Kairos - Blood (MxM) | Book 2 | ✅

Kairos - Blood (MxM) | Book 2 | ✅

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Is this your world, Jack? Blood and guns. One wrong step and I might fall. Or worse, Jack. You could die. Stupid. Remember to breathe. Screw being cautious. Shit happens anyway. "I've taken away your speech." No, you've helped me speak the words I really wanted to say. "I've taken away your sight." No, you've helped me see myself better than ever. "I've taken away your arms and legs." No, you've given me more freedom than I've ever tasted before. I should have said: I love you, Jack. This is BOOK 2 of Kairos - It's highly recommended that you read BOOK 1, Kairos-Lust ***Warning!***Violence, Mature Content, Coarse Language (Steve says and thinks the F word a lot O.O)***You might have fun!**** BDSM elements ... you got the picture. UPDATE SCHEDULE: Mondays
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"A mafia boss submitting to the enemy mafia boss"(BL-SexScenes⚠️) He used to make men kneel. Now he shivers when I whisper in his ear. Damian doesn't rule anymore. Not when he's under me. Not when he begs. They call him the Blood King. Cold. Brutal. Untouchable. The head of blood Marker. But in my hands, he's nothing but a dog in heat. A trembling body caged in silk and steel. Fighting to hold onto pride while I take him and fuck him-slowly, deeply, completely. I don't need knives to break him. Just a hand at his throat. A kiss that doesn't stop. A voice in the dark telling him what he is now: Mine. He hates me. He wants me. He moans when I touch him like he belongs to me. And soon, he will. No thrones. No power. Just his mouth moaning my name and his body bent for more. This war won't end with bullets. It'll end with him on his knees. (DISCONTINUED)

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