All Chapters of Dark Desires : A Collection of Filthy Forbidden MM Sins: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 3Thursday arrived like a held breath.Theo spent the entire day in a low, constant state of awareness. Every time he shifted in his seat during seminar, the residual ache reminded him exactly who had been inside him two nights earlier. He didn’t dare look at Professor Hale longer than necessary while the rest of the class was present. The older man gave no outward sign that anything had changed—calm, precise, completely professional—yet Theo felt the weight of that attention like a hand on the back of his neck.When the final student filed out at 6:40 p.m., Theo remained seated.Hale closed the door without a word, locked it, and turned.“Stand up. Clothes off. Fold them on the chair.”Theo obeyed. Shirt. Jeans. Briefs. Socks. Until he stood completely bare under the warm office light, cock already hard against his stomach from pure anticipation. Hale walked a slow circle around him, eyes cataloguing every detail—the faint bruises still visible on his hips, the way his cock t

His Roommate’s Hard RulesChapter 2Leo woke to the smell of coffee and the low rumble of Marcus’s voice on a phone call in the next room. Sunlight cut across the bed in sharp gold bars. His body ached in places that still pulsed with memory—hips, thighs, the deep, satisfying soreness inside him where Marcus had fucked him open the night before.He sat up slowly. The sheets were a wreck. Come had dried on his stomach in thin white streaks. His hole fluttered at the memory of that thick cock stretching him, the way Marcus had held him down and told him exactly how long he’d wanted it.The bedroom door was half-open. Marcus stood in the kitchen wearing only black sweatpants that sat low on his hips, phone pressed to his ear, back to Leo. The morning light painted every ridge of muscle down his spine. When he shifted, the heavy outline of his cock swung against the soft fabric, still thick even soft.Marcus ended the call and turned. His eyes dragged over Leo’s naked body without hesitat

His Roommate’s Hard RulesChapter 3The knock came at 10:17 p.m.Leo was already naked, kneeling on the thick rug at the foot of Marcus’s bed like he’d been told. His cock stood hard against his stomach, flushed and leaking, because Marcus had edged him for almost an hour before the guest arrived—fingers in his mouth, fingers in his ass, the flat of a palm cracking sharp across his thighs every time he got too close. Rule two still held. He hadn’t come. His balls ached with it.Marcus opened the door wearing only black jeans, top button undone, the heavy outline of his cock already visible down the left thigh. The man who stepped inside was taller, broader through the shoulders, dark hair cropped short, a thin scar cutting through one eyebrow. Mid-thirties. The kind of body that looked like it belonged in a locker room and a bedroom at the same time.“Leo,” Marcus said, voice low, “this is Dane. Dane, this is the roommate I told you about.”Dane’s eyes dragged over Leo’s kneeling form

The Captain’s LayoverChapter 2Alex woke to the feel of a large, warm hand wrapped around his cock.The room was still dark except for the city glow bleeding through the sheer curtains. Rhett lay on his side behind him, chest pressed to Alex’s back, mouth against the curve of his neck. The captain’s other arm was locked around Alex’s waist, holding him in place while that slow, deliberate fist stroked him from base to tip.“You’re leaking already,” Rhett murmured, voice rough with sleep. “Body knows who it belongs to tonight.”Alex’s hips twitched forward into the grip. His hole still ached from the first round—tender, used, greedy for more. Rhett’s cock rested heavy and half-hard against the cleft of his ass, the condom from earlier long discarded, skin on skin now.“What time is it?” Alex managed.“Just after two. We’ve got hours left.” Rhett’s thumb swiped over the head of Alex’s cock, collecting the wetness there and spreading it down the shaft. “I told you I wasn’t done.”He rel

Chapter 1The private training studio smelled like rubber mats, clean sweat, and expensive air filtration. Theo Mercer stood just inside the glass doors with his gym bag slung over one shoulder, trying not to look like he was already out of his depth. At twenty-three he was lean from years of casual running and the occasional pickup game, but nothing about his body said “serious athlete.” The man waiting for him across the room looked like he had been carved for the job.Rylan Cole was thirty-five, six-foot-three, and built like he trained for a living and then trained more for fun. Black compression shirt stretched tight across a broad chest and thick arms. Dark athletic pants sat low on his hips. His hair was short, almost military, and his eyes were the kind of sharp that made people straighten their posture without realizing it. When he turned and looked at Theo, the assessment was immediate and thorough.“You’re early,” Rylan said. His voice was low, calm, the kind that didn’t ne