, a vein pulsing faintly against his fingers. He gave one tentative, experimental stroke from base







