All Chapters of Nailed: Men In Heat: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter ElevenBring Me His Brother4:25 A.M.Interior HallwaySaxon was the first through the glass.Literally.He dove through the upper level window, rolled across the hallway floor, and took down the first armed man with a scalpel to the throat.Rena shrieked.Cain appeared behind her like a shadow and pistol-whipped her to the floor.Ryan stood frozen.“Sax?” he choked out.Saxon ran to him, arms open.Ryan collapsed into him.“I thought you were dead.”Saxon held him tight. “Not until you are too.”—4:32 A.M.The Final Room — Concrete Holding BayRena was bleeding, tied to a chair, lip split, hair falling from its clip.Cain stood over her.Gun in hand.Saxon at his side.“I should kill you,” Cain said softly.“You should,” Rena agreed, coughing blood.“But then I become what I promised him I wouldn’t.”He looked at Saxon.Saxon looked down at her.“I should want to end you,” Saxon said, voice low. “But I want something worse.”Rena smiled faintly. “Let me guess. Prison?”Saxon

Chapter TwoLessons in HeatEzra didn’t remember walking back to his dorm.He didn’t remember brushing his teeth, or setting his alarm, or even climbing into bed. What he remembered—what he kept reliving—was that kiss.Soft. Controlled. Three seconds long.And yet it cracked open something in him like a fault line splitting wide.He couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him.Damien Langley had kissed him. Looked at him like he belonged in his hands. Said things that made Ezra’s blood heat and his skin itch with want. He’d never wanted anything more and yet, he was terrified of what he’d want next.He didn’t even know how to jack off properly.He’d tried once in high school. Felt dirty. Wrong. Gave up before he finished and convinced himself he just wasn’t into that. That he was too focused. Too serious. Above the kind of messy cravings his roommates giggled over in shared showers and late-night phone calls.But now, he’d wake up hard and aching with Damien’s voice in his head.Wear s

Chapter FourDon’t You Want More?Ezra stopped recognizing himself.He still attended his lectures. Still took notes. Still showed up to labs on time and turned in his homework early.But nothing—nothing—was the same.Not after Damien got on his knees and swallowed him whole like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.Not after the whisper at the end—“When I come, it’ll be inside you.”Ezra couldn’t sleep without grinding against his sheets like a heat-drunk animal. He couldn’t walk across campus without scanning the crowd for Damien’s sharp shoulders, black leather jacket, eyes that burned with a kind of possessiveness Ezra hadn’t known existed until now.And worst of all?He liked it.He wanted Damien to ruin him further. To touch him in darker ways. To push his limits.Every time he sat in class, heart fluttering and thighs pressed together under the desk, Ezra realized:He didn’t want to be good anymore.He wanted Damien’s attention. His approval. His teeth.Thursday.Ezra arr

Chapter SixMarkedEzra woke up in Damien’s bed.His thighs ached.His hole felt stretched, sore in the most humiliatingly delicious way.The sheets smelled like sweat, lube, and sex. His hair was messy. His lips swollen.And his neck…He touched it—flinched.There was a bite mark just under his jaw.Two, actually. Purple and blooming. Angry little bruises, scattered across his throat and chest like Damien had meant to brand him.Which he probably had.Ezra felt his cock twitch.He should’ve been embarrassed. He should’ve felt dirty.But all he could think was:More.He shifted slowly, pushing the sheets off his body.His stomach was sticky. His hole was still leaking. His chest burned with faint scratch marks.Damien had held him down.Whispered filth into his ear as he filled him.And Ezra had loved it.He stumbled into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.Hair a mess. Bite on his collarbone. Bruises blooming down the line of his spine.His face flushed with s

PREMISE:Ethan is free-spirited and filthy-minded. Lucas is wound so tight he could snap—but one drunken night changes everything.One bed. Thin walls. Unintentional touches. Dangerous tension.Chapter One: The New RoommateLucas Anderson had one rule: no chaos.His entire life was curated like a color-coded syllabus—structured, quiet, safe. So when he found himself standing at the door of Apartment 4B, drenched from unexpected rain, suitcase in hand, and looking up at a peeling number plaque, he should’ve known he’d just walked into a mistake.A big, loud, half-naked mistake.The door creaked open, and there he was.Ethan Sullivan.Black hair like he’d just rolled out of someone’s bed, black ink swirling across a bare arm and shoulder, and a white towel slung low on his hips like modesty was optional. He was wiping condensation off a beer bottle with the hem of the towel when he finally noticed Lucas standing frozen at the doorway.“You Anderson?” Ethan asked, voice rough with sleep—