All Chapters of Dark Desires : A Collection of Filthy Forbidden MM Sins: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 3The first text arrived eleven days later at 12:41 a.m.I was in my apartment in another city, half a bottle of wine down, reviewing a term sheet that refused to hold my attention. The phone lit up on the coffee table.Noah: I told you to ignore me if I texted.I stared at the screen for a full ten seconds.Then I typed.Rhys: I said I wouldn’t.Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.Noah: I’m in your city for seventy-two hours. Client emergency. I shouldn’t have told you that.Rhys: But you did.Noah: Don’t make me regret it.Rhys: Come over and say that to my face.I sent the address before he could retreat. No softening. No question mark. Just the location and the quiet certainty that he already knew he was going to use it.Forty minutes later the doorbell rang.Noah stood in the hallway in a dark coat, tie loosened, eyes tired and furious with himself. He looked like a man who had argued with a decision the entire way here and lost.“This is a bad idea,” he sai

Chapter 5The restaurant was ordinary on purpose.No firm expense accounts. No muted colors and quiet power. Just a narrow place with scratched tables, good pasta, and enough noise to make a private conversation possible. I got there at 5:51. Noah walked in at 6:02 looking like he had argued with himself the entire six blocks.He sat across from me.For a moment neither of us spoke. Daylight still clung to the windows. There was no hotel door to lock. No elevator to trap us. Just two men who had spent months turning hate into a bed and were now attempting a table.“This feels illegal,” Noah said finally.“It isn’t.”“It feels like it should be.”We ordered. The wine arrived. Noah drank half his glass before he looked at me properly.“I’ve thought about walking into a room like this with you and then walking straight back out,” he said. “Every version ends with me deciding it’s safer to keep you in the dark where no one can touch it.”“And yet you’re sitting here.”“And yet I’m sitting

I Took the One Who Swore He Was StraightChapter 2I woke up to sunlight and the sound of Tyler trying not to have a crisis in my kitchen.The other side of the bed was still warm. The sheets were a wreck. There was a faint smear on the towel I’d used to clean him up at three in the morning when he’d woken me with a hesitant hand and the words again, please whispered like they cost him something. I had given it to him. Slower. Deeper. Until he came with his face in the pillow and my name muffled into the cotton.Now the apartment smelled like coffee and panic.I pulled on last night’s sweatpants and walked out.Tyler stood at the counter in yesterday’s jeans and nothing else, hair sticking up, staring at the coffee maker like it had personally betrayed him. There was a mark on his shoulder that matched my mouth. Another low on his hip where my fingers had held him open.He heard me and went rigid.“Morning,” I said.“Don’t.” His voice was rough. “Don’t say it like this is normal.”“It

Chapter 1: The Roommate I Never Asked ForI claimed the bed by the window the second I walked in. Habit. Control. The only things that ever made sense. Duffle on the floor, shirts folded into the drawer like I was still at camp, protein powder lined up neat next to the mini-fridge. Three days until classes, one unexpected roommate swap, and I was already telling myself it wouldn’t matter. Roommate was a roommate. As long as he didn’t leave his shit everywhere or talk too much, I could ignore him the same way I ignored everything that didn’t fit the plan.The door opened while I was hanging the last jacket.He walked in like the room already belonged to him.Tall. Maybe an inch on me. Lean in that way that said he didn’t lift for size—he moved for it. Dark hair falling just long enough to look deliberate, sharp jaw, mouth that curved like it already knew something I didn’t. Black tank clinging to his chest, gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips. One duffle, one messenger bag. He stop

Chapter 3: The Moment I Stopped LyingI didn’t leave the room for the rest of the morning.I sat on the edge of my bed with the water bottle still cold in my hand and stared at the closed door like it might give me an answer. Every argument I had ever used to keep myself straight ran through my head on a loop—Mia’s soft laugh, the way her hand fit in mine, the future that was supposed to be simple. Football. Grad school. A house someday. None of it included the low, constant ache in my cock or the memory of Jordan’s voice saying I know you jerked off in the shower thinking about me.I tried to text Mia. Opened the chat, typed three different messages, deleted every one. The words felt wrong in my mouth before I even sent them. I tossed the phone face-down on the desk and scrubbed both hands over my face.When the door finally opened again it was past noon. Jordan walked in carrying a paper bag from the campus café, keys hooked on one finger. He looked at me sitting there like he hadn’