Masuk"That's not what this is," I pushed back slightly, my heart beating faster. "You didn't have to carry me. You didn't have to hold me after you... after you punished me."He leaned forward, planting his heavy forearms on his thick thighs. The space between us completely vanished. He looked at me with an intensity that made my skin flush violently hot all over again."I told you," he rumbled, his voice dropping into that dark, possessive register that completely destroyed my defenses. "You belong to me now. I take care of what is mine. If you break my rules, I will discipline you. But if you follow them, I will make sure absolutely nothing in this world ever hurts you again. Do you understand?"The sheer, overwhelming weight of his protection hit me squarely in the chest. I had spent my entire life surrounded by fake friends and people who only wanted my father's money. No one had ever looked at me and demanded total ownership just to keep me safe."Yes," I breathed out, completely mesm
He didn't let me linger in the warm, heavy safety of his chest for long.His large hands gripped my shoulders, pushing me firmly back to arm's length. The cold cabin air instantly bit at my skin again. I kept my eyes down, staring at the thick, scuffed leather of his combat boots. My cheeks were still burning with a heavy, wet heat."Sit," he commanded, gesturing with his chin toward the heavy oak chair.I didn't hesitate this time. I moved quickly, pulling the oversized thermal shirt down as far as it would go. I lowered myself onto the hard wooden seat. The second my backside made contact with the flat wood, a sharp, stinging pain flared across my skin. I hissed sharply, my back going completely rigid, and I instinctively tried to shift my weight off my bruised flesh."Sit still," he rumbled.I instantly froze, forcing myself to take the painful pressure. It throbbed with a dull, heavy heat, a constant, physical reminder of exactly who was in control.He walked over to the cast-iron
"I'm here," I said, gripping his hand. "I'm here.""She's here," Julian whispered, his eyes darting around the room until they landed on Evelyn. "Mother.""Hello, Julian," she said coolly. "Long time no see.""You're dead," he hissed, trying to sit up, but his body was too weak."I'm very much alive," she said. "And thanks to your little boyfriend here, I have everything I need."She tossed the blue syringe to me. I caught it."Save him, Elias," she said. "Or watch him die. The choice is
The fire alarm didn't just ring; it screamed.A cacophony of sirens erupted throughout the private clinic, piercing the quiet hum of the ICU. Red strobe lights washed the walls in a bloody, pulsating glow."Code Red! Evacuate now!" a voice boomed over the intercom.Chaos erupted. Doctors and nurses sprinted past the open door of Julian’s room, abandoning their posts to head for the exits or to secure critical patients on the lower floors.I knew it wasn't a coincidence. The Silent Partner was making good on her promise. She was clearing the path.I didn't hesitate. I ripped the heart monitor leads off Julian’s chest, silencing the agonizing beep. I yanked the IV out of his arm, ignoring the spray of blood. He didn't react. He was too far gone, his skin waxy, his breathing shallow and ragged."Come on, Julian," I grunted, stripping the blankets off him.I grabbed a wheelchair from the hallway and hauled him out of bed. He was dead weight, a heavy sack of bones and muscle. I lifted him,
I climbed up, positioning myself. I didn't prep myself. I didn't have the patience or the supplies. I just wanted the connection. I wanted to be one with him.I sank down on him.The burn was intense, sharp and immediate. I gasped, my head falling back. But I didn't stop. I took him all the way in.Julian let out a guttural sound, half moan, half sob. His hands gripped my hips, bruisingly tight."Ride me," he whispered. "Take it."I moved. I rode him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Every drag of his cock inside me was a reminder that I was here, that he was inside me, that we were still existing.The monitor next to the bed began to beep faster. His heart rate was climbing."Elias... stop..." he gasped, his face flushing. "The doctor said...""Fuck the doctor," I said, leaning down to kiss him again. "I'm claiming you."I sped up, the friction building. The pain in my head was forgotten, replaced by the overwhelming heat in my gut. I was close. Too close."Come with me," I ordered.He
The private clinic smelled of lemon polish and underlying sickness a sterile, purgatorial scent that made my stomach churn. I sat in a plastic chair, my hands clasped tightly between my knees to stop them from shaking.I was clean now. The nurses had helped me scrub away the layers of grime, blood, and soot from the chemical plant. But I didn't feel clean. I felt infected.Decay.Arthur’s word echoed in my skull, bouncing off the walls of my headache. The pain was back—a dull, rhythmic throb behind my eyes that made the fluorescent lights seem too bright, too sharp."Mr. Thorne?"I looked up. A doctor in green scrubs was standing in the doorway of the private ward. He looked exhausted, his face drawn."How is he?" I asked, standing up too fast. The room spun.The doctor held up a hand to steady me. "We've stabilized him for the moment. His heart rate has dropped, and we’ve managed to stop the internal bleeding from the knife wound. But..." He hesitated, glancing back at the closed doo
He proceeded to prove his point, his tongue working me over thoroughly until I was sweating and shaking and desperate for more. Just when I thought I might actually come from his tongue alone, he pulled back."Color?" he asked, his voice rough."Green," I gasped. "So green. Please don't stop.""Not
The moment I did, his tongue was on me, licking into me with enthusiasm that made my eyes roll back. He ate me out like it was his favorite thing in the world, his tongue fucking into my hole while his hands gripped my ass to hold me in place.The position had me helplessly grinding down against hi
His room was bigger than mine, with a king-sized bed that dominated the space and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the backyard. The morning sun streamed in, making everything feel too bright, too exposed.He reached for the remote on his nightstand and pressed a button. Automated blinds de
My heart rate picked up, anticipation and a hint of nervousness warring inside me. "What do you want to try?""Answer the question first. Do you trust me?"I thought about it seriously. We'd only known each other for a day, which should have made the answer an automatic no. But something about him,







