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
âWhat is he going to do to them if he manages to find them?â Ethan asked Eric worriedly, trying his best to keep his voice steady despite the storm within him.With the way Lucian had treated him back at the mansion, Martin and Charlie might be in serious danger.âAre they close to you? Someone you can avoid?â Eric inquired, his voice gentle as he took a sip from his coffee.âThey attend the same college as me. Same college where Professor Lucian teaches. One is even in my class. He quite unavoidable because he's kind of popular in school."âWait, did you just say âheâ? Like, a guy?â Eric raised a brow, his eyes slightly widening.âYeah, a guy named Martin. He transferred to the school recently, and heâs my seatmate,â Ethan replied.Eric sighed, scratching his head as he leaned back in his chair. âGreat, because thatâs actually screwed up. I think you should maybe skip school for a while until the scent fades from Lucianâs memory, which is going to take a while.ââSkip school?â Ethan
Thrust.It hurt.Thrust.It was so rough than the first time he was mounted. Pain and blur pleasure.Ethan gripped the sheets tight, his body jolting as Lucian slammed into him from behind, giving him no chance to breathe."UrghâĶ sirâĶ go easy, please," Ethan rasped, shutting his eyes tight. It hurt because he wasnât ready.m enough.But Lucian wasnât listening. He didnât seem to be in his right mind. His fangs were bared, and his glowing golden eyes said it all.It felt like Lucian was about to split him in half.In the darkness, Lucianâs eyes stayed bright gold. His incredibly built frame was on full display, muscles flexing as he held Ethanâs waist firmly, slamming his length in and out of him.For a brief moment, Lucian pulled out, and Ethan glanced back in confusionâonly for Lucian to shove himself back in.Hard. Full. Deep.The sudden movement hit that sensitive spot inside him, and Ethanâs mind went wild.âFuck!!!â Ethan cried out, his body shaking violently as a strange tingling
The sun rose, peeking through the curtain, its golden hue settling on Lucianâs face, stirring him from his sleep.Slowly, his eyes fluttered open to a room he barely recognized. This wasnât his room.Wait! He had slept?Lucian moved, but an arm draped around his torso stopped him. He glanced down, and another wave of shock hit him.Ethan? Why the fÃŧck was Ethan hereâĶ with himâĶ while he slept?His heart raced, and fear and concern clouded his mind.Lucian quickly removed the duvet covering Ethan, expecting to see blood or a splitted body. But instead, his eyes met Ethan's naked body, marred with red marksâones he had inflicted last night out of desire.The boy was in one piece. That wasâĶ strange.Lucian could barely recall how he got there. He remembered shifting into his full Lycan form and running aimlessly in the woods. After that, he returnedâĶ and then the memories struck him.The way he had mounted Ethan, hard and wild, how Ethan had taken every brutal thrustâĶ Lucian was shocked a
Ethan whimpered as pain struck his waist. It was dull yet sharpâa reminder of how rough Lucian had handled him last night.His legs felt weak, making him wonder what would have happened if Lucian hadnât passed out. No, he didnât want to think about it.He didnât want to think about any of it.Chatter rose in the classroom. Ethan looked up, meeting Martinâs gaze as he stepped into the class. Martinâs brows knitted in confusion when he realized Ethan had changed his seat.Ethan averted his eyes, placing them on his notebook, guilt gnawing at him. Martin had apologized. Under normal circumstances, it would have been wrong to act this way, but the situation was different now. It was for Martinâs own good.Without a word, Martin sat in his usual seatâright beside Ethanâs old one.Twilight seized the opportunity, sitting next to him with a bright smile.âHey, Mart,â she greeted him.Martin barely glanced at her before turning back to the board.âWhat happened between you and the loser?â she
CLASSâBecca, are you okay?â Twilight asked, noticing her friendâs flushed face and clenched fists.Becca gritted her teeth. âThat man is the devil, Twilight! He humiliated me!âTwilight raised a brow. âWhat happened?âBecca crossed her arms, inhaling a sharp breath. âI tried toâĶ charm him, but he called Vice Chancellor Katherine on me. Can you believe that?âTwilight gasped, her eyes wide with shock. âWait, what?! He actually called her?ââYeah, and he didnât even blink while doing it. Cold bastard!â Becca fumed.Twilight couldnât help but laugh, though she tried to stifle it. âWell, what did you expect? He doesnât seem like the type to fall for games like that.â"What's so funny!" Becca snapped at her with a scrowl and Twilight smile dropped. Determination flashed in Becca's eyes. "Iâm not done with him yet.âMartin, overhearing their conversation, glanced at Ethan, who was still busy with his notes. He could tell Ethan was trying hard to distract himself and wasn't fully focused o
Handcuffed.Never had Ethan thought he would ever wear these. Never in his life did he imagine that one day heâd be this humiliated.He badly wished what was happening to him was a cruel nightmareâa nightmare he desperately wanted to wake up from.But it was real.At this moment, he stared down at his hands, cuffed like a criminal.It triggered a painful memoryâa memory seared into his mind. He had just returned from school only to find several cops pinning his father to the floor. One had a gun to his head while others harshly restrained and chained him down.Murderer!âI didnât do it! I didnât kill anyone! This is a fucking mistake!â His father, Rowan, cried out while his mother, Yara, struggled helplessly against the officers blocking her path.âFather!â Ethanâs eyes welled up as the officers pressed his fatherâs head hard against the floor, ignoring his cries of pain.âYouâre hurting him!â Ethan yelled, surging forward, but one of them shoved him aside. âHeâs not like that! Let my
âYou'll rot here!âYeah, he heard that, and now those words were finally sinking in.He knew what he did was impulsive and that he should have just kept it in, but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to beg. They wouldn't just listen.Ethan sighed, lowered his head, staring at the floor and wondering how many hours he had spent confined in here.Footsteps echoed, approaching, followed by the clanking sounds of the cell door.Ethan looked up at the officer opening his cell.âSomeone is here to pick you up.âWas it Lucian? Was he back?Ethan couldn't help but wonder as they led him through the corridor. However, a slight wave of disappointment washed over him as he sighted the person who had come to pick him up.It was Martin.Ethan scolded himself inwardly. Why in the world was he expecting Lucian to be here when the man was out of the country, doing whatever?âHey, Ethan,â Martin walked past the officer to meet him. He noticed the slight red swell on Ethanâs face. âWhat happen
The next morning, Ethan woke up to the golden rays of sunlight peeking through the slightly parted curtain. He stretched on the bed, said his morning prayers, and headed for the bathroom.Two more exams, and he would be done for the semester. So far, he hadnât had any problems apart from Lucian's exam, which he had missed.Lucian had assured him that he had everything under control, but Ethan still felt he should write the exam himselfâhe wasnât comfortable with internal help.After dressing up, Ethan stepped out and greeted Butler Ben, who was busy serving. As usual, he still felt overwhelmed by the treatment.A month ago, he had struggled to afford food for schoolâor sometimes had none at all.Wait! A month ago? Itâs been a month already!âMorning, little mate,â Lucianâs deep voice broke his thoughts.âGood morning, Mr. Lucian,â Ethan greeted with a smile, his face flushing as memories of yesterday hit him without warning. He quickly looked away.âI thought we were over the formalit
"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 as
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