All Chapters of Forbidden & Filthy: A Taboo MM Collection : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

I need you to understand something before this story goes any further.I am not the person you think I am.On campus, I am the quiet student who shows up early, keeps his head down, and hands in work that makes professors nod. I spent four years building that version of myself, and I need it intact for one more semester. My scholarship covers tuition, housing, everything. One misstep, one flagged conduct report, and it's gone. So is the degree. So is the future I promised my mother I'd have.Off campus, three nights a week, between ten and two, I become someone else. It started as a way to cover the gap between what the scholarship pays and what rent actually costs. It stayed because the money is good and nobody here knows my real name.Last night a private booking came in. Masked client. VIP room. Triple my normal rate. Triple meant I could stop picking up extra shifts for a month. I needed the money, so I said yes.The main floor was already packed when I stepped on stage. The musi

He leaned back in his chair like he had all the time in the world. I was standing there with my heart still pounding, furious, and he looked at me like this was any other Tuesday.Then he lifted his gaze to mine, and something about it rooted me to the spot. All the anger died in my mouth before I could get another word out.Damon's lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm not certain what there is to talk about. I don't give second chances to students who don't deserve them. You don't bother to attend most of my lectures, the quality of your coursework is abysmal, and now you want a passing grade. The attendance policy is clearly stated on the syllabus. Frankly, I'm surprised you're a scholarship student. If you're worried about it, the only thing you can do is drop the class.""I can't drop your class," I said. "It's a co-requisite for another class I'm taking. I can't drop both without losing my scholarship. So I can't fail your class and I can't drop it. I need a passing grade, sir."T

"Something on your mind, Tyler?"I should have looked away, but the question came out before I could stop myself. "Have we met before?"Damon didn't answer immediately. Instead, he placed his fork on the plate with the same deliberate calm he seemed to bring to everything he did. He lifted his eyes to mine and said, "Come here."Two simple words shouldn't have affected me the way they did, but something inside my chest tightened the moment I heard them. I had heard that voice before, spoken in that same low, controlled tone, and suddenly the memory I had been trying to ignore began pushing its way forward.I told myself not to move, but my feet carried me toward him anyway. With every step, the room seemed to become less real, while the chandelier above me blurred and the silver ring on his finger caught the light. Then I remembered the dark room, the single lamp, the mask, and the voice that had told me to come closer.My breathing became uneven as another memory surfaced. I remember