Ethan was seated alone around the corner, having his lunch at the school cafe when chatter erupted as a figure stepped in.He looked up and saw Martin walking in with some popular dancers, the Crystal group. Ethan's brows furrowed. Did Martin know them?Judging from how they spoke and interacted, they seemed close to each other. The second leader of the Crystal group, Jericho, a tall hit guy, had his arm wrapped around Martin's neck, laughing with him. His eyes held an adoration, respect and familiarity in them.Ethan never watched their dance show. He barely had time for such entertainment, but the group was popular. They were five in number and insanely talented. Four of them attended this college as seniors.Their leader, a mysterious guy who loved to wear a maskâĶ Wait!Could Martin be the one wearing the mask?Seeing the way these five hot guys walked together, Martin must have been their leader.The same guy who had asked him to be his friend held this level of popularity without
Ethan lay on his bed, disoriented. His mind replayed todayâs events like a broken record. He stared at the ceiling, his heart pounding at the memory of Martin and his friends inviting him to their party. A party? With them? Was this some sort of prank? He turned to his side, burying his face in the pillow, his thoughts chaotic. What if it was a trap? What if Martin and his group were no different from James? They were popular, confident, and had the power to crush someone like him with a snap of their fingers. But then, Martinâs expression from earlierâthe gentle smile, the sincerity in his voiceâresurfaced in Ethanâs mind. He didnât seem like the type to mock or bully. And his friendsâĶ they didnât either. He groaned softly. âHow am I going to deal with this?â His phone buzzed on the nightstand, snapping him out of his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat when he saw a message from Martin. Martin: Hey, just wanted to remind you about the party tonight. It starts at 8. Donât o
The buzzing loud music was beginning to irritate Ethanâs ears, and the smoke in the air made his stomach churn slightly, making him nauseous. He didn't really like it here. He didn't belong. The people around him were way out of his league. His eyes swept across the room once againâwomen grinding against men, dancing to the wild rhythm of the music. Many had dark ink tattoos sprawled across their bodies, piercings adorning their faces. Some didnât, but their clothes were far from decent. It was like stepping into a whole new world. Strange. Intriguing. It terrified him, but deep down, he wanted to stay a little longer. Besides, he couldnât leave without seeing his new friend, Martin. That would upset him. Jericho approached a particular lady. She had short, dark red-dyed hair, and two rings on her lower lip that made her look even more attractive. She was wearing a tight black dress that clung to her body, accentuating every curve. It barely covered her well-shaped, all
As Lucian stepped in, the first scent he searched for was Ethanâs, but he couldnât perceive it.He moved further into the apartment, but Ethanâs scent was nowhere to be found. His brow furrowed as the realization settled inâEthan was not home.Butler Ben emerged from the kitchen, bowing slightly as he greeted him. âWelcome back, Master.âLucian took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress the anger slowly rising in his chest.8 p.m. Be home, or there will be consequences.The instruction had been simply short and clear. Yet his little mate refused to fucking listen. Was he simply trying to drive him to the edge? Did he crave another punishment?Lucianâs expression darkened.Butler Ben seemed to notice his unease and quickly spoke, his voice cautious. âYoung Master mentioned he would be going out with a friend. He said he was sorry for not informing you before leaving and that he tried to reach you, but his calls werenât going through, sir.âLucianâs eyes narrowed. Friend? Ethan had
Ethan glanced down at the tiny glass, small enough to be emptied in one shot. The liquid inside was a deep amber color, swirling lazily under the dim lights of the club.Slowly, he took the glass from Charlie, biting down on his lip. She downed hers in one go, letting out a satisfied hum.âItâs got everything good,â she chuckled, her eyes bright and carefree.Maybe she was rightâmaybe he needed to loosen up. Just for tonight."Go on. Trust me you're going to like it," she assured.Ethan took a deep breath and tipped the glass back, swallowing the contents in one gulp. The moment the liquid hit his tongue, his eyes widened, his face contorting as he groaned, gripping the counter for support.Charlie burst into laughter at his reaction, her amusement ringing through the air.âFuck! How do you guys enjoy this?â Ethan coughed, his throat burning as the liquid flow through. âGod, it tastes awful! Oh, shitâmy headâs already spinningâĶâ He paused, clearing his throat as if it would ease the s
Ethanâs thoughts jumbled as he tried to process what the actual fuck was happening. But before he could make sense of it, Martinâs lips pressed further against his, and his grip on Ethanâs waist tightenedâthe impact a harsh reminder that this was real.Martin was kissing him.A rush of adrenaline kicked in. Ethan forced his hands to move, shoving Martin away and breaking free from his hold.His breath came in ragged gasps, eyes red with disbelief as anger surged in his chest.Why? Was this all part of some plan? ButâĶ this was insane. Martin, of all people?Ethanâs gaze darted to Charlie. She didnât look surprised or upset that Martin had stolen him away from her grip.Her expression made it clearâshe knew this was coming. It had all been planned. Had she purposely given him alcohol to make this happen? Was this an order from Martin?A storm of questions swirled in his mind.He turned back to Martin, who stood there smirking, clearly unbothered, clearly not regretting what he had just
Ethan's mouth opened, but words refused to come out. A different kind of fear settled in his bones. He hadn't expected Lucian to be here. Not now, not like this.Before he could react, a strong arm grabbed his shirt, yanking him up. Ethan stumbled but quickly steadied himself in Lucianâs grip.âToo many scents, little mate,â Lucian almost growled, his anger clear in his piercing gaze. âThere are too many scents on you. I wonder who I should kill first.âFinally finding his voice, Ethan snapped back. âIs it a crime to go out with some friends?ââFriends?â Lucian scoffed, his grip still firm. âOh yeah? And howâs it going with your friends, Ethan Wave? Whatâs with the tears on your face?âLucian paused, his sharp eyes catching something at the corner of Ethanâs lips.Waitâwas thatâĶ lipstick?Red.Lucian saw red.Ethanâs jaw clenched. Gathering his strength, he managed to pull himself free from Lucian's hold.âStay away from me. Youâre no different from them,â Ethan rasped, stepping back.
Ethan frozen, his eyes wide opened, threatening to pop out of its socket. How the hell did he know that?!Lucian hadn't seen or caught them in the act, so how?âDo not think you can lie to me boy. I can hear your heart beat,â Lucian warned, his voice, like slik dripped with vemom making Ethanâs heart raced harder.This bad. This is really bad!Telling him would make things worse, putting Martin or Charlie in trouble. There are so many things that might go wrong, things he doesn't want to think about.âIâĶâ Ethan almost choked at his words and out of panic, he blurted. âI don't know what you're talking about.âCLASH!Lucian swiftly smashed his plate onto the nearest wall. Both Eric's and Ethan's eyes widened at once as Lucian stood.âHey, Lucianâ Eric called, standing too as Lucian strode towards Ethan who stood frozen at his spot.Gripping Ethan by the shirt, Lucian pulled him close, his cold glare boring into him. âI just told you not to lie, and you fucking did.âEthan tried to stead
"I've seen her nudes before. She ain't got no shaved clean pussy," a voice spoke from the side of the stall."Yeah, right, but you gotta see how she bounces, though. She's tight as fuck," another added."I'd agree with Dan. You need to see how she squirts too. Gotta say, she is heaven," the third chimed in."But a whore, kinda," the first let out a short laugh. "How come Luke never noticed his girlfriend was such a hotspot, fucking around with every man she met?""Not our business, though. At least we had something to taste. She's fine," the third said."She was the one who came to us, not the other way around. We are not guilty," the second added. "We're good friends."Silence fell for a moment before they all burst into laughter."Good friends who are about to have a foursome with her," the first snickered, followed by another round of laughter.But it was cut short. Then came a whimperâno, a moanâechoing from the last stall in the restroom."You hear that?" the third man asked, see
A drink?Ethan lips parted recalling the last time he drank. He had kissed Charlie and Martin, and experience he doesn't want to think of.âI know what you're thinking little mateâ Lucian smirk. âIt's just one drink with me this time aroundâEtha sighed looking away. âI don't knowâĶ I... I'm a bad drinker but alrightâ******BARThe hotel bar looked very expensive and spacious. The people in it appeared rich and elegant.The bartender slid a drink toward Ethan. He swallowed at the sight of it.Despite preparing himself for this, having it placed in front of him shattered that confidence."It's fine if you don't want it. You can have Coke instead," Lucian spoke from his side, taking his own drink.Ethan shook his head. "I'll have it."Lucian side-glanced at him, watching as Ethan took a sip.Ethan groaned lightly, placing the drink back on the table.Lucian snorted, taking the drink away and asking for a Coke instead, which Ethan accepted when it arrived."You're still not going to tell
Butcher threw the first attack, fast and swift; however, the man before him effortlessly shifted from his spot, dodging the blow.Butcher didnât stop. He threw more punches, harder and faster than before, his eyes glinting with fury and excitement. One hit was enough to break a boneâat least for a human.But as time passed, frustration began to creep in. Every single one of his attacks hit nothing but empty air, as the man dodged them allâĶ without even removing his hands from his pockets.Worse!Those bored eyes of his was not even focused on him.Who would have thought his opponent would be this interesting? Butcher hadnât had anyone challenge his strength in a long time, and this man was doing it so effortlessly.Nah! He would break the proud facade of this mysterious man in a suit, no matter what!Butcher went all out, swinging his calloused fists with full force, adding even more impact to his attacksâyet nothing landed.He looked like a fool, dancing with no music. Who the hell wa
My man.Fuck!If someone had told him heâd hear Ethan say thatâadmitting that he was hisâLucian would have scoffed and dismissed it as a bluff.The shy, annoying crybaby was becoming bold. And hell, the way he had kissed him just now had already turned him so fucking on.Just as the girl finally left, Ethan spun to face himâbut Lucian immediately shot out his hand, grabbing Ethan by the neck and pulling him closer.Their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling, Lucianâs eyes dark and filled with hunger.For those words.âSay it again,â Lucian demanded, his voice deep.Ethanâs breath hitched. âWhat?ââThat Iâm yours.âLucian smirked, and even though the aura he emitted would make anyone shrink back, Ethan didnât flinch.âYouâre mine,â Ethan replied.Lucian crashed his lips onto his, the kiss turning wild. Their lips burned against each other until they lost their breath. When they pulled away, Ethan was gasping for air.âEthanâĶââThe match has started,â Ethan cut in knowing what Luci
For someone as cold as Lucian, dinner must seem too common and quite boring since, according to Eric, Lucian doesn't like eating outside.Dinner out canceled.As for cinemas, Lucian's television at the apartment was big, and if he wanted to watch a newly released movie, he would.Night parties were not Ethan's thing either; he was practically terrible at such events. After a long thought, Ethan considered something more entertainingâsomething even Eric would approve of.A wrestling show. Ethan loved watching the sport; it was pretty much his favorite, as it reminded him of his father. They used to watch the sport together.Since Lucian was someone who seemed attracted to violence and such, Ethan guessed perhaps Lucian might find it entertaining.âI hope he does, and even if he doesn'tâĶ I'm the one taking him out, and I'll make him enjoy it.âEthan took a deep breath, taking one last look at his casually fine outfit. His eyes flicked to his jotter, where he had jotted down the things h
Lucian stood there, stunned, as Ethan walked away with a confidence he hadnât displayed before. The bold declaration rang in his earsâIf Iâm yours, then youâre mine.Mine.Something inside Lucian stirred, a primal part of him that had long been caged. The need to dominate, to possess, to claim. Yet, Ethan had just flipped the dynamic, making it clear that he wouldnât be another submissive plaything. He had challenged Lucianâs authority, dared to stand on equal ground.And damn it, that turned him on.Lucianâs lips curled into an amused smirk as he leaned against the wall, watching Ethan disappear into his room.âInteresting,â he murmured.______LUTHER'S DOMAINA luxurious car pulled up in front of the towering Grand Building, halting with a soft screech. The door swung open, and the driver, dressed in a fine suit, stepped out, walking over to open the door for another figure.A pair of polished black shoes stretched out first, followed by long, slender legs leading to a tall, command
LONDONEthan rolled over in bed, his eyes glued to his phone, staring at his delivered read messages while pressing his lips together.âWhy isnât he replying?â Ethan muttered to himself, then blinked. âWhy am I so worried? He could be anywhere. Heâs strong, richâĶ Iâm just wondering why he isnât home. Itâs pretty normal since we live together, right?âHe reread the message he had sent, over and over again, trying to make sense of his own concern.Then he sighed, flinging his phone to the side and staring up at the ceiling.His thoughts drifted to what he had said to Lucian. He couldnât have meant all that, right?Was he really falling for a cold, inhuman man like Lucian?âIâm definitely not,â he muttered. He would clear things up once Lucian was backâlet him know he hadnât meant a single word of what he said that night.Ethan swallowed, his hand trailing to the left side of his chest. His heart was pounding, his breath slightly unsteady.He sighed, moving his hand from his chest to his
RUSSIA RUSSIA A young manâbarely more than a college boyârushed out of his car and stormed into the building, his breath ragged as he shoved past anyone in his way. The space was thick with smoke. The people inside looked dangerousâtattooed, armed, and drowning in the scent of alcohol and heavy drugs. He passed through two sectors of the building before reaching the main room upstairs. With impatience evident in his every movement, he knocked on the door. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," he muttered under his breath. A voice granted him permission, and he stepped inside. His eyes settled on his boss's huge frame lounging on the couch. His aura was intimidating, with almost all of his body covered in tattoos. Four barely covered women were with him. Two were taking turns sucking on his member, while the other two offered their naked breasts and kissed him. "Boss, we have a problem," the young guy spoke in Russian, his expression disturbed. "What is it, Sergei?" the brute-looking mal
Ethan stared at the several dishes on the table, his brow knitted with curiosity. It was Saturday; Butler Ben wasn't normally available on Saturdays, and he usually ate at the cafÃĐ before visiting his mother at the hospital.Could Mr. Lucian have ordered this?Curiosity waned at Ethan. What could it be? It smelled so nice.Ethan glanced at Lucian's closed room before reaching out to open the meal.Steam curled into the air as Ethan lifted the lids, revealing a spread of perfectly cooked steak, roasted vegetables, and creamy mashed potatoes. Beside it sat a bowl of what looked like homemade soup, its rich aroma making his stomach growl with hunger.His mouth parted in shock.âHoly shit,â Ethan muttered. These foods were definitely not ordered. Come to think of it, Lucian had never ordered a meal from outside before.Hearing the sudden creak of a door, Ethan immediately covered the meals and sat, pretending he wasn't doing anything.Lucian appeared in a black armless jersey and ash swea