What will you do when life grants you a second chance-but the nightmare repeats itself? The same obsession, the same trap. Except this time you can't escape. You can't even die. Because your life no longer belongs to you. It's in the hands of the very monster you've been running from. The one whose arms you keep falling into no matter how much it destroys you.

What happens when you are the object of someone's sick obsession? This story revolves around an innocent boy whose life turned into a game of Cat and Mouse as he tries to escape and hide himself from someone's sick, cruel lust. As the chase narrows he has nothing to loose anymore but rise from his own ashes to get back the life that was his and only his. Trigger warning: abuse, rape, mentions of self harm. It's a BxB story. So if you are not comfortable with explicit sex scenes between two men then I suggest you skip this story. Also this story would not be fluffy and soft on the contrary it may trigger some of you so read with caution.

"I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your climax and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my fucking boots. "I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say when someone approaches you for a job and says that. "I don't like when people say no to me. I will be respected. You, Miles Stevenson, will respect me." His voice was cold as ice. His stare froze my insides. He got up from his desk and walked over to me in strong strides in a matter of seconds. He was dangerously attractive, his voice and tone were filled with a Russian accent, but it was barely there. Online, it read that his family was from Russia, he was born here but moved to America at the young age of 3. "You're a cute, small pet. I think I'll be taking you." He talked with no fear in his voice, he was straight-forward when he talked. His large hand came up to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek and then moved back to my hair and tugged on it a bit. I nudged my head back as a moan came out my throat and past my lips. "There we go, you little masochist." He licked his lips and came down to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin. My hands flew up to his chest but he smacked them away and grabbed them. Placing them above my head, his smirk only grew when I closed my eyes and groaned as his leg went up against my growing manhood. --- That got Hot. Maybe you should read the rest and find out what happens between a 22-year-old and hot Russian Millionaire Don. Or the one with a cute genius boy who just got out of a long term relationship comes for a job as an assistant with an older Russian Millionaire who doesn't take shit from anyone. {Gayyy, Slight S/m & Russian hotties) -- Ranks: #1 in #Death #1 in #TroyeSivan #1 in #Sadist #1 in #Masochist #1 in #Mobster #1 in #boyxman #1 in #gayfiction #1 in #Gay #1 in #Russia #1 in #Gayromance #1 in #LGBT -- Started: February 5th, 2020 Ended: June 4th, 2020

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

MATURE CONTENT +18 "Why do you always defy me, Olivia?" he whispered on my skin, lightly nibbling, and biting my neck, which caused goosebumps to appear on my skin. His hold around my waist got stronger. "I want to punish you so bad." He pushed himself closer to my body, forcing me to feel every inch of his stone hard body since I was stuck between him and the wall behind me. "Mm?" he mumbled as he left feathery wet kisses on my neck down to my collarbone. Kisses that strangely made my knees weak. His warm breath left my neck when he abruptly stepped back. He stared blankly at my brown eyes. "Now get the fuck out of my room."

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

Falling in love with your brother's best friends shouldn't have been as easy as it was, but here Harrison was, hopelessly and utterly in love. The only things was, they were already dating. Good thing they thought his puppy love was absolutely adorable. - bxbxb : basically just fluff and way too much smut disclaimer: this story has nothing to do with PET

One mistake lands Aiden in the world's most secure and loathed prison after he unintentionally murders a wealthy, well-connected wife-beater. Located in an isolated island far away from civilization, this prison is befittingly known as "The Prison from Hell" with a hierarchy and a "king" of its own. It is a prison unlike any other where the inmates rule and the guards stand by idly, and where brute force and influence are the ultimate weapons, the keys to survival. Aiden's horrified at how easy it is to be cornered and raped, and grows ever wary when the infamous gang leader and prison 'King', Schneizel Cross, whose got even the prison guards wrapped around his finger, takes a liking to him and openly confesses to desiring Aiden as his new 'bitch'. And he isn't the only one. Almost everyone in the prison are intrigued by the fiery, outspoken, new inmate. Desperate for protection from Schneizel's relentless advances, whom he has to share a tiny cell with, what can Aiden do to keep himself from getting killed -or worse- in The Prison from Hell, where even your own shadow abandons you in the dark? Copyright © 2021 | All Rights Reserved

"Doesn't it feel lovely getting all this attention boy?" ...... Someone please, please save me...