"Melbourne," he had nodded in her direction. “She is the most desirable woman in the Tower’s Club. The bosses line up to hire her for the night. Carlos must be paying a pretty cash money if the premier league here!”A sly grin was the result.“She has given me the pleasure once before. A stunner, you'll never forget that. And... hey…”With that, he had leaned confidentially in Jordan's direction. “You have something good with the brothers. What bet, she will be your reward."Magnus Jordan had dutifully grinned back, even though his stomach was churning inside. But Pedro was right. It was impossible to shake off the call girl, and when Alfredo and Carlos began to rant about Jordan's sexual orientation, Jordan yielded to the inevitable and let Melbourne lead him up the stairs to one of the empty rooms."Listen," he began after the door was locked."I'm really sorry, but...""Shh," she whispered, pulling him onto the shiny leather sofa."I really don't want to...""Take this."Somewhere
And now everything was different anyway. Jordan wasn't the man he had been in Metro Manila not so long ago. He had become scum, a hopeless junkie, the footman and henchman of one of the most dangerous men in the world. And the worst part was that it didn't mean anything to him anymore. What he did, who he helped, who he portrayed, he had become indifferent. Jordan stared at the closed curtains, letting the silence and the dull heat wash over him, and almost wished he was able to let the tears building up deep inside him flow freely. They had been stuck in this godforsaken shack for three days now. During the day the sun beat down on the shabby roof, heating the air beneath until it seemed to glow, while at night the cold of the desert crept through the cracks and crevices, making it impossible to get any sleep. Jordan was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, staring listlessly into nowhere. The teenager with him, his companion who had been pacing restlessly for hours, was
And yet it wasn't the change in the weather that had alarmed him. He couldn't tell from where, but he knew someone was approaching, someone quiet enough and fast enough to enter the room in a heartbeat, without Jordan noticing the draft of the door opening and closing just as quickly. He inhaled sharply as strong arms encircled him, pulling him into the familiar and longed for an embrace."Jorge! Why?" Jorge finally managed to pull away from Jordan, if only to give him some breathing room. But he only let him go so far that their eyes met and Jorge found himself caught in shining eyes that sparkled in an unnatural green, almost like emeralds, in the weak light of the gathering thunderstorm, pushing the usually dominant blue into the background. "What are you doing here, Jorge?" Magnus Jordan finally whispered after jerking free of the man's tight grip. The first hint of a smile twitched around Jorge's mouth. "I was worried, and..." He ran his hand through Jordan's soft hair, which h
Biting his lower lip, Magnus Jordan wrapped his legs around his friend and met the thrusts as if he could become one with the other if he took him deep enough. His eyes clenched, and his mouth opened in a silent scream as Jorge thrust faster and harder, throwing his head back and the world lit up with fireworks of exploding stars. Jorge's gasps filled the room as he slumped over Magnus Jordan, lowering his head to the slight man's shoulder, who was clutching his dark curls. "I missed you." The words escaped him before he could stop them, wandering through darkness and emptiness, merging with the monotonous dripping of the rain until they faded away. Magnus Jordan turned his head side, staring blindly at the rough wall. "I know." Magnus Jordan stiffened in his sleep, frozen, his breath caught. Jorge, propped up on one elbow and gazing at the streak of moonlight bathing his lover in a silver glow, held his breath, only letting it flow calmly as the flat chest began to heave regularly a
Black eyes followed him mercilessly, showing no mercy, leaving not the slightest doubt as to the intention driving their owner. Glowing embers burned into his soul, marking him, marking his body as they held him, paralyzing his movements, suffocating his lungs, and stopping his heartbeat. Magnus Jordan knew it was inevitable, that he couldn't prevent it. Sooner or later he would belong to Carlos del Valle if he were that criminal's property, more than he already was. His eyes fell on the tattoo that disfigured his upper arm, the brand of the secret cartel that was proving to him day after day, hour after hour, that there was no escape for him. What difference should it make anyway? He had already given up everything, done everything imaginable, everything that was asked of him. And he would keep doing it, would follow orders without asking, carry out orders, no matter what the cost.That wasn't the worst, his past as an undercover agent, nobody knows, even Michael, Roger, contained fa
Magnus Jordan trembled, his mouth opening and closing in a soundless attempt to stop the inevitable, the dreaded, and yet the most longed-for. Carlos licked his dry lips as he watched Jordan kick off his shoes, stepping out of the jeans that had been wrapped around his legs in a ball of cloth anyway. "Leave... I'll do that!" From his jeans, Carlos drew a gleaming knife, the blade gleaming in the light of a sunbeam that through a crack in the roof. With an animal sound, he tore open Magnus Jordan's shirt, exposing the bare skin, the rapidly rising and falling chest with the accelerated breathing. Grinning, he slid the flat blade along a delicate spot where the carotid artery was throbbing excitedly, slowly moving it lower, circling the erecting nipples. Magnus Jordan suppressed a tremor, trying not to flinch. He felt the tip of the knife, knew how close Carlos was piercing his skin knew he wouldn't hesitate to do it if he felt like it. And yet he didn't move. Carlos leaned closer
To break this man, there could be nothing more delicious. And then he thrust. Magnus Jordan screamed. Groaning, Carlos lay on top of him, his shaft buried in the other's cavity, so deep he felt like sinking into the grip of that tight body. With the utmost effort, he moved backward, pulling out half of his throbbing cock, only to force it into Jordan again. He whimpered, but Carlos ignored him. He thrust again, harder this time, more violently. And he changed the angle, aimed at Jordan's prostate. The whimpers turned to sighs, and Carlos felt Magnus Jordan respond to the stimulation. He drove his glowing penis forward again, pausing halfway, massaging the tender spot repeatedly. "Aahhhhh don’t stop Carlos!" Magnus Jordan screamed, but this time with blazing lust. Pain gave way to overwhelming desire. The feeling of being filled by violence, driven higher and higher with relentless thrusts aroused in him a passion he no longer thought possible. Again and again, Carlos's hot shaft
But this intoxication was gone quickly, he should cover known, he could run away from everything, just not from his demons. They always followed him everywhere, no matter how sure he was that he had eluded them. And then they caught up with him. His past gripped him and he felt that he was losing the strength to defend himself any longer. When he reached the first houses, he had no choice but to look for a room somewhere, lock the door behind him, and let the nightmares come. At some point, these too would be over, and perhaps he would then have another chance to lock them up deep in his soul, so deep that he could even forget them from time to time. Days passed and he was still stuck in the desert. Not that anything was stopping him from moving on. He just couldn't muster the energy to do it. He was alone, there was no one to care about a stranger who decided to crawl under there. The few residents of the town had enough concerns of their own to care for someone who, as he had mad