Hearing the name made Ethan almost choked on his saliva but he quickly composed himself. “What?”Martin smirked. “Come on, Ethan. You looked like you saw a ghost when he showed up that day. And he looked ready to rip my head off just for standing next to you.”Ethan face rurned a little paled as he halted his track, his heart racing. “That isn't what it looked like. I have no deal with him.”Martin stayed quiet for a moment making Ethan a little nervous. He doesn't want anyone to know anything about him and Lucian. Ever.He was going to take that secret to his grave. Beside, all of these was going to end in less than a month.Martin finally nodded. “Alright. I just hope you won't avoid me from now on. I have no bad intentions toward you, Ethan. If I did, I wouldn't have been trying this hard.”Ethan forced a smile and whispered, “I'm sorry.” Martin tapped his shoulder gently and they began to walk again. As they stepped into the class, eyes flicked to their direction.“Are they toget
Ethan's eyes widened like that of the moon, his heart skipping a beat at Lucian sudden attack on the officers.That was the last thing he had expected Lucian to fucking do.“Cat got your tongue? Do not test my patience here” Lucian warned the offices, his voice dangerously low "A little bit more of pressure and your heads are going to go ka boom!…”“Sir!” Ethan quickly interfered and Lucian slowly glanced at him over his shoulder. “You need to stop. Stop hurting them”Lucian raised a brow. “And what make you think I will listen to you,” he returned his gaze to the officer. “Tell them to confess instead.”Ethan looked at the officers. “They can't. You are pinning and hurting their head to the wall. Even if they speak you can't hear them.”Lucian clicked his tongue. His little mate was kind of right. Reluncantly, Lucian loosen his grip, both officers had their head bleeding a little, fear swirling in their gaze.They both gasped, stood on their feet and immediately made a great mistake.
The slightly shorter middle-aged man stepped into the room where Lucian was waiting with his arms folded.The Chief’s face was hard. Someone dared to harass not only one but two officers! And even asked for his presence! How daring!He had asked his boys why they didn't put him in jail already, but they seemed a little afraid, as this same dude had threatened them that he would snap their heads off if they dared to touch him.He could tell this man had a menacing aura, but that didn't mean he could do whatever he wanted.“You asked for me?” the Chief raised a brow.Lucian, with his arms crossed over his broad chest, glanced up and met his gaze.The Chief found the face familiar, and as he slowly remembered, his eyes widened like that of a full moon.“M... Mr. Black?” he stuttered, instinctively taking a step back. “Y... you're here? It was you?” He forced a grin and began to laugh awkwardly.The cop beside him became confused by the Chief's sudden outburst.“I... I had no idea you wer
"Please!” The man yelled, snapping Ethan out of his frozen state. The desperation in his voice was deep and clear, striking Ethan with a wave of shock.He even noticed the tears beginning to threaten their way out of the man's eyes.Ethan glanced at the other students, who were clearly amused by the show.“Just do it. Please, boy,” the cop’s voice lowered as he faced Ethan again. It seemed he truly meant it when he said his life depended on it.Ethan was torn between relief and unease. Lucian had forced these men to kneel before him, to beg for forgiveness. The idea of someone wielding that kind of power on his behalf was both intoxicating and terrifying.But should he hit the officer back?Would that make him just as cruel?He hesitated, staring at the man's bowed head. The crowd murmured, waiting for his reaction.Ethan sighed. “No,” he finally said. “I won’t do it.”The officer's head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise.Ethan exhaled sharply and stepped back. “You’ve already humil
“I don’t have time for this. Just drive home,” Xander grumbled in a lazy voice.“If you’re going to complain, then get out of my car,” Martin said, meeting Xander’s gaze through the rearview mirror.“Now I regret not bringing my own car. So, we’re really doing this? Taking a damn tour, spying on a guy you’re obsessed with?” Xander sighed. Martin was the only person who ever got Xander to talk this much.Martin didn’t reply. Instead, he focused on following the bus Ethan had just gotten onto.“Why can’t you just go for someone who actually wants you?” Xander asked.“Because I want Ethan. Simple, Xander. You wouldn’t understand—you never want anyone.”Xander tilted his head slightly. “Well, I like being alone. Trailing some dude or girl ain’t my thing.”Martin scoffed. “Your boring life always worries me.”“Fucking asshole,” Xander muttered under his breath and shut his eyes for the rest of the drive. When the car finally pulled to a halt, he opened them.“Oh wow. Professor Lucian Drave
The sound of running water, echoed of the room, hitting two bodies entwined beneath it, cascading down their skin.Ethan, pinned by Lucian to the wall, bit his own lip, to suppress his moan as Lucian's thick finger took his erected nipple, squeezing and sucking on them.Ethan’s legs were tightly wrapped around Lucian's firm torso, his arms clinging to Lucian's neck so he wouldn’t fall, though Lucian’s hands held his thighs firmly in place.They were still in their boxers, both wet and hot under the shower.Ethan squeezed his eyes shut. The more Lucian sucked and played with his nipples—using his hands, tongue, and even teeth—the harder it was to suppress his moans.He had no idea why he was holding them in. Perhaps he didn’t want to give Lucian the impression that he was truly overwhelmed by the sensation.Ethan didn't realize he was bruising his own lip. Oh, fucking mercy.How could it feel this good?Why did his body react so much, bûrning so much around this man?Lucian, engrossed
STORE"Wait, what?!" Eric's eyes widened as he heard the news from his aunt over the phone. "What do you mean the spell is ready? Did you actually prepare it?""The spell has been complete for a while now. I just wanted to ask how things are going between him and Ethan," Morgana spoke calmly on the other end of the phone."Wait. I thought you were never going to prepare it since you were against breaking a cursed bond for him," Eric said as he took the plastic bag from the store attendant."I can't go against Lucian. You, of all people, know how stubborn that male is," Morgana retorted, and Eric sighed, knowing his aunt was right."Yeah, but..." Eric sighed, his face contorting into a concerned one. "I don't think he'll need it. There's a slight improvement. Lucian is obsessed with the boy.""You know very well that it will take more than a month to actually heal from a wound that deep in his soul. Lucian is a broken soul, far too broken. I'm afraid that soon enough, Ethan won't be ab
Eric’s feet tapped impatiently against the floor, his gaze fixed on the transparent glass that covered the café, overlooking the bustling street. His mind was restless as he glanced at his watch several times.“Where the hell is he?” Eric grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.He drew in a deep breath, but it did nothing to ease the unease settling inside him. The memory kept replaying in his mind, and the more it did, the tighter the knot in his stomach became.He was oblivious to the stares he was receiving from the other customers, especially the women—both young and old. Their whispers pierced the air.Eric was a fine man. He was in the modeling industry, and despite rarely shooting himself, he had won several awards, with nearly every entertainment agency wanting to sign him.Women were ready to throw themselves at him, and of course, he took some of them—mostly on full moons to satisfy his rut—but never… never had he had a girlfriend. And despite his aunt’s scoldings, he st
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 hadn’t 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 himself—he wasn’t 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 school—or sometimes had none at all.Wait! A month ago? It’s been a month already!“Morning, little mate,” Lucian’s deep voice broke his thoughts.“Good morning, Mr. Lucian,” Ethan greeted with a smile, his face flushing as memories of yesterday hit him without warning. He quickly looked away.“I 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 whimper—no, a moan—echoing 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.“I know what you're thinking little mate” Lucian smirk. “It's just one drink with me this time around”Etha sighed looking away. “I don't know… I... I'm a bad drinker but alright”******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 didn’t stop. He threw more punches, harder and faster than before, his eyes glinting with fury and excitement. One hit was enough to break a bone—at 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 all… 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 hadn’t 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 attacks—yet nothing landed.He looked like a fool, dancing with no music. Who the hell wa
My man.Fuck!If someone had told him he’d hear Ethan say that—admitting that he was his—Lucian 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 him—but Lucian immediately shot out his hand, grabbing Ethan by the neck and pulling him closer.Their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling, Lucian’s eyes dark and filled with hunger.For those words.“Say it again,” Lucian demanded, his voice deep.Ethan’s breath hitched. “What?”“That I’m yours.”Lucian smirked, and even though the aura he emitted would make anyone shrink back, Ethan didn’t flinch.“You’re mine,” 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.“Ethan…”“The match has started,” 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 entertaining—something 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.“I hope he does, and even if he doesn't… I'm the one taking him out, and I'll make him enjoy it.”Ethan 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 hadn’t displayed before. The bold declaration rang in his ears—If I’m yours, then you’re 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 wouldn’t be another submissive plaything. He had challenged Lucian’s authority, dared to stand on equal ground.And damn it, that turned him on.Lucian’s lips curled into an amused smirk as he leaned against the wall, watching Ethan disappear into his room.“Interesting,” 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.“Why isn’t he replying?” Ethan muttered to himself, then blinked. “Why am I so worried? He could be anywhere. He’s strong, rich… I’m just wondering why he isn’t home. It’s pretty normal since we live together, right?”He 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 couldn’t have meant all that, right?Was he really falling for a cold, inhuman man like Lucian?“I’m definitely not,” he muttered. He would clear things up once Lucian was back—let him know he hadn’t 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 man—barely more than a college boy—rushed 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 dangerous—tattooed, 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