Pinned By My Stepbrother (MM)
Theo's back arches off the cold locker room floor, a thick silicone cock buried to the hilt inside him, his stepbrother's hand wrapped around his throat.
"You wanted this," Hunter growls, squeezing tighter. Theo's vision spots. His cock weeps. He nods or tries to. The pressure on his windpipe is pure ecstasy. Every brutal thrust of the toy scrapes against that spot that makes him see stars. He's a masochist. He can handle it. He needs it.
Hunter leans down, breath hot against Theo's ear.
“Say you're mine. Say the contract doesn't mean shit."
Theo chokes out a laugh around the hand on his neck. "Make me."
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That's how it started. A lie. A scholarship. A stepbrother he pretended to hate and date
Theo had a plan, keep his head down, win games, land the scholarship. But his new sponsor only supports out-and-proud athletes and Theo isn't out. So he lied. Said he was already in a relationship. With Hunter. His tattooed, sharp-tongued, forbidden stepbrother.
That was four years ago.
Now Hunter is back not as family, but as Theo's team manager. Same smirk. Same hands. Same way of pinning Theo against office walls and reminding him that lies have consequences.
"You wanted to be in a relationship with me?" Hunter whispers, shoving the toy deeper, cutting off Theo's air again, spitting on his own cock fists stroking from base to tip while biting on Theo’s earlobe.
"Then bleed for it.”
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Chapter: LEAVING CIROI rolled in bed. Angry, irritated, and full of suspicion. Cerci had in fact not returned home last night. I couldn't sleep either, with that annoying voice still in my head. I just didn't know enough. I wasn't certain if I had an affair or not. If Cerci always stayed out as he'd been doing frequently, then it made sense. I got bored easily.But what made no sense was how I could get into an affair and keep it going without Cerci or any of his men knowing. That part was definitely too good to be true.I could hear the honking and screeching of tires. I shot out of bed, poking my head out to see Cerci and his convoy return home. For the third time, I felt irritation surge up in me. I didn't want him back yet. He had lied about returning. I needed to be alone. I kicked back beneath the duvet, switching off the lights to lie in my pretense sleep, even when I knew there had been a camera in the room.Soon, the door swung open and the thudding of his feet drew closer to me."Si, si, s
Last Updated: 2026-06-28
Chapter: WHO ARE YOU CIRO [THEO]"It would all be fine. As long as you stick to your prescriptions and keep getting your usual dosage of injection, your memories will return in no time. It is just as we've checked—your scans are fine," the doctor explained in a shaky tone, refusing to meet my gaze with his eyes.I could not really blame him, not with Cerci huffing and puffing tobacco fumes right into the poor man's face, standing with a permanent snarl on his like he was my guard dog."Well, ya heard the doctor, zvezda, you'll be fine." He cooed, threading his fingers in a slow bind behind my ears that had me shuddering. I smiled lowly, relieved that I wasn't going cuckoo. I didn't care much if my memories returned or not. What scared me was the incessant laughter I heard, always in my mind. A laughter that didn't belong to Cerci. Each time I recalled, my heart seemed to ache.I didn't want to remember. The thought that I may have cheated on Cerci with another man would bring me to dread and ruin. I coul
Last Updated: 2026-06-27
Chapter: FUCK ME HARDERCERCI I watched him fall apart.Ciro sprawled on the floor like a broken thing…chest heaving, thighs slick, his hole gaping and dripping with my cum. His eyes were glassy. His mouth was open. A string of spit stretched from his lower lip to the wood.Beautiful.I didn't give him time to breathe. I grabbed his ankle and dragged him across the floor. His back scraped against the rough planks. His head thumped against the wood. He didn't complain. He just let me move him…limp, wrecked, obedient.I flipped him onto his stomach."Hands and knees," I ordered.He didn't move fast enough. I grabbed his hips and hauled them up myself. His face pressed into the floor. His ass lifted. His hole was still stretched, still wet, still dripping with my cum and his slick and the residue of the handle.I knelt behind him."Cerci…" he gasped. I grabbed his hair. Yanked his head back."Shut the fuck up."He whimpered. His spine arched. His cock…still half-hard, still leaking…dangled between his thighs,
Last Updated: 2026-06-14
Chapter: KNIFE FUCK CIRO (theo)My dick spasmed in his mouth, his hot, fleshy cheeks clamping down on the length of it like a wet fist. I groaned, gripping his hair hard enough to hurt. This position was familiar to me, though I didn't want to admit it. The way his tongue rolled over the underside of my coc…thick, wet, rough while still sucking, the pressure building deep in my balls.My toes arched, curling against the cold tiles when he popped off. The sound was obscene. A wet, sucking, gasping pop that echoed off the corridor walls.He grinned. Eyes locking onto mine as I whined at the loss of his mouth on me. Spit stretched from his lower lip to the head of my cock, thin and glistening, catching the dim light."Easy, zvezda," Cerci muttered, licking across the slit of my dick. His tongue dipped into the sensitive opening, lapping up the pearl of precum that had swollen there. I whined. "I don't like to rush my meals. I want to taste every drop. Every fucking pulse."I ran my tongue over my lips, wa
Last Updated: 2026-06-12
Chapter: NAKED CHASE…. RUN CIRO RUNCIRO (THEO)A grin stretched wide on my lips as soon as I heard the hasty screeching of tires into the compound. I shot to my feet—naked to the core, my soft dick dangling between my legs with every move I made, my lower lip tucked between my teeth.Adrenaline buzzed in my head as I waited, a bass humming beneath my skin as soon as the footsteps drew closer. He stopped at the farther end of the corridor, his eyes going darker, pupils dilating as he glanced down at me.He swallowed thickly, his hands going down to unbutton his shirt.“My men take shifts on these grounds. Are you trying to get them in trouble too?” he muttered beneath his breath, his eyes finding mine.“I cleared the grounds. I told them once they see you head up, they should all leave,” I admitted coyly, my dick beginning to harden as I spoke. The scorching heat of his gaze was making me so fucking hard. Fuck.“And this little plan of yours… it's because?” he asked, finally getting his shirt off, his hands flying down
Last Updated: 2026-06-07
Chapter: MY HUSBANDCERCEIThis would be fun…My eyes dropped between Zenya…the standoffish bastard—and his husband, Jeremy. They looked distraught, and something about it made me feel so fucking pleased.“I suppose you asked for this meeting because there is something important you have to say?” I asked, locking my fingers together, eyes forward, staring keenly at them.Zenya cleared his throat and locked eyes with me, whom was wanting to be done with this already. Theo was waiting. Finally, I had someone to wait for me back at home.“How much?” Zenya asked, his cold mask slipping back into place as he spoke. The cocky bastard.“How much?” I asked in response, playing the innocent. Let’s see what he had to say for himself.“Yes, how much? What do you want? I'll offer you anything.”“In exchange for?” I asked again, feeling my spine go rigid.“Theo… We know he’s with you,” Jeremy responded, and a smile crawled up my lips as silence ensued between us. They didn't know shit. Kirril was right. They only bel
Last Updated: 2026-06-05
YEARNING FOR MY HOCKEY STEPBROTHER (MM)
Remington “Remi” Flounder grew up wanting a brother, so of course he should’ve been overjoyed when his mother remarried a man with a son his age.
Wrong.
Remi hated him. He hated Soren the pompous, infuriatingly handsome, and dangerously sexy stepbrother hockey star who made it his mission to ruin his life. He mocked him. Taunted him. Drove him insane. Their hatred bloomed into something darker, their madness feeding on each other’s thirst for revenge. But one mistake had Soren cast out by his father… and that’s when Remi began to see their enmity for what it truly was, something more.
Years later, he returns. A hockey captain out for his blood. But what happens when his first act is to destroy those who cross him? When he wards off every man who dares approach him? Or even betraying his best friend when he dares to want him too.
Amid his twisted games, he whispers to him: “Let’s make a bet, Remi. Make me fall in love with you in three months, and I’ll leave you the fuck alone. Lose the bet, and you’ll submit to my three dares.”
Now Remi finds himself torn between the stepbrother who loathes yet obsesses over him, a devilishly handsome man who betrayed his trust but would burn the world to win him back, and his equally possessive best friend, the man of his forbidden dreams
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Chapter: Nine bonesREMINGTON11 MONTHS, 23 DAYS LATER.“We… won?” I muttered beneath my breath, eyes glued to my phone, watching the hockey match live.“We fucking won!” I screamed at the top of my voice, earning a groan from Clark and a grumble from my mum. This was the final match in a major competition, and our school — Chastity Verse — won.“Pull over!” I ordered the driver behind the wheel. He glanced backwards at my mum, who groaned in frustration.“That boy will be your ruin. I do not approve of him. I told you a million times already,” Mom complained as I planted a quick kiss on her temple and did the same with Clark.“Bye Dad,” I greeted Clark before alighting from the car and hailing the next taxi immediately. I’d told Raphael I needed to take a break, go on this seminar thing with Mum because she practically begged about it, and Clark felt it was a good weekend to bond. But we won. I knew Raphael would be at the party thrown at their hotel tonight, likely high as a kite, but I couldn’t just l
Last Updated: 2026-04-02
Chapter: Die by my handsREMINGTONDoes he love my mother? Or is this some actual arranged-marriage bullshit again? Or was he simply here because he was coerced into it by his, of course, tyrant twisted-minded son?“She’s in safe hands, Dad. I’ll have him checked into all his classes. Remi’s in very good hands,” Soren spoke, smiling wider — his golden retriever mask pulled on for our parents to see.“Thank you, Soren. I just had to be certain you had his back. So kids, there won’t be a honeymoon — there’s a business meeting for Clark and I tonight. We might be home late or take up a hotel,” Mom explained, running her fingers through my hair with a smile. She loved me. But I couldn’t stomach the thought of what she had done to me.“Bye, Clark,” I greeted. He hummed a goodbye with a sincere smile as I shut the door. I could hear other voices and Soren opening a door as well; soft footsteps pattered behind me. I’d refused breakfast because, God help me, I’d already been damned before I sat a few inches away from
Last Updated: 2026-04-02
Chapter: Haunting RemingtonREMINGTONI always wanted a brother, and prayed for one desperately. But then I met Soren Gregory and I changed my mind. Some prayers should be left unanswered.My fingers trembled around the bouquet of flowers I held on my mother’s behalf as we all smiled into the camera. Fear and panic thrummed in me. I glanced sideways—he wasn’t there. Gone as soon as the picture was taken. I dragged out a loud huff of air, relieved that I could finally be calm for a minute.“The wedding’s over, this is the last picture. I need to sleep, Ma,” I whispered against my mother’s ear. There were still a few guests lingering around, but that wasn’t my main problem. I needed to get safe in my room before the grinning devil came back around.Mom gave me a slow nudge, whispered a few words of thanks. Her husband, Clark, seemed way too busy with the guests. I turned on my heels, bolted up the stairs into my bedroom before exhaling so hard my shoulders dropped. I hadn’t even switched off the light but I had lo
Last Updated: 2026-04-02
FORCED MARRIAGE TO THE HOCKEY BASTARD (MM)
Silas Peterson, the wealthy, pompous, reckless hockey god who loves to throw his energy around, makes a mistake which almost costs him his career. Now he has to prove he isn’t the reckless maniac his fans think him to be.
Enter Zane Hart, well-built, controlled, level-headed, elite hockey star, prepared to do everything and anything to enable his career, goes without a flaw.
One reckless night leaves Silas’s life hanging by a thread… and he’s forced into a three-year contract marriage with his sworn enemy or let his career collapse. Silas is thrilled. Finally, he can confront Zane, the overly humble, two-faced , backstabbing friend who betrayed him years ago.
And Zane? He might just play Silas’s game. Backing down has never been his style. Besides… what could posibly happen if he married the one person whom he hated the most on earth.
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Chapter: BLUE BALLSZANE’S POVI alighted from the car, an ugly-ass frown on my face, my teeth gritted as I glanced around. I felt Silas’ hands drop down to the base of my back, a smile on his face as he leaned closer.“Smile, baby, this is a fucking party, not a funeral. You might as well act your price, Zandoll, you are pretty expensive,” he muttered, purring into my ears. I gritted my teeth even harder, eyes filled with murderous intent as I swallowed hard, feeling eyes on us now.“Of course, flaunt your latest piece, your trophy lover… it’s an act, though, I am happy I serve your purpose, husband,” I mocked in sheer displeasure, anger laced in my words as I turned toward the cameras. Reporters flocked toward us, cameras flashing all around, questions tossed right at me. I held my lips firm, keeping my head afloat. Of course, the gold band on my finger was to make it catch the light.I could hear questions tossed around. The plan had been simple. Maxwell had briefed me: I attend the party, get introdu
Last Updated: 2026-03-25
Chapter: My BitchSILAS PETERSONI gleamed, realizing I had Zane finally, right where I wanted him. Elio had brought up the idea of a contract marriage, something to blow the media away and make me look… well, not homophobic.I turned my head in Zane’s direction. He was all tensed up, his body drawn taut, muscles tight, fists clenched, and teeth fucking gritted. Oh, he was so fucking pissed.“Here is your new home. I’ll be leaving with Elio. Sort out all terms. While you will sort out your shit with Silas, there is no loophole, you signed the contract, man. Might as well keep living the truth.”“Bullshit. You aren’t leaving me here with this… this… fuck, no,” he growled again, but his manager did well to ignore his anger, shoving his ass out of the car as Elio sped off.“It’s just us now… wifey.”“Don’t fucking call me that,” Zane snapped, shoving my hand off him. He’d always been the controlled one, always wagged his fucking tongue whenever he saw me. I didn’t like this progress at all… he had convin
Last Updated: 2026-03-22
Chapter: ZandollZANE HART“Please, I’ll get it. Just one more week, that’s all I ask, I swear. I’ll get it… please, doctor,” I pleaded, my voice strained, panic lacing every word I spoke. Bile rose up my throat as my brother’s piercing scream filled the room.“You’ve given that excuse four times already. I am a doctor, Zane. Preserving human life is a must, but this is a place of work. We do not run on charity. I have simply tried holding out. This cannot keep going on. I’m sorry, Zane, but you need to bring your payment for at least this dose. You can sort the outstanding later on.”Another piercing scream from Tyler tore through the ward, and tears pooled in my eyes as I dropped to my knees immediately.“Please… please, just this once more. I swear by my mother I’ll get the payment ready in a week. I swear it. Please, doctor, just this once,” I begged.I could feel every eye in the corridor glance in my direction, low whispers filling the halls.Doctor Miles let out a small groan before rubbing his
Last Updated: 2026-03-21
Chapter: One ShotSILAS PETERSONI passed the puck, turning my body slightly as Blake kicked forward. The puck went straight for the net. The timer went off just once, and cheers and ululation burst through the crowd. I stood there with a cocky, shit-eating grin on my face, a smirk settling on my lips as I flipped the rival team the middle finger.“I’m starting to feel sorry for you. You couldn’t even score one? That’s piss-poor skills y’all got,” I complained in mock pity, throwing sarcasm right in their faces. We’d gone with four goals tonight. Three scored by me, one assist.I could see their blonde hitter growling as he stormed in my direction, stopping only a few inches away from me.“I heard your brother is locked up again. His stupid addiction… but well, I guess it’s nothing new for the Petersons.”“Shut the fuck up before I knock those teeth off your goddamn mouth,” I warned, my tone wavering with the fury etched into my throat. Fuck… what had Alex done again? He really couldn’t keep himself cl
Last Updated: 2026-03-21
Chapter: no mercyJEREMY'S POV I didn’t think it’d be this easy to like him.That was the problem.I kept telling myself he wasn’t Zenya, but he looked like him. He moved like him. Talked with that same deep, deliberate voice. Same tilt of the head when he asked a question, same half-lidded gaze that always made my pulse tick faster. But Viktor smiled more. He let me talk. He listened. He didn’t crowd me like Zenya did, didn’t hold the silence like a noose, didn’t make me earn every crumb of affection.I knew I was supposed to be careful, supposed to draw some line in the sand, but I didn’t. I listened. I laughed. I even fucking encouraged him. I told him Miguel would love him once he stopped flinching at the idea. Told him family finds its way. Told him it wasn’t his fault, that Miguel just didn’t know what to do with someone new yet. Told him everything I shouldn’t have, because the whole time I was thinking—what the fuck am I doing? And still, I kept talking.We ended up walking through the
Last Updated: 2026-04-23
Chapter: Pound me, pleaseSETH'S POV I stared down at the phone like it’d grown fangs. The video was still paused, black screen taunting me with everything I couldn’t unsee, couldn’t unhear. My grip tightened around the beer bottle in my other hand, the glass slick with condensation. Miguel didn’t say anything, just leaned back against the counter like he hadn’t just set a fucking nuclear bomb off in Zenya’s chest with that little digital delivery. I handed him the phone silently, still reeling.Jeremy’s laugh drifted in from the porch—light, stupidly sweet. Like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn’t just cracked reality open with a kiss that wasn’t meant for Zenya but felt like it still was . Viktor was out there with him now, "catching up." That was what Jeremy had called it, like they were old friends, not two pieces of the same fucked-up puzzle suddenly fitting way too well.I rubbed the back of my neck, nerves prickling under my skin. “You sure that was… not a bit much?” My voice came out too soft. Careful
Last Updated: 2026-04-21
Chapter: replaced bitch....ZENYA’S POV. Steam clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, bare feet sinking into the cold marble like it owed me comfort. It didn’t. Nothing fucking did. I wiped a hand down my face, over my jaw, through my hair. The silence of the room was deafening, the kind of silence that made you want to scream just to prove you weren’t dead yet. I didn’t scream. I’d done enough of that today—with bullets, not words. Christ, it was past two in the goddamn morning. I hadn’t even had time to think, not really. They’d sworn me in hours ago—Pakhan. Official. Locked in. A title that had been looming since I could form a fist and make someone bleed with it. And today, I used it. Used it like a goddamn guillotine. Blood on the rugs. Blood on my shirt. Eyes wide. Mouths begging. Betrayers buried. Benito should’ve been there.Benito should’ve lived.But he hadn’t. Grade one tumor. Slow kill. A death I saw coming for months and still—still—it fucking broke me. And yet, it wasn’t his de
Last Updated: 2026-04-20
Chapter: Two dicks and one hole JEREMY’S POV What?No—no, what?I blinked hard, staring at the man in front of me, then back at Miguel, hoping like hell someone would laugh, slap me on the back and say just kidding . But no one did. Because no one was kidding.Zenya’s twin.The words hit me like a shovel to the back of the head, except there was no pain. Just white noise. Thick, oppressive confusion slamming through my skull like a migraine I didn’t see coming. I felt the blood drain from my face. My hands hung limp at my sides. And my dick—God help me—my dick didn’t get the memo, still half-hard, twitching like some stupid animal that couldn’t tell the difference between danger and desire.“What—” I started, voice raw, cracking. “What the fuck?”Miguel didn’t speak either. He just stood there, eyes locked on the man in the doorway, shoulders tense, jaw clenching harder with every breath.The man—adjusted the cuff of his sleeve, like none of this was new to him. Like barging in with a face that could break pe
Last Updated: 2026-04-19
Chapter: Fuck even byron MIGUEL'S POV I was going to combust.Straight up set the fucking couch on fire from how hard I was gripping the throw pillow like it had personally wronged me. My leg bounced like I was jacked up on coke, and my thumb kept dragging down my phone screen, refreshing the damn tracking app I swore I wasn’t going to check. Again.Still at Byron’s.Still.That same fucking house on that same quiet street where Seth used to go just for “training.” Now he was probably curled up under some too-expensive throw blanket with that clean-cut fucker, giggling like some Disney Channel couple while I sat here dry-mouthed and losing my fucking mind.I knew I shouldn't have left that tracker in his car.I knew it. But what the hell else was I supposed to do? Sit back like a chump and hope he'd pick me when Byron's already two years ahead in the whole good-boy, stable life race?"You're gonna blow a gasket, papi," Jeremy muttered from the corner of the couch, legs slung over the armrest like he l
Last Updated: 2026-04-13
Chapter: A sinful sexy planSETH’S POVI should’ve known the second the door shut that it wasn’t gonna be a clean goodbye.Zenya hadn’t even been out of the house for more than a minute and already my heart was scraping itself raw in my chest, thudding like it was trying to rip out of my ribs and beat itself to death on the floor. The silence that followed after he left wasn’t peaceful, wasn’t gentle—it was screaming. It was that kind of silence that made everything feel louder.I ran a hand down my face, fingers trembling against my cheek. I hadn’t even turned fully before I heard Miguel shift behind me.That bastard had been waiting.Leaning against the wall like a fucking magazine ad, arms folded, expression unreadable, but his mouth already twitching into something bitter and knowing.I didn’t want to start a fight. Not today. Not when my whole body already felt like it had been gutted and hollowed out.But of course Miguel opened his mouth.“So,” he said, voice too casual to be real. “What now, Mallory? Gon
Last Updated: 2026-04-10
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