SEX IN A GLASS HOUSE
Blindfolded and placed on his knees, August takes every pierced inch of the stranger's cock down his throat while his rough hands gripped his hair as cum spills hot inside him, marking him, owning him—another hook up at the club that leaves him sore, broken, and craving more.
Accidentally, he gets a job as a live-in housekeeper in a glass house downtown, just a day after that hook-up. He encounters the hot, right-handed man Levi, whom he can't seem to resist.
In the house, everything feels strange, as if eyes are watching and walls are listening. A stalker starts sexting him, and he plays along with them. Unknown to him, the house is always watching.
Slowly, he started having nightmares, seeing things of his past again, a part he thought he had buried. The house was jogging his memories.
He sees a piece of his past in the house, a piece that belonged to his supposedly dead best friend, making him start asking questions about the actual owner of the house.
August is trapped with, the anonymous Sexter that doesn't stop making endless demands, Levi the sexy hot assistant, the flashbacks with the Stranger from the club, and an idea that his supposedly dead friend, might not be dead.
This is a raw, unapologetically addictive dark erotica, where the only way out is deeper in.