Alle Kapitel von Sacred Sins; A Dark Tale: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

‎After a long day, Eli and Damien's apartment was a sanctuary of quiet routine. They ate the previous night's leftovers, the simple act a comfort in itself. Eli, ever deriving pleasure in caring for his partner, washed the dishes and then turned his attention to Damien, a silent, loving ritual. He carried Dame upstairs to the bath and scrubbed his lover's body with a gentle touch, then applied mint balm to soothe his muscles. The soft scent of mint filled the air as he massaged an anti-inflammatory cream into Eli's entrance, a tender gesture that made Damien whimper in his sleep.‎ ‎With Damien asleep, Eli slipped into the shower, his muscles coiled and stiff. The hot water was a temporary balm against the resurfacing memories of his traumatic childhood. The face of his mother, a prostitute who had sold herself and even him, flashed in his mind. The money she earned, and the money she got from selling him,

The hiss of the shower filled the bathroom, steam curling around them like a heavy fog. Damien leaned against the tiled wall, water streaming down his chest, his muscles still loose from sleep—and lingering arousal.‎‎Eli stood behind him, hands slow and possessive as they lathered soap over his body. But it wasn’t just about washing. Damien could feel it in the way Eli's fingertips pressed into his hips, the quiet edge in his voice.‎‎“You were restless last night,” Eli said, low, close to his ear.‎‎Damien tensed. “Was I?”‎‎“You were whimpering.” Eli's hand slipped down, fingers brushing along Damien's shaft, slick with water now. “You weren't just dreaming about me, baby.”‎‎Damien bit his lip. His cheeks burned hotter than the water pouring over him. “You… and someone else.”‎‎Eli's hand froze for half a second before his grip tightened, pumping Damien’s length with slow, calculated strokes. “Someone else?” His voice was deceptively calm, but Damien could feel the tension b

Damien adjusted the file in his hands as he walked, his mind still lingering on Eli — on the quiet apology whispered against his skin that morning, the way Eli's arms had held him just that little bit tighter after he forgave him. He smiled faintly to himself, completely distracted, which was exactly why he didn’t notice the man approaching from behind.‎A hand landed on his shoulder — firm, deliberate — halting him in place. Damien's heart stuttered, his spine stiffening.‎“In someone else's empty office,” a deep voice murmured behind him, low and rich with amusement, “with your bottom looking so tempting. Dangerous, sweetheart.”‎Damien's pulse quickened. His first instinct was to turn, but the stranger's grip on his shoulder tightened, subtle but commanding.‎“Stay right where you are,” the man instructed — not cruel, not aggressive… just confident. Dangerous in a quieter, controlled way that made Damien's skin prickle.‎Swallowing, Damien's voice was steady despite the way his sto

‎The hallway outside the restroom was dim, pulsing faintly with the bass from the club beyond. Eli exhaled, adjusting his shirt, rolling his shoulders, preparing to go back to Damien—when a hand shot out, gripping his arm with unrelenting force.‎Before he could react, he was pulled sideways into an open, dark room. The door shut behind them with a quiet, ominous click.‎Eli shoved back instinctively—but the stranger's build dwarfed his. Broad chest, iron grip, presence like a predator cornering its prey. His chest hit the wall, hard enough to jar his breath.‎That scent. Coffee. Dark chocolate. Citrus bite.‎His pulse faltered, as if from fear mixed with anticipation.‎“You remembered,” the man murmured, voice low, rough silk over stone.‎A muscle ticked in Eli's jaw as his bravado snapped into place. “How could I forget?” he bit out. “You practically wrecked me. I couldn’t walk for days. I lived in hoodies and cardigans for a month so no one would see the marks.”‎The stranger chuck

‎‎“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Zeke growled as he ran his lips along Eli's nipple, his teeth locking around it and causing Eli to whimper.‎‎The shadows curled at the edges of Zeke's dream like smoke—thick, suffocating, intoxicating.‎Eli was there.‎Bent. Breathless. His flushed body arched beneath Zeke's hands, that rebellious mouth silenced by need, those sharp eyes wide and glassy with submission barely earned. The sight of Eli's hands tied behind his back and a ball gag locked around his mouth brought Zeke to such ecstasy he's never had. His hand rubbed Eli's ass staking claim on him. He spreads Eli's legs, exposing his ass hole. Zeke pressed his thumb to the tantalizing entrance staring right at him as he poked his index finger at the entrance. He dropped kisses on Eli's ass while he pushed his finger further until Eli arched his back. He pulled out his finger causing a whine from Eli. Zeke brought his palm harshly onto Eli's bottom repeatedly, Eli's moans became louder and desperate even