ログインOur destination was a brutalist apartment block in Canary Wharf. It wasn't a home; it was a server farm disguised as a penthouse. Julian had purchased it years ago as a "doomsday" cache.We carried Zero inside. The elevator ride up was silent. When the doors opened, we weren't greeted by a living room, but by a wall of blue blinking lights. Fans hummed, circulating the cold air. Cables snaked across the floor like vines.We laid Zero down on a medical gurney in the center of the room. We strapped her wrists and ankles down with leather restraints.
The rain in London didn’t fall; it hammered. It was a relentless, grey deluge that turned the city into a watercolor smear of neon and charcoal. Inside the armored SUV, the silence was heavier than the storm outside.I sat in the back, my hand resting on the knee of the unconscious girl slumped beside me. Zero. The Server. The Weapon.She’s dreaming, Julian’s voice whispered in my mind. It wasn’t a sound; it was a vibration that resonated in my sinuses, a phantom sensation of his presence coiling around my brainstem.
The glass was cold, unyielding. It filled the emptiness, stretching the ring of muscle. We groaned, our head dropping forward.It wasn't a person. It wasn't warm flesh. But the fullness, the pressure... it was enough to trigger the chemical cascade.We began to move, fucking ourselves on the crystal, our hand stroking our cock in rhythm with the thrusts.The golden light in the room seemed to brighten. The dual heartbeat hammered against the wood of the desk.Imagine it’s him, Julian whispered. Imagine it’s Arthur dying. Imagine it’s Evelyn burning.
The morning sun did not bring warmth; it brought clarity that felt like a migraine. I woke with a gasp, my hand flying to my chest. The dual heartbeat was there, a steady, thumping rhythm that felt like a bird trapped in a cage made of ribs.Good morning, Elias, Julian’s voice slid into my mind, smooth as silk. You’re tense.I feel like I’m sharing a bed with a python, I thought back, swinging my legs out of bed. The physical sensation of Julian’s consciousness coiling around my brainstem was becoming familiar, but it was never comfortable. It was an intimate violation that I had learned to crave.You love it, Julian countered. You love the power. You love the noise. 
The next morning, I sat in front of the video conference screen in the study. I was wearing one of Julian’s suits—black, severe, perfectly tailored. I looked the part. The screen flickered to life. The Vane Corp board of directors sat around a long table in New York. They looked somber, frightened, and greedy. "Mr. Thorne," the Chairman, a man named Sterling, said. "Where is Mr. Vane? The reports are... confused." "Julian is dead," I said, keeping my voice flat. Murmurs erupted around the table.
The helicopter rose into the night sky, the rotors chopping the air into a deafening rhythm. Below us, the Vane headquarters was a torch, a pillar of fire lighting up the London skyline. The sub-basement lab was gone, incinerated by Marcus’s charges. Arthur, Evelyn, the experiments—all reduced to ash and memory.I sat in the back, the unconscious girl—Zero—draped across my lap. She was shivering, her skin pale as milk, her wet hair clinging to her neck like dark seaweed.She’s cold, Julian thought, the sensation a prickle of concern against my mind.She’s been in a tank for god knows how long, I replied, stripping off my jacket an
I woke to the sensation of something cold and wet dripping onto my chest. My eyes flew open to find Dante kneeling over me, holding a rapidly melting ice cube and grinning wickedly."What are you doing?" I asked, shivering as water trickled down my skin."Waking you up," he said simply, dragging th
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
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