His place?!“No,” Ethan was too quick to reply, making Martin's brows knit. “I mean… my place is not cool. It's old and not presentable,” he lied.“No, it's fine. Weston has a small apartment too, yet we hang out at his place a lot. It feels more comfortable. We'll bring in some games and do a sleepover. What do you think?”“It… still a no,” Ethan looked away. Okay, this was not going well. He needed to have a good conversation, but not this.“But I've heard someone say they've seen you at Hampstead Heath Estate. Some even think you live there.”The blood drained from Ethan's face, his palms turned sweaty. “I… uhm, went to visit someone. One of my relatives lives there.” Ethan was so bad at lying.“That relative of yours must be rich to live in such a spacious estate. That place is worth millions of dollars to live in,” Martin commented, and Ethan exhaled softly, slowly nodding his head.“Indeed,” Ethan muttered. Now was the best time to talk about Twilight.But as he made to speak, t
Just as Lucian left the class, Ethan couldn't contain the anxiety building inside him. His leg tapped against the floor as he wondered why in the world Lucian was wearing that wristwatch.“That was the watch?” Martin asked again, making Ethan even more nervous.Ethan didn't want Martin or anyone else to know he was living in the same apartment as Lucian. At the same time, he didn’t want Lucian to know Martin had given him the watch—especially since Lucian already seemed suspicious of Martin.“I don't think so. That’s probably just a coincidence. Perhaps Professor Lucian has the same watch,” Ethan shrugged, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.“Hm… is that so?” Martin muttered.Ethan couldn't take it anymore. He immediately stood up. “Excuse me, ma'am. I need to use the restroom,” he said, and Mrs. Josie nodded.Stepping out of the class, Ethan hurried toward Lucian’s office. In his haste, he accidentally bumped into Twilight, making both of them stagger.“Hey, I'm sorry,” Ethan apo
Lucian’s voice dropped to a whisper as he clamped a hand around Ethan’s jaw, leaning closer to his ear.“I want to hear it, little mate. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you right now. To make you scream and tremble. Tell me how badly you want me to pin you on that table and make you cum.”With a groan, Ethan shoved Lucian off him. In a desperate rush, he bolted out of the office, his breath ragged.He needed to find the restroom.Ethan staggered but caught himself before he fell. He dashed into a stall, turned on the water, and unbuckled his belt.A wince escaped his lips, his head thrown back in frustration.Now, he regretted running away.He should have stayed and let Lucian fuck his brains out! He should have let the man pin him on the table, legs spread, while Lucian fucked his ass, making him cry out in ecstasy.The image flashed in his head, only making things harder for Ethan.No! Ethan, this is school! You can't do this in school! There is no way you'll dare do this in s
A Dinner?Martin's eyes squinted. Mr. Lucian was inviting him?"Alright, fine. Dinner then." Martin agreed.The smirk on Lucian's face widened as he tore his gaze away, settling it on Ethan, who stood at a distance, lips parted and face etched with concern and confusion. Flickering a last glance at Martin, Lucian stepped away, leaving the place—and the school.Martin turned to leave but stopped when he saw Ethan approaching with a worried look.“What did you guys talk about?” Ethan asked the moment he reached him.Martin shrugged, studying Ethan closely. “School stuff and all that. Why do you ask? Is something wrong?”“No. Nothing’s wrong,” Ethan shook his head, his voice rougher than usual. “Did you follow me out here?”“Yeah. I was worried, and you were taking too long.”Martin noticed Ethan's slightly disheveled state. “Are you alright? You look like someone who just ran a marathon.”Ethan nodded. “I'm fine... I'm fine,"“Ethan.” Martin took a step closer, his gaze serious, making
THE NEXT DAYEthan’s shower had broken down, and having no choice, he used the guest bathroom.Ben had mentioned that Lucian spent the night at Eric’s place. Ethan wondered if it had anything to do with what he said yesterday.Had he really defended Martin just like that? The thought strangely bothered him, but not as much as that thing called rut that had hit him yesterday.He never wanted to experience that again—especially not at school.While brushing his teeth, the door slid open. Lucian stepped inside with gentle strides, toothbrush in hand. He was wearing only his boxers, his abs, torso, and smooth, pale skin on full display.“Mr. Lucian, you're—”“There’s a plumbing issue with the main water supply for our personal bathrooms,” Lucian said, anticipating Ethan's question, “so the guest bathroom is the only one working for now.” He didn't spare Ethan a glance.“Oh,” Ethan muttered, continuing to brush his teeth.The sight of Lucian half-naked beside him was beginning to drive him
Don’t jump to conclusions, Ethan. And even if it’s true, it’s none of your business. Besides, Lucian can be with whoever he wants. Shouldn’t you be glad he’s finally taking his eyes off you?The sound of a distant click snapped Ethan out of his thoughts. He quickly placed the phone back on the table and pretended to continue eating, though his hand trembled slightly as he gripped the spoon, his other hand clenching into a fist.Lucian emerged from his room wearing a sleeveless black jersey, his thick muscles on full display. His messy hair gave him a dangerously attractive, just-woke-up look, his features sharp and defined.Holy fuck, how could he be so perfect?“I’ll be right back,” Lucian said, taking his phone from the table. Ethan’s grip on his spoon tightened as he listened to Lucian’s footsteps fading away.A tight knot formed in his stomach, an ache in his chest growing stronger at the thought of Lucian with another woman—or man.The day was free for him. Ethan had planned to w
He shouldn't have opened the door. He shouldn't have been curious about the sounds of moans and opened the fûcking door! Now, the rage building inside him was unbearable. Too choking. Too much to handle. Bloody fûcking hell! He had just seen the guy he had hoped to get a chance with—being fûcked by another. Lucian Draven. That bloody asshole! That was the reason he invited him over—to make him witness it. Couldn't he have just told him?! Fûck it, even if Lucian had told him, he wouldn’t have believed it. Ethan looked too innocent to be in that state—wrecked and craving more. Why?! Why?! Martin groaned, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he pulled his car into an empty space on the dark roadside. He stepped out, stormed and delivered a hard punch onto a small patch of trees, and let out a loud scream of frustration and anger. But it did nothing to ease the knot in his chest. So he screamed again, the sound piercing the silence of the night. He needed to cool
Twilight looked away and cursed under her breath before walking ahead, Eric following behind.In Eric’s car, Twilight clenched her jaw, staring quietly out the window as he drove.Eric pulled over onto a quiet street. As they got out, Twilight led him through a small alley toward her apartment.She suddenly halted and turned to him. "Wait here. I need to tell my father before you come in. He hates visitors."Eric frowned slightly, curious, but he decided to stay silent.Twilight turned and headed toward the small building, but before she could reach it, the door creaked open, revealing her father stepping out.Twilight froze, locking eyes with the man. He looked slightly disheveled, and the stench of alcohol surrounded him."You’re back early," he said, eyeing her with a questioning look."I..." Twilight hesitated. "I lost my job."The confession hung in the air for a moment before Manson, her father, barked out a small laugh."You’re joking, right?" His voice was edged with venom. Wh
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