เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 6: Heart Under Siege The lantern light flickered across the bunker like a dying heartbeat. Alex shoved away from Luca’s chest, cum still leaking slowly from his well-fucked pleasure pot, his athletic body trembling with rage and lingering pleasure. “You were supposed to handle me?” Alex’s voice cracked, sharp and broken. “All that ‘I love you’ bullshit while you were planning to put a bullet in my head if the trial went wrong? Fuck you, Luca. I knew you were a monster.” Luca’s dark eyes flashed with pain and fury. He grabbed Alex by the arm, yanking him back against his massive tattooed chest. “You think it’s that simple? The family gave me that order weeks ago. I ignored it. Every single time I buried my fat cock in your tight honey pot, I chose you over them. I’d burn the whole Santoro empire before I let them touch you.” Alex struggled, shoving at Luca’s shoulders, but the enforcer was immovable. Their naked bodies pressed together, cocks already twitching back to life
Chapter 5: Cracks in the Armor The basement bunker felt smaller after the attack. Blood had been scrubbed from Luca’s hands, but the metallic scent still lingered faintly in the air, mixing with gun oil, sweat, and the thick musk of sex. They were deeper underground now, the reinforced door sealed tight. There was no power, just lanterns casting a warm, flickering glow over their bodies. The outside world had tried to kill them and failed but it left them raw, on edge, and desperately clinging to each other. Alex sat on the narrow cot, wearing only a pair of Luca’s oversized sweatpants slung low on his hips. His body ached in the best and worst ways... bruises from the window fuck still blooming on his skin, cum from earlier still slowly leaking from his well-used hole. "I watched him kill a man tonight, I should be terrified, should be plotting how to run. Instead all I can think about is how safe I feel when he’s buried inside me." Luca paced like a caged wolf for a few minutes b
Chapter 4: Dangerous Addiction The discovery of the bug had changed everything. They smashed it immediately, but the paranoia lingered like smoke. Two more days passed in heavy silence broken only by the creak of floorboards and the constant tension of waiting for the next threat. Yet instead of pulling away, Alex found himself craving Luca’s touch more and more with every passing hour. He hated it. He hated how his body woke up aching for that thick cock stretching his pleasure pot. How he’d catch himself staring at Luca’s tattooed muscles while the enforcer checked weapons. 'I’m supposed to despise him. He’s a killer keeping me prisoner. So why do I keep provoking him like a desperate slut?' That afternoon, during another raging storm, Alex couldn’t take it anymore. Luca stood by the reinforced window, shirtless, gun in hand, watching the tree line through the rain. Alex walked up behind him, pressing his hardening cock against Luca’s ass. “You gonna keep ignoring me, Blade?
Chapter 3: Forced Heat Three days of isolation had turned the safehouse into a pressure cooker. The power had flickered out during a brutal storm the night before, leaving them in the dim glow of battery lanterns and candles. Rain hammered the roof like bullets. Outside, the woods were silent again, no more suspicious vehicles but the air inside crackled with something far more dangerous than assassins. Alex paced the main room in nothing but loose sweatpants, his athletic body tense, skin still marked with faint bruises from Luca’s grip. Every time he moved, he felt the ghost of that thick load still leaking from his hole. 'I hate how my body remembers every thrust. I should be planning my escape, not getting hard every time he looks at me.' Luca sat on the couch, shirtless, tattoos glistening in the low light, cleaning his gun with slow, deliberate strokes. His dark eyes tracked Alex like prey. “You’ve been quiet today, witness. That mouth of yours finally learning its place?” “
Chapter 2: Breaking Resistance The reinforced basement bunker was barely bigger than a prison cell, concrete walls, a narrow cot bolted to the floor, dim emergency lighting casting harsh shadows, and thick air that smelled of dust, gun oil, and the raw masculine heat rolling off Luca’s body. The heavy door was sealed shut. No windows. No escape. Just the two of them, trapped underground while hunters prowled the woods above. Alex’s heart hammered against his ribs. He was still completely naked, cock shamefully hard and throbbing, pressed back against the cold wall where Luca had him pinned. The enforcer’s massive frame crowded him, tattoos flexing over thick muscle, dark eyes burning with something dangerous. “You gonna behave down here, witness?” Luca growled, voice low and rough like gravel under boots. One big hand wrapped around Alex’s throat, not squeezing too hard, just holding him in place while the other palmed his heavy, aching cock. “Or do I need to remind you who’s in ch
34 years old Luca Moretti, is the Santoro crime family’s most feared enforcer, he was tall, heavily muscled, covered in tattoos, with cold dark eyes and a reputation for making problems disappear quietly. He’s violent, dominant, and loyal only to the family. When a high-stakes witness threatens to bring down their empire, Luca is assigned to babysit the witness in a remote safehouse until the trial. Alex Rivera is 26 years old, a sharp-tongued, athletic bartender who accidentally witnessed a brutal mob hit. Stubborn, sarcastic, and fiercely independent, Alex hates everything about being locked up with a dangerous criminal. He’s straight-curious but deeply in denial, and he despises Luca for representing the world that ruined his life. Trapped together in a isolated cabin for weeks, the power dynamic is extreme: Luca controls the doors, the weapons, the rules… and eventually, Alex’s body. What begins as mutual hatred and tense forced proximity explodes into raw, filthy lust. Luca’s
Chapter 4: Midnight Rituals Prince Lirien’s body still hummed from the banquet, the king’s cum drying on his thighs beneath the silk robe as Vesperian carried him through the dimly lit corridors back to the royal chambers. Every step made the thick load shift inside him, a warm, filthy reminder o
Chapter 5: Live Fire and Jealousy Private Ryan gripped his rifle tighter as the live-fire range cracked with controlled chaos around him, the sharp smell of gunpowder and hot brass filling his lungs while his body still remembered every thrust from the shower block the night before. His hole ached
Chapter 4: Shower Block Risk Private Ryan’s body still hummed from the field exercise as he stepped into the dimly lit shower block well after midnight, the mix of dried sweat, cum, and dirt from two days in the woods making his skin feel tight and filthy while his ass carried a deep, pleasant ach
Chapter 3: Field Training Heat Private Ryan felt Sergeant Kane’s presence like a live wire during the entire 48-hour field exercise, every barked order and every shared glance sending fresh heat crawling under his skin while the platoon humped heavy packs through dense woods and muddy trails. His







