Burning in Secret
Character Descriptions
Daniel
- Build: Athletic but softer compared to Lucas and Adrian. Slim waist, wide hips, and a round, thick ass that draws eyes every time he bends over.
- Height: 5’11”
- Muscles: Defined abs, lean chest, but it’s his ass that gets worshipped — perfectly shaped, bouncy, and tight as a newborn.
- Cock: Average 8.5", but thick at the base.
- Hole: Virgin at first — gripping tight, burning, crying out when first entered. Later stretched, puffed, swollen, and red after taking both Lucas and Adrian. Known to milk them dry.
- Energy in bed: Submissive but fiery — begs for more even while crying from the pain.
Lucas
- Build: Classic jock — broad shoulders, abs carved like stone, thighs thick from endless training.
- Height: 6’2”
- Muscles: Veins down his arms, chest hair lightly dusted, perfect V-line.
- Cock: Thickest of the group — 9.5", girthy enough that Daniel always gasps when he pushes in.
- Ass: Muscular bubble butt, firm, tight — but Lucas rarely bottoms. Still, when Adrian pushed into him once, he nearly lost control.
- Energy in bed: Dominant, rough, possessive — pins Daniel against walls, fucks him reckless, doesn’t care who hears.
Adrian
- Build: Rougher edge — tattoos, muscles bulkier than Lucas, arms thick enough to cage Daniel easily.
- Height: 6’0”
- Muscles: Big chest, tree-trunk thighs, heavy hands that leave bruises when he grips.
- Cock: Longest — 10.5", uncut, vein running down the side. When Daniel first saw it, he cried that it was too big to fit.
- Ass: Surprisingly fat and soft for his build, round and meaty — and though he’s dominant, Daniel broke him once, claiming him, leaving his hole raw and puffy.
- Energy in bed: Brutal and animalistic — takes control until Daniel flips him, proving he was born to bottom.
Emma (Daniel’s Ex-Wife)
- Build: Petite but curvy in all the right spots. Slim waist, wide hips, ass round and bouncy — the kind of body that always made heads turn.
- Height: 5’7”
- Looks: Long dark hair, sharp cheekbones, always dressed to stun even when casual.
- Tits: Perky D-cups, soft and full — Lucas used to glance, Adrian used to imagine, Daniel had once worshipped them.
- Ass: Juicy and firm, but nothing compared to Daniel’s thick, soft roundness. This is why Lucas + Adrian shifted obsession away from her and locked in on Daniel.
- Energy in bed: Demanding, moaning loud, but ultimately couldn’t satisfy Daniel’s hunger for men.
Sofia (Emma’s Best Friend)
- Build: Taller than Emma, slender with dancer’s legs, toned thighs, perky butt — tight and athletic, like a model.
- Height: 5’9”
- Looks: Blonde streaks in her hair, playful smirk, eyes that scream trouble.
- Tits: Modest C-cups, but her nipples are always hard and obvious through thin tops.
- Ass: Tight bubble butt, high and firm, not as thick as Emma’s but perkier.
- Energy in bed: Teasing, experimental — the type who’d watch Daniel with Lucas/Adrian and secretly wish she was part of the chaos
– Rekindled Fire
The air in Emma’s kitchen felt thick that evening, almost electric. The clatter of dishes and the hum of the refrigerator filled the silence between conversations, but for Daniel, every sound blurred into the background. His eyes kept straying to Lucas—Emma’s younger brother, his brother-in-law, his forbidden desire.
Lucas leaned against the counter, casual as ever, but Daniel knew better. The way his arms flexed when he crossed them over his chest, the way his shirt clung to his torso, revealing just enough of the abs that rippled underneath—it wasn’t casual at all. Lucas knew the effect he had. He always had.
“Pass me the glass?” Emma’s voice snapped Daniel out of his trance.
He blinked, startled, and quickly handed her the wine glass, avoiding her eyes. Emma didn’t notice his slip—why would she? She trusted him. She loved him. That was the problem.
But Lucas noticed. Lucas always noticed.
A sly smirk tugged at the corners of Lucas’s lips as his gaze lingered on Daniel, dragging slowly over his broad shoulders, the lines of his chest beneath the fitted shirt, and lower still. Heat prickled under Daniel’s skin, and he turned sharply, reaching for a dish towel just to keep his hands busy.
Later, when Emma disappeared upstairs to check on something in the bedroom, the silence in the kitchen shifted. It wasn’t silence anymore. It was tension.
“You’ve been staring again,” Lucas murmured, voice low and teasing.
Daniel stiffened. “No, I haven’t.”
Lucas stepped closer, the smell of his cologne sharp and clean. “You’re terrible at lying.”
Daniel swallowed, throat dry. “Lucas, don’t—”
“Don’t what?” Lucas’s words brushed his ear, sending a shiver down Daniel’s spine. “Don’t notice how hard you’re breathing? Don’t point out the way your hands shake when you’re around me? Or don’t say out loud what you’ve been thinking since the first time I caught you looking at me like that?”
Daniel closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. “You don’t understand what this is doing to me. To us.”
Lucas’s hand brushed his, just the lightest graze, and Daniel almost dropped the towel. “I understand perfectly. I want you. And you want me.”
The words dug deep into Daniel’s chest. They were true, too true. Every moment he spent near Lucas twisted the knife of guilt deeper, but the ache of desire was sharper still.
He forced himself to step back, creating distance. “Emma’s upstairs,” he hissed.
Lucas’s smirk faltered, just slightly, replaced with something softer, something hungrier. “I know. That’s the only reason you’re fighting me off right now.”
Daniel turned away, gripping the edge of the counter until his knuckles whitened. His mind was a battlefield, torn between loyalty to his wife and the fire that Lucas stoked inside him with every word, every glance.
By the time Emma returned, cheerful and oblivious, Daniel had composed himself again. Dinner carried on, laughter filling the house, but beneath the table Daniel could still feel the lingering ghost of Lucas’s touch.
The next few days were torture. Every family meal, every casual visit turned into a silent war of glances and unspoken words. Daniel tried to bury himself in work, tried to remind himself of his vows, but at night, when Emma lay sleeping beside him, he couldn’t stop replaying the way Lucas’s eyes had looked—dark, daring, burning.
And Lucas wasn’t making it easy.
One afternoon, Daniel came home to find Lucas fixing a leak under the sink. His shirt was off, sweat glistening down his abs, jeans hanging dangerously low. Daniel froze in the doorway, pulse quickening. Lucas looked up, catching him staring.
“Pipe’s a mess,” Lucas said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, but his grin was wicked. “Want to give me a hand? Or are you just gonna stand there watching?”
Daniel’s breath caught. He should walk away. He should. But his feet betrayed him, carrying him closer until he knelt beside Lucas. Their shoulders brushed as they worked in silence, the contact burning like fire.
At one point Lucas shifted, deliberately pressing his thigh against Daniel’s. Daniel jerked, hitting his head on the cabinet.
“Careful,” Lucas said, his voice dripping with amusement. His hand lingered on Daniel’s back longer than necessary as he helped him steady. “Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.”
Daniel shoved the wrench into Lucas’s hand and stood abruptly, desperate to escape before he lost control.
“Thanks,” Lucas called after him, laughter in his voice. “But next time, maybe don’t run away so fast.”
That night, Daniel sat alone on the back porch, a glass of whiskey in hand. The stars blinked overhead, but he barely saw them. His thoughts were consumed by Lucas—his body, his smile, the way his touch lingered like a brand.
Emma came out, wrapping her arms around him. “You’ve been quiet lately,” she said softly. “Is everything okay?”
Daniel forced a smile, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Yeah. Just work stress.”
She believed him. She always believed him.
But as Daniel held her, guilt churned in his chest. Because even then, his eyes drifted to the house, to the window where he knew Lucas might be watching, smirking, waiting.
And Daniel hated himself for the truth that burned inside him.
He didn’t want to stop.
He didn’t want to let Lucas go.
– Close Calls
Daniel’s days had fallen into a rhythm of danger. Every morning started with Emma’s smile and ended with Lucas’s shadow lingering in his thoughts. He told himself he could hold the line—that the tension could be contained. But the problem with temptation was that once you tasted it, it never really left.
And Lucas knew exactly how to push him.
It started innocently enough—another family lunch, sunlight streaming through the dining room windows. Emma was chattering about her plans for the garden while Lucas sat across the table, lazy grin on his lips. Daniel tried to focus on his wife’s words, but every time Lucas stretched, every time his shirt rode up to reveal a sliver of toned stomach, Daniel’s pulse quickened.
Halfway through the meal, Emma excused herself to take a phone call. The moment she was out of earshot, Lucas leaned forward, his voice a low murmur.
“You’re staring again.”
Daniel stiffened. His fork clattered against his plate. “Don’t start.”
Lucas’s grin widened. “I don’t have to. You’re doing all the work for me.”
Daniel’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t look away. He couldn’t. That dangerous spark in Lucas’s eyes held him captive.
“Stop,” Daniel whispered, more plea than command.
Lucas tilted his head, studying him. “Why? You want me to stop, but your body doesn’t. You can’t keep lying forever.”
Before Daniel could answer, Emma’s footsteps echoed back down the hallway. Lucas leaned back, casual again, smirk hidden behind his glass of water. By the time Emma returned, everything looked normal—except for Daniel’s racing heart.
The next close call came later that week. Daniel had just finished showering, towel slung low around his hips, when he stepped into the hallway—and nearly collided with Lucas.
“Sorry,” Daniel muttered, but Lucas didn’t move. His gaze slid over Daniel’s wet chest, his sculpted abs, the trail of water dripping down to the towel’s edge.
“You’re going to kill me, walking around like that,” Lucas murmured.
Daniel’s breath hitched. “Emma’s downstairs.”
“And?” Lucas stepped closer, close enough that the heat from his body brushed against Daniel’s damp skin. “You think she’s going to come up here right now?”
Daniel’s back hit the wall. Lucas’s hand braced beside his head, trapping him.
“You drive me crazy,” Lucas whispered. His fingers ghosted over Daniel’s arm, down his side, pausing at the curve of his hip just above the towel. “Do you even know what you do to me?”
Daniel’s grip tightened on the towel, every nerve on fire. He wanted this—God, he wanted it—but the fear of Emma catching them froze him in place.
“Lucas…” His voice cracked. “We can’t.”
Lucas leaned in, lips so close Daniel could taste his breath. “You keep saying that,” he whispered, “but one of these days, you’re not going to mean it.”
Then he pulled away, leaving Daniel trembling against the wall, fighting to steady his breathing before Emma noticed anything.
But the most dangerous moment came one evening when Emma hosted a small gathering with friends. The house buzzed with laughter and music, glasses clinking in the living room. Daniel tried to play the good husband, chatting politely, smiling at the right times. But from across the room, Lucas’s eyes never left him.
When Daniel slipped away to the kitchen to refill drinks, Lucas followed.
“Don’t,” Daniel hissed the moment they were alone.
“Relax,” Lucas said smoothly, stepping closer until their bodies brushed. “They’re all distracted.”
Daniel’s pulse pounded in his ears. “You’re going to get us caught.”
“That’s half the thrill.” Lucas’s hand brushed Daniel’s lower back, fingers tracing lightly over his muscles.
Daniel bit back a groan. His body betrayed him, leaning into the touch even as his mind screamed at him to resist.
And then—footsteps.
Emma’s voice rang out from the hall. “Daniel? You in here?”
Daniel shoved Lucas back, heart racing. He quickly grabbed the drinks and turned just as Emma entered, her smile warm and unsuspecting. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Daniel said too quickly, forcing a smile. “Just grabbing these.”
Emma nodded, taking one of the glasses from his hand. Behind her, Lucas smirked, hidden from view.
Daniel wanted to scream.
That night, after the guests left and Emma fell asleep, Daniel sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. He felt trapped in a storm of his own making—guilt clawing at him, desire gnawing deeper with every stolen touch.
He looked at Emma’s peaceful face, guilt twisting in his chest. She didn’t deserve this. She deserved a husband who was fully hers, who didn’t wake in the middle of the night haunted by the image of another man’s body.
But when Daniel closed his eyes, it wasn’t Emma he saw. It was Lucas. Always Lucas.
And Daniel knew it was only a matter of time before the line they were dancing on snapped completely.
– Against the Wall
The house was too quiet.
Emma had gone upstairs to take a long bath after dinner, humming to herself as she carried her robe past the kitchen. Daniel had watched her disappear with a smile plastered on his face, his insides twisted into knots. He’d done this act so many times he’d started to forget which parts of it were real.
Now he stood in the kitchen, trying to distract himself with dishes, sleeves rolled up, muscles flexing as he scrubbed at a stubborn pan. His heart should have been steady—his wife was home, safe, happy. But all he could think about was the weight of someone else’s stare.
Lucas leaned lazily against the counter, beer in hand, eyes fixed on Daniel.
“You’re awfully tense for a man washing dishes,” Lucas said casually, but his voice was thick with something heavier, darker.
Daniel froze, jaw tightening. “Go sit in the living room.”
“I like it better here.” Lucas smirked, tilting the bottle to his lips. His gaze lingered on the line of Daniel’s shoulders, the way his shirt clung to the sculpted muscles beneath. “Besides, it’s not the dishes I’m watching.”
Daniel set the pan down too hard, the clang echoing in the kitchen. He spun to face Lucas, voice low and desperate. “Stop it. Not here. Not now.”
Lucas pushed off the counter and stepped closer. “Why not? She’s upstairs. The water’s running. You think she’s going to come down here in the next ten minutes?”
“Lucas—”
“Don’t act like you don’t want this.” Lucas’s voice dropped to a growl, his hand brushing Daniel’s hip. “You’ve been shaking every time I get near you. You’re mine, Daniel. You’ve always been mine—you’re just too scared to admit it.”
Daniel’s breath hitched. His back pressed against the cabinet, trapped. His hands twitched at his sides, torn between pushing Lucas away and pulling him closer.
“I can’t—”
“You already did.” Lucas’s lips crashed against his, and Daniel broke.
The kiss was fire, brutal and hungry. Dishes clattered as Daniel’s hands shot up to clutch at Lucas’s shirt, dragging him closer. Lucas’s tongue pressed into his mouth, claiming, demanding, and Daniel gave in, moaning into the kiss as weeks of restraint shattered in an instant.
Lucas spun him, shoving him against the wall. Daniel gasped as the cool tile pressed into his back, his towel slipping dangerously low on his hips. Lucas’s hands roamed greedily, squeezing his chest, sliding down his abs, gripping his thick ass.
“Fuck,” Lucas groaned into his ear, biting the lobe. “Baby, you’re so tight—like a newborn baby. I’ve dreamed of this.”
Daniel’s knees buckled. “Lucas, we—Emma—”
Lucas’s mouth silenced him again, tongue pushing deeper, rough and reckless. Daniel whimpered against him, his body trembling with every touch. His cock strained against his pants, aching for release, and Lucas felt it, grinding hard against him.
“God, you’re perfect,” Lucas growled, sliding his hand between them. “I’m not waiting anymore.”
Daniel’s hands clawed at Lucas’s shoulders. “We can’t do this here—she’s—”
“She’s upstairs,” Lucas cut him off, lips brushing Daniel’s throat. “And you’re right here. With me.”
He tugged at Daniel’s pants, yanking them down just enough to expose him. Daniel hissed, the rush of cold air on his skin only heightening the heat pooling in his stomach.
Lucas pressed forward, pinning him tighter against the wall, their bodies locked together. Daniel’s cries came muffled against Lucas’s mouth as he was taken—fast, rough, every thrust echoing with danger. His abs tightened, sweat beading at his temple as he clung to Lucas desperately.
“Fuck me like it’s the last night in this world,” Daniel gasped, voice cracking, tears of lust in his eyes.
Lucas froze, groaning at the words. “Say it again.”
“Please,” Daniel begged, clinging to him. “Please, Lucas—I want you to fuck me like it’s the last night in this world.”
Lucas slammed into him harder, teeth sinking into Daniel’s shoulder to keep from shouting. Daniel’s head fell back against the wall, mouth open in a soundless cry as his ass clenched tight around Lucas.
“God—you’re so fucking tight—” Lucas groaned, holding him up as Daniel’s legs threatened to give out.
Daniel sobbed softly, overcome. Every thrust sent sparks down his spine, guilt and ecstasy blending until he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. His whole body shook as Lucas fucked him reckless, hard, dangerous—every second a gamble, every sound a risk of being caught.
And that danger only made it hotter.
Upstairs, water still ran in the tub. Emma hummed faintly, oblivious.
Downstairs, Daniel’s world was unraveling.
His climax tore through him suddenly, violently, his nails raking down Lucas’s back as he cried out, muffled against Lucas’s lips. Lucas followed moments later, buried deep inside him, shuddering with a guttural moan.
For a long moment, the kitchen was filled only with their ragged breathing, the sound of water running faintly overhead.
Then reality crashed back.
Daniel shoved Lucas back, chest heaving. “This—this can’t happen again.”
Lucas smirked, wiping sweat from his brow. “It already did.”
Daniel’s legs trembled, his body aching with the aftershock. He grabbed for his pants, shame rising fast as the sound of Emma moving upstairs reached his ears.
But no matter how much he tried to deny it, he knew one truth:
He’d never be able to stop now.
– The Hotel Room
Daniel couldn’t breathe inside the house anymore. Every glance from Emma, every simple conversation, was like a knife pressing into his chest. He’d never been a liar by nature—but now, every word out of his mouth was half-truth at best, deceit at worst.
And Lucas was the reason.
That kiss in the kitchen had wrecked him. That reckless moment against the wall had pulled something from deep inside him—something raw, forbidden, and unstoppable. He could still feel Lucas inside him when he closed his eyes at night, still hear his voice in his ear whispering, Baby, you’re so tight…
It should have been a one-time mistake. Instead, Daniel found himself parked outside a downtown hotel the very next night, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whitened. He’d told Emma he had late paperwork at the office. She’d kissed his cheek and wished him luck.
Now he was sitting in the dark, heart pounding, waiting.
The passenger door opened. Lucas slid in, dressed in a fitted black shirt that clung to his lean frame, jeans hugging his hips. His eyes burned with that same fire, the same reckless pull Daniel had no defense against.
“You came,” Lucas said simply.
Daniel swallowed hard. “I shouldn’t have.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Lucas’s hand slid to Daniel’s thigh, firm and possessive. “You did.”
The hotel room was dimly lit, the city glow bleeding in through half-drawn curtains. The silence inside was heavier than the night outside. Daniel stood near the bed, nerves stretched thin, his broad chest rising and falling as he stared at Lucas.
Lucas locked the door, then leaned back against it, eyes dragging over Daniel like he was memorizing every line of him.
“You’re even more beautiful when you’re guilty,” Lucas said, voice low.
“Don’t,” Daniel muttered, but there was no conviction behind it. His abs flexed as he clenched his fists, trying to steady himself.
Lucas pushed off the door and crossed the room slowly, deliberately, until he was standing toe-to-toe with him. “You want me.”
Daniel’s jaw worked, breath shaky. “I can’t—”
Lucas silenced him with a kiss—not brutal this time, but slow, coaxing, sweet in its danger. Daniel groaned into it, hands shaking as he finally let go, clutching at Lucas’s waist and dragging him closer.
The kiss deepened, tongues sliding together, heat pooling fast between them. Lucas’s hands explored him shamelessly, running down his arms, his chest, squeezing his tight abs like he owned them.
“God, Daniel,” Lucas whispered against his lips. “I want to take my time with you tonight.”
Daniel shivered, his thick body trembling under the touch. He felt both powerful and helpless—towering over Lucas in muscle, yet undone by his hands.
Lucas pushed him gently back until Daniel’s legs hit the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped as he sat, staring up at Lucas with wide, storm-tossed eyes.
“Lay back,” Lucas ordered softly.
And Daniel did.
Clothes came off slowly this time, not in the frantic rush of stolen moments. Lucas peeled Daniel’s shirt away, exposing the sculpted ridges of his chest and stomach. Daniel flushed, muscles tightening as Lucas’s hands skimmed over every cut line of his abs, tracing down to the waistband of his jeans.
“You’re perfect,” Lucas murmured, climbing over him. “All of this—you’ve been hiding it from me for years.”
Daniel gasped as Lucas kissed down his chest, lips hot and wet against his skin. He groaned when Lucas’s tongue flicked over his nipple, his big hands gripping the sheets to keep from crying out.
“Lucas—”
“Shhh,” Lucas soothed, kissing lower, down the trail of dark hair over Daniel’s stomach. He unbuttoned his jeans with infuriating slowness, tugging them down inch by inch, until Daniel’s thick cock sprang free, swollen and leaking.
Daniel covered his face with one hand, mortified by his own need. “Fuck…”
Lucas smirked, wrapping his hand around him, stroking firm and slow. “Look at you. Hard as stone for me. You can’t hide it anymore, Daniel. Not from me.”
Daniel’s hips jerked helplessly into his hand. His thick thighs trembled, and his deep voice broke into little whimpers he couldn’t control.
“You’re so damn tight everywhere,” Lucas whispered, sliding lower. His tongue replaced his hand, hot and wet as he swallowed him down.
Daniel choked on a cry, hand flying to Lucas’s hair. His back arched off the bed, abs tightening into rigid lines as Lucas worked him with slow, steady sucks. His thick ass clenched, whole body quaking.
“Fuck, Lucas—I can’t—” Daniel’s voice was wrecked already.
Lucas pulled off, licking his lips, eyes burning. “You’re going to take me tonight. All of me. Slow.”
Daniel’s heart stuttered. His chest heaved. He should have said no. He should have walked out. But instead he nodded, trembling, eyes wide like a man about to lose himself completely.
Lucas slicked himself and spread Daniel open carefully, slowly. Daniel’s breath hitched, every muscle coiling, his tight hole twitching against the first press.
“Relax, baby,” Lucas whispered, kissing his jaw. “You’re so tight—like a newborn baby. I’ve got you.”
Daniel let out a broken sob as Lucas eased in, inch by inch, stretching him open in ways he’d never been before. His abs rippled with strain, his thick hands clutching at the sheets until they nearly tore.
“God—Lucas—” he cried, his voice shattering. “It hurts—it—”
“Shhh,” Lucas soothed, kissing the tears from the corners of his eyes. “I know, baby. Just breathe. I’ve got you. Let me in.”
And Daniel did.
The burn gave way to pressure, the pressure to fullness, until Lucas was buried deep inside him. Daniel’s head fell back, his thick neck strained, his chest heaving as tears streaked down his face.
“Fuck…” he gasped. “Lucas… you’re… inside me…”
Lucas groaned, holding him close, their sweaty bodies pressed tight. “Yeah. And I’m not leaving you. Not tonight.”
The pace was slow—agonizingly slow. Lucas rocked into him, steady, deliberate thrusts that made Daniel cry out every time. His thick ass clenched, his body shuddering as pleasure finally drowned out the pain.
“Baby, you’re so tight,” Lucas panted against his lips. “Like you were made for me.”
Daniel sobbed, kissing him back desperately. His huge frame trembled beneath Lucas’s leaner body, all his power stripped away by the intimacy of being taken like this.
“I can’t—I can’t hold it—” he gasped.
“Yes, you can,” Lucas growled, thrusting harder, deeper. “You’re mine tonight, Daniel. Say it.”
Daniel broke, tears spilling as he whispered, “I’m yours… I’m yours, Lucas. Fuck me like it’s the last night in this world.”
And Lucas did.
The bed rocked, headboard slamming against the wall as Daniel’s deep cries filled the room. There was no holding back, no danger of Emma hearing them—just raw need, unrestrained. Daniel’s body shook violently as he came, thick ropes spilling across his stomach, his abs flexing with the force of it.
Lucas followed, collapsing against him, buried deep, moaning into his neck as he emptied himself inside Daniel.
For a long time, neither of them moved, sweat cooling on their skin, their bodies locked together.
When Lucas finally pulled back to look at him, Daniel’s face was wrecked—eyes red, lips swollen, tears dried on his cheeks.
And yet, for the first time, he looked… free.
– Shadows in the House
The morning after the hotel felt unreal to Daniel.
His body was sore in ways he hadn’t expected, every step a reminder of how completely Lucas had claimed him. Every time he sat, his tightness throbbed in memory. His mind kept replaying the words he’d whispered in the dark—Fuck me like it’s the last night in this world—and the way Lucas had answered that plea without hesitation.
But now, sitting at Emma’s breakfast table, none of it showed on his face. He smiled when she set a plate in front of him, thanked her for the coffee, listened as she rambled about her clients and their endless demands.
Still, he caught Lucas’s eyes across the table once. Just once. It was enough.
Lucas’s look was raw, unreadable—equal parts hunger and guilt. Daniel had to grip his mug tightly, heat creeping up his neck. He shifted in his seat, his sore body betraying him.
Emma noticed.
“You okay, babe?” she asked, tilting her head.
Daniel cleared his throat. “Yeah. Just didn’t sleep well last night.”
Lucas nearly choked on his orange juice.
Suspicion had a way of growing in silence. Over the next few days, Daniel felt Emma watching him closer, her questions sharper. He’d come home late and find her on the couch, awake, asking if he really had so much work stacked on his desk.
He gave her the same answers—careful, practiced—but guilt made them sound thinner each time.
Lucas wasn’t helping. He’d gotten bolder. A touch on Daniel’s back when Emma was just in the other room. A whisper against his ear when they brushed past each other in the hallway.
Baby, you’re so tight… I can still feel you around me.
Daniel would flush scarlet, his thick frame trembling with the memory. He wanted to shove Lucas away. He wanted to drag him into the nearest room and beg for more. Both wants clashed inside him until he could barely think straight.
And then Adrian walked back into their lives.
It was a Sunday afternoon when Emma dragged Daniel to a small café to meet an old friend. Daniel hadn’t thought much of it—until he walked in and saw him.
Adrian.
He was taller than Daniel remembered, broader, with a calm self-assuredness that drew eyes without trying. His hair was longer, jaw sharper, and his gaze when it fell on Daniel was electric.
Emma grinned. “You remember Adrian, don’t you? We went to college together. He just moved back into town.”
Daniel shook his hand, trying not to flinch at the firm grip, the way Adrian’s eyes lingered just a fraction too long.
“Of course,” Daniel said smoothly. “Good to see you again.”
“Likewise,” Adrian replied, voice low, steady. There was something in it—something that made Daniel’s stomach twist with nerves and… something else.
Over the next weeks, Adrian was everywhere. Emma invited him to dinners, to game nights, to barbecues. He fit seamlessly into the rhythm of their home.
Too seamlessly.
Daniel caught him watching sometimes—subtle, measured, like he was cataloging every flicker of emotion between Daniel and Lucas.
And Adrian was bold in his own quiet way. When Emma left the room, his hand would brush Daniel’s arm just a little too deliberately. When Daniel laughed, Adrian’s eyes would soften, like he was savoring the sound.
It was dangerous. Daniel knew it. But the danger only added to the pull.
The breaking point came one night after another tense dinner. Emma had gone to bed early, complaining of a headache. Lucas had retreated to his room, silent but smoldering.
Daniel had gone to the porch for air, his thick chest heaving as he leaned against the railing, staring at the dark.
Adrian followed.
“You don’t look happy,” Adrian said quietly.
Daniel huffed a bitter laugh. “It’s complicated.”
Adrian stepped closer, the night wrapping them in secrecy. His hand brushed Daniel’s, just a whisper of touch, but enough to make Daniel shiver.
“You don’t have to explain,” Adrian murmured. “I can see it. You’re carrying too much.”
Daniel turned his head sharply, muscles tense. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Adrian’s eyes darkened. “Don’t I?”
The silence stretched, heavy and hot. Then Adrian leaned in, his voice a whisper against Daniel’s ear.
“I know what it’s like to crave something you’re not supposed to have. To want it so bad it burns through you. Tell me I’m wrong.”
Daniel’s heart hammered. His thick abs tightened, his breath coming fast. He should’ve walked away. He should’ve shoved Adrian back.
Instead, he whispered, “You’re not wrong.”
The kiss was sudden, hungry, pulling the air from Daniel’s lungs. Adrian’s hands gripped his sides, sliding over the ridges of muscle, pulling him flush against his body.
Daniel groaned, clutching at Adrian’s shirt, his thick ass pressing back against the porch railing as Adrian caged him in.
“Baby,” Adrian rasped, already hard against him. “You’re so tight—I want to fuck you like it’s the last night in this world.”
Daniel broke on a whimper, head falling back. “Adrian—”
Inside, a floorboard creaked.
Daniel froze. Emma.
Adrian didn’t stop. His lips dragged down Daniel’s neck, teeth grazing. Daniel bit back a cry, his entire body trembling.
If Emma opened the door now, she’d see everything.
The danger, the suffocating thrill of it, made Daniel even harder. His cock strained against his jeans, his abs clenching as Adrian’s hand pressed firmly against him.
“God—you’re gonna get me killed,” Daniel hissed.
Adrian smirked against his skin. “Or saved.”
Inside the house, Lucas lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He could hear the muffled voices on the porch, the low rumble of Daniel’s tone, the softer pull of Adrian’s.
His hands clenched into fists.
He already knew.
And he wasn’t sure which burned more—jealousy, or the fear that Emma was about to piece it all together.
– Adrian’s Claim
Daniel told himself he wouldn’t let it happen.
He lay in bed that night, thick arms folded over his chest, abs tight as stone, trying to will his body to sleep. Emma was asleep beside him, her breathing soft and steady. But his mind wasn’t quiet. Not with Lucas’s stare lingering from across the dinner table, not with Adrian’s words burning in his ear—"I want you to fuck me like it's my last night in this world."
His cock was hard just thinking about it, straining against his boxers. He pressed his palms over his face, groaning into the dark.
And then he heard it.
A soft knock. Barely there. Coming from the back door.
Daniel’s heart leapt into his throat. He slipped from bed, careful not to wake Emma, and padded through the hall, his thick frame tense with every step.
When he opened the door, Adrian was there.
His eyes were dark, hungry.
Daniel’s voice was barely a whisper. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Adrian stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His hand cupped Daniel’s jaw, firm, tilting his face up. “And yet here I am.”
Before Daniel could protest, Adrian’s mouth was on his, rough and demanding.
The kiss turned frantic, desperate, Daniel’s back hitting the kitchen wall. Adrian’s hands roamed—over his abs, down his waist, gripping his thick ass hard enough to make Daniel gasp.
“God, Daniel,” Adrian groaned against his lips. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”
Daniel’s resolve cracked. He clutched at Adrian’s shirt, pulling him closer, grinding against him until their cocks strained between them.
“Baby,” Adrian rasped, “you’re so tight. Like a newborn baby. I want to feel every inch of you.”
Daniel shuddered, head falling back against the wall. His voice broke in a whimper. “Fuck me, Adrian. Fuck me like it’s the last night in this world.”
Adrian didn’t hesitate.
Clothes came off in frantic tugs, shirts and jeans pooling on the kitchen floor. Daniel’s abs gleamed with sweat under the dim light, his thick thighs trembling as Adrian pressed him harder into the wall.
Adrian’s fingers slid between Daniel’s cheeks, teasing, testing. Daniel gasped, nails digging into Adrian’s shoulders.
“Please,” he begged, voice rough. “Don’t make me wait.”
Adrian smirked, positioning himself. “You’re begging so pretty, Daniel.”
The first push made Daniel cry out, his whole body arching. His hole clenched tight around Adrian’s cock, every muscle straining.
“God—” Daniel choked, gripping the wall. “It hurts—”
Adrian kissed his jaw, thrusting deeper, voice thick with lust. “Shh… you’re perfect. So tight, baby. I’ll make it good.”
Tears pricked Daniel’s eyes as Adrian stretched him open, his hole aching, burning—and yet the pleasure surged stronger with every thrust. He moaned helplessly, body trembling, cock dripping against his abs.
Adrian groaned, gripping Daniel’s ass harder, slamming into him with reckless force. “You’re mine tonight. You hear me? Mine.”
“Yes,” Daniel gasped, legs trembling. “Yours—fuck—I’m yours—”
The sound of skin on skin echoed dangerously loud in the kitchen. Emma slept just a few rooms away. Lucas’s door wasn’t far. The risk only made Daniel moan louder, biting his lip to muffle the cries.
“Baby,” Adrian panted, pounding harder, “I swear, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
Daniel’s cry was broken, desperate. “Do it. Do it, Adrian—fuck me like you’ll never get the chance again!”
Adrian drove into him harder, each thrust shaking Daniel against the wall, his thick ass slapping under the force. Daniel’s abs clenched, sweat dripping as he sobbed with pleasure, hole squeezing tight around Adrian’s cock.
The orgasm tore through him without warning. Daniel came hard against his own abs, thick ropes splattering across his muscles, his whole body convulsing with release.
Adrian groaned, thrusting deeper, grinding hard. “That’s it, baby—fuck, you feel so good—”
With a final slam, Adrian spilled inside him, hot and pulsing, filling Daniel until he sagged against the wall, panting and trembling.
For a long moment, there was only their ragged breathing, the smell of sex clinging to the air.
Daniel clung to Adrian’s shoulders, sweat slicking their bodies together. His hole ached, stretched, cum dripping down his thigh.
Adrian kissed him, softer now, forehead pressed against his. “Told you I’d save you.”
Daniel closed his eyes, guilt and pleasure twisting in his chest. “Or damn me.”
And just as the words left his lips—
A floorboard creaked.
Daniel’s blood ran cold.
He whipped his head toward the hallway. The sound had come from Emma’s room.
Adrian smirked, still buried deep inside him. “Looks like we almost got caught, baby.”
Daniel swallowed hard, his whole body shaking. He didn’t know if it was fear—or the thrill—that made his cock twitch again, already half-hard despite everything.
– The Edge of Truth
Daniel sat in his car outside Lucas’s apartment, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whitened. He hadn’t gone in. Not this time.
Instead, he sat there with Adrian’s taste still lingering on his lips, shame curdling in his stomach. It was one thing to give in to Lucas—his dangerous, intoxicating brother-in-law. But Adrian? That had been a mistake. It had to be.
Yet when he closed his eyes, he remembered Adrian’s mouth, the way he moaned while taking him apart, the way he whispered dirty promises into his ear.
And worst of all? He’d liked it.
Daniel dragged a hand over his face, whispering to himself. “What the fuck am I doing?”
The answer didn’t come.
When he finally went home that night, Emma was waiting. She sat on the couch, arms folded, eyes red from crying.
“Where were you?” she asked flatly.
Daniel froze. “Work. I stayed late.”
Emma’s laugh was humorless. “Do you really think I’m that stupid? You come home smelling like cologne that isn’t yours. Your shirt’s wrinkled. Your eyes are guilty.”
He swallowed. “Emma—”
“Don’t.” She stood, pointing a finger at him. “If there’s something you’re hiding, Daniel… I will find out.”
The air between them was so heavy it crushed him. He stumbled to the bedroom without answering, heart pounding, skin clammy. He knew it wouldn’t be long before she discovered the truth.
And yet, when his phone buzzed later that night with a message from Lucas— “I need to see you.” —Daniel’s hands shook as he typed back: “Tomorrow.”
The next day, Daniel met Lucas in the gym’s locker room. Empty. Dangerous. Perfect.
Lucas slammed him against the lockers, his eyes wild. “You didn’t come last night.”
Daniel shivered. “Emma… she knows something. I couldn’t risk it.”
Lucas grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Let her suspect. Let the whole fucking world suspect. I don’t care. You’re mine.”
Daniel’s breath hitched. His whole body burned with want. And yet the guilt gnawed at him. “Lucas… Adrian—he…”
Lucas stiffened. His jaw clenched. “Don’t you fucking say it.”
Daniel’s chest heaved. The words spilled anyway. “He touched me. He fucked me. And I let him.”
The silence after was deafening. Lucas’s grip trembled, his eyes burning like fire. For a second Daniel thought he’d hit him.
Instead, Lucas kissed him—hard, brutal, punishing.
“You’re still mine,” Lucas growled against his mouth. “I don’t care who else touches you. I’ll claim you again and again until you can’t even remember their names.”
And in that moment, Daniel wasn’t sure if he was terrified or addicted. Maybe both.
– When Masks Crack
Emma had always been sharp. But now, her suspicion had teeth.
She started watching Daniel more closely. Asking little questions, noticing little things. Why was his tie crooked? Why was his phone face-down on the counter? Why did he flinch when Lucas walked into the room during family dinners?
Daniel felt her eyes on him constantly. He knew she was circling, waiting for the moment to pounce.
One night, she cornered him in the kitchen.
“Daniel,” she said softly, too softly. “Are you happy with me?”
His throat tightened. “Of course.”
Her eyes searched his face. “Then why do I feel like you’re somewhere else every time you kiss me?”
He couldn’t answer. His silence was all the proof she needed.
Meanwhile, Adrian wasn’t gone.
He showed up at Daniel’s office, leaning against the doorframe like he owned the place. His smirk was infuriating.
“You’re avoiding me,” Adrian drawled.
Daniel’s pulse spiked. “I have to.”
Adrian closed the door behind him, stalking closer. “Funny. That’s not what you said when I had you crying under me.”
Daniel’s cheeks flushed, his breath stuttering. “Adrian—don’t—”
Adrian leaned close, whispering in his ear. “You’re too sweet to resist, Daniel. That tight little hole of yours… it still belongs to me, whether you admit it or not.”
Daniel’s knees almost buckled. He hated how his cock twitched at the words.
But before Adrian could push further, his phone buzzed. Lucas.
The text made his blood freeze: “Come to me. Now. Or I’ll tell her everything.”
Daniel’s heart raced.
He was being pulled apart, torn down the middle. Lucas’s fury on one side, Adrian’s hunger on the other, Emma’s suspicion closing in around all of them.
And Daniel knew—when the truth came out, it would shatter everything.
– Claimed Again
Daniel’s head was a storm.
Emma’s voice still rang in his ears, her words sharp and shaking with betrayal: “I don’t even know who you are anymore, Daniel.” And Adrian’s heat still lingered on his body, his cock and tongue carving a claim into him that Daniel couldn’t deny.
But even after all that, when night fell, there was only one place his body wanted to go.
Lucas.
The thought of him burned hotter than guilt, hotter than fear, hotter even than Adrian’s lingering taste on his tongue. Lucas was dangerous. Lucas was wrong. But Lucas was his.
He didn’t even knock this time. He burst into the apartment like a man possessed.
Lucas was sitting on the couch, shirtless, sweat dripping from his abs like he’d been working out. His head snapped up when Daniel came in, eyes narrowing, dark and sharp.
“You’ve got some fucking nerve,” Lucas growled, standing, muscles tense. “You think you can keep running between us like this? First Adrian, now you show up here—”
Daniel’s lip trembled, his voice breaking. “I don’t care. I don’t care about him, I don’t care about Emma, I don’t care about anything right now. I need you.”
Lucas stopped, breath catching. His jaw clenched hard, like he was fighting himself. “Daniel…”
“Please,” Daniel whispered, stepping closer. His hands shook as he touched Lucas’s chest, feeling the hard ridges of his abs, the way his heart raced under his skin. “Please. I need you to fuck me.” His voice cracked into a sob. “Fuck me till I catch a cold.”
Lucas’s cock twitched so hard it hurt. His fists balled at his sides, trying to resist, but he couldn’t—not when Daniel was looking at him like that, begging, broken, desperate.
“Goddamn you,” Lucas groaned, grabbing Daniel and crushing his mouth against his.
It was frantic, filthy, a kiss that tasted of fury and surrender at once. Lucas shoved Daniel back against the wall, ripping at his shirt, his hands roaming over his chest, his abs, his waist.
“You’re driving me insane,” Lucas growled against his lips, biting hard at his lower lip until Daniel gasped.
“Then ruin me,” Daniel whispered back, eyes wet. “Make me yours again.”
Lucas didn’t need more convincing. He lifted Daniel by the thighs, carrying him down the hallway and throwing him onto the bed. In seconds, clothes were gone, skin against skin, Daniel’s body trembling with want.
Lucas spread his legs wide and buried his face between them, tongue plunging into his hole, licking and sucking like a man starving.
“Lucas—ahhh, fuck—” Daniel screamed, clutching the sheets, arching off the bed. His whole body quaked as Lucas devoured him, tongue fucking him, lips sucking until wet noises filled the room.
Lucas pulled back for a moment, his chin glistening, his eyes dark. He growled low against Daniel’s trembling hole:
“Baby, your pussy tastes like a refreshing glass of water. I could live off this.”
Daniel’s face went red, his cock dripping, his body clenching around nothing. “Please—please put it in me—”
Lucas spat on him, spread him wider, and slammed in with one brutal thrust. Daniel screamed, nails clawing at the sheets as Lucas filled him, stretching him so deep his vision blurred.
“God, fuck, you’re still so fucking tight,” Lucas groaned, gripping his hips hard. “Like a newborn baby, like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“Ahhh, Lucas!” Daniel cried, tears streaming down his face, his body locking around him. “Don’t stop—don’t stop—”
Lucas pounded into him, hips slamming so hard the bed frame rattled against the wall. Every thrust made Daniel scream louder, his voice breaking into sobs of pleasure and pain.
“Say it again,” Lucas gritted, leaning down to kiss his neck, his chest, his shoulder.
Daniel’s voice cracked, desperate and raw:
“Fuck me till I catch a cold!”
That broke Lucas. He growled and fucked him harder, deeper, slamming into him like he wanted to carve his name inside him.
The room filled with the sound of skin slapping, of Daniel’s desperate cries and Lucas’s guttural moans. Sweat dripped from both of them, their bodies slick, tangled, desperate.
Daniel’s back arched, his hands gripping Lucas’s arms so tight his nails left scratches. “Lucas—I’m gonna—I can’t—”
“Cum for me,” Lucas growled against his ear. “Cum while I fuck you.”
Daniel sobbed as he came, shooting across his abs, his whole body convulsing under Lucas’s relentless thrusts. And Lucas followed right after, slamming deep one last time and spilling into him, groaning loud as his body shook.
He collapsed on top of Daniel, both of them panting, drenched, trembling.
Daniel’s arms wrapped around him, clinging like he’d never let go. His voice was weak, broken, but full of need. “Don’t ever leave me, Lucas.”
Lucas kissed his forehead, jaw tight, chest still heaving. His voice was rough, dark, but honest.
“You’re mine, Daniel. Even if it kills us.”
– The Fallout
The house was heavy with silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the suffocating silence that follows after something breaks—like glass shattering on the floor and leaving shards everywhere, too sharp to sweep up.
Daniel sat on the edge of the bed, shirt half-open, hair damp with sweat, chest still heaving as if his body hadn’t caught up with the disaster his heart had just witnessed. The sheets were tangled behind him, a messy imprint of betrayal, of choices that could no longer be hidden.
Emma stood in the doorway. She hadn’t screamed. She hadn’t thrown anything. She hadn’t collapsed into tears the way Daniel thought she might. Instead, her voice was cold, flat, cutting in a way that almost hurt more than if she’d slapped him.
“I knew,” she said. Her arms were folded across her chest, but her hands trembled. “Not the details. Not…this. But I knew.”
Daniel opened his mouth, but no words came. His throat felt raw, his tongue heavy. What was there to say? That he was sorry? That it wasn’t what it looked like? Lies. They would only make the scene crueler.
Emma’s gaze slid to Lucas, who stood behind Daniel, shirtless, unapologetic, breathing just as heavily. She stared at him, not like a sister, not like family, but like a stranger she wished she had never met.
“You,” she whispered. “My brother. My own blood.” Her voice cracked for the first time, but she swallowed it down and turned back to Daniel. “And you—my husband.”
Daniel’s chest tightened until it felt like he couldn’t breathe. “Emma…” His voice was hoarse. “Please—”
“No,” she cut in, sharp and final. “Don’t. You don’t get to beg now. You don’t get to explain.”
Lucas shifted, his jaw tense, but he didn’t speak. His silence said enough—he wasn’t sorry. He wasn’t ashamed. If anything, his presence radiated a twisted kind of claim, as if Emma’s discovery only cemented what he wanted: Daniel, no matter the cost.
Emma exhaled slowly, as though forcing herself to stay calm. “I won’t fight. I won’t scream. But I won’t stay either. I’ll have the papers sent to you. You’ll hear from my lawyer.”
The word—papers—hit Daniel like a blade. It was too real, too final. His stomach knotted, bile rising. “Emma, please, don’t do this. We can—”
Her eyes snapped to him, blazing now, her mask slipping. “Don’t you dare ask me to forgive this. You’ve been lying to me in my own home. You’ve been sleeping with him under my roof.” Her voice cracked, and this time, tears filled her eyes, though she blinked them back furiously. “I gave you everything, Daniel. And you… you gave yourself to my brother.”
Daniel’s body ached with guilt. He reached for her, but she stepped back. The rejection stung more than any slap could have.
Lucas finally spoke, his voice low, rough. “He doesn’t belong to you anymore, Emma.”
The words dropped like poison into the room. Emma stared at Lucas, stunned, and then gave a short, bitter laugh. “You really believe that, don’t you? That you can just take what isn’t yours? That you can ruin lives and call it love?”
Lucas didn’t flinch. His hand brushed Daniel’s shoulder, possessive. “I don’t call it love. I call it truth.”
Emma’s lips tightened. She looked back at Daniel one last time, her expression filled with something worse than anger—disappointment. A quiet, bone-deep kind that told him he’d lost more than her trust. He’d lost the version of himself she believed in.
“Goodbye, Daniel,” she whispered.
And then she turned, walking down the hall, her footsteps echoing until the front door slammed shut.
The silence that followed was unbearable. Daniel felt the tears burn hot in his eyes, but he pressed his palms against them, trying to stop himself from breaking. His chest heaved, his throat thick with the cry he wouldn’t let out.
Lucas stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his hand sliding against Daniel’s back. “She’s gone. You’re free now.”
Daniel jerked away. “Free?” His voice cracked. “You think this is freedom? I just lost my wife, Lucas. I lost everything.”
Lucas’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t back down. “You didn’t lose everything. You still have me.”
Daniel turned on him, eyes blazing with a fury that barely masked his grief. “You’re the reason I lost her!”
The words cut deep. Lucas flinched, but only for a moment. Then his expression hardened again, cold and unyielding. “You wanted this as much as I did. Don’t put it all on me.”
Daniel’s shoulders slumped, his fight draining away. He buried his face in his hands, his body shaking. He didn’t even know if he was angry at Lucas, at himself, or at the mess of desire that had led him here. All he knew was that Emma was gone, and the echo of that slammed door felt like the end of everything.
Minutes passed—hours maybe. Time lost meaning.
It was only when a soft knock rattled the doorframe that Daniel lifted his head.
Adrian stood there, leaning casually against the wall, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Rough night, huh?”
Daniel’s stomach dropped. Adrian’s presence was like a shadow creeping back in, a reminder of another secret, another betrayal Emma never knew about.
Lucas stiffened. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Adrian smirked faintly, ignoring Lucas. His gaze locked on Daniel, steady, deliberate. “I heard the storm. Thought you might need someone to…calm it.”
Daniel swallowed hard, his throat dry. His whole body was trembling, torn between grief, guilt, and the magnetic pull of the two men standing before him.
Emma was gone. The marriage was over.
But the danger? The desire? That had only just begun.
– The Papers
The knock at the door was sharp, professional, without hesitation.
Daniel had been expecting it, but when it finally came, it still felt like a blade pressed against his chest.
He opened the door to a courier in a pressed uniform, clipboard in hand. “Delivery for Daniel Morgan,” the man said flatly, holding out a slim, sealed envelope.
Daniel took it with trembling fingers. His name was printed across the front in Emma’s neat, unmistakable handwriting. The sight of it made his throat close. He signed without reading, barely mumbling a thanks before shutting the door with a soft click.
The envelope was heavier than it should have been. Heavy with finality. Heavy with everything he had destroyed.
Lucas was sprawled on the couch, shirtless, arms behind his head, as though the collapse of Daniel’s marriage meant nothing at all. He glanced at the envelope and smirked. “Let me guess. The end of your fairy tale?”
Daniel’s glare was sharp enough to cut. “Don’t.” His voice was low, dangerous. “Not now.”
But Lucas only shrugged, his jaw tense, his eyes betraying the possessiveness he couldn’t hide. “She was never going to last, Daniel. We both knew it.”
Daniel turned away, sinking into the armchair across the room. His hands tore at the flap until it ripped open. Papers slid free, crisp and cruel, stamped with the seal of the court. Words blurred as he scanned them, his chest tightening with every line: Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Grounds: Irreconcilable differences.
But it wasn’t the legal jargon that broke him. It was Emma’s signature at the bottom. Precise. Final. A piece of her he could never take back.
His chest shook as he pressed the papers against his knee, staring down at the ink. She hadn’t even left a note. No plea. No explanation. Just a signature, as if he were nothing more than a contract she had voided.
The tears came then, unbidden, hot and humiliating. He bent forward, elbows on his knees, fingers tangled in his hair.
Lucas stood, crossing the room. His shadow loomed over Daniel, steady and unrelenting. “Stop crying for her,” he muttered, crouching low, voice rough. “She let you go. I never will.”
Daniel lifted his head sharply, his eyes raw, furious. “You don’t get it, Lucas. I loved her.”
The words hung between them, heavy and sharp. Lucas flinched, but his jaw hardened again. “Then why are you here—with me? With Adrian?”
As if summoned by his name, the door creaked open again. Adrian leaned against the frame, calm as ever, his presence as invasive as smoke in a closed room.
“Papers, huh?” he drawled, eyes flicking to the crumpled envelope. “Guess that makes you officially available.”
Daniel’s breath caught. He felt exposed, raw, torn apart by both men’s gazes. Lucas glared at Adrian, his fists curling. “This isn’t your moment. Back off.”
But Adrian ignored him, stepping inside, his eyes locked on Daniel. “She’s gone, Daniel. That life is gone. Stop killing yourself over it. You can’t go back.”
Daniel’s chest heaved. His grief was still sharp, still bleeding, but Adrian’s words struck a brutal truth. There was no undoing what had been done. No mending what had been shattered.
Emma had signed him away.
And now, he was caught between the two men who refused to let him go.
Lucas crouched closer, his hand gripping Daniel’s knee. Adrian stood tall behind him, watching, waiting, a predator patient for his chance.
Daniel shut his eyes. The papers slid from his lap, fluttering to the floor.
And for the first time, he realized the divorce wasn’t the end of his story. It was only the beginning of another one—darker, messier, tangled with desires that would never let him escape.
Part 1
Daniel sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the envelope still lying torn on the nightstand. The divorce papers had come earlier that morning, stamped, signed, and final. Emma was gone.
The silence pressed down on him. For years, that marriage had been his shield, even when it felt like a cage. Now it was gone, leaving him raw, exposed, and trembling.
The door slammed open.
“Daniel.”
Lucas’s voice was sharp, guttural. His eyes burned with a fury Daniel had never seen before—possessive, wounded, and desperate all at once. He didn’t knock, didn’t wait. He crossed the room in heavy steps, fists clenched at his sides.
“You just let her walk away?” Lucas growled, his jaw tight. “You think that means you can walk away from me too?”
Daniel shook his head, words choking in his throat. “Lucas, I—”
But Lucas didn’t let him finish. He grabbed Daniel by the collar, yanked him up off the bed, and slammed him against the wall. The drywall cracked faintly under the impact. Daniel gasped, but his body lit up at the roughness, at the need radiating off Lucas’s skin.
“You’re mine,” Lucas snarled, pressing his forehead to Daniel’s. “I don’t care what papers she sent. I don’t care if Adrian’s been in your bed. You belong to me.”
Daniel’s breath hitched. He wanted to fight it, deny it, but the truth pulsed in his chest—Lucas had always owned him.
Lucas’s hands roamed roughly down his chest, digging into his abs, then gripping Daniel’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Say it,” he ordered.
Daniel’s lips parted, but nothing came out—only a shiver.
Lucas’s hand slid lower, cupping Daniel through his sweats, squeezing. “Say it, or I’ll fuck it out of you.”
Daniel whimpered. His knees buckled as Lucas shoved the fabric down and spun him toward the wall, pinning his chest flat against it. Lucas’s breath was hot on his ear as he whispered, “You’ve been acting like a mess. Let me remind you who the fuck you belong to.”
The first thrust was brutal, a claim more than a kiss. Daniel’s head fell forward, lips parting in a moan that filled the room. His fingers clawed at the wall, trying to hold himself steady as Lucas’s hips slammed into him, relentless.
“You’re mine,” Lucas repeated, each word punctuated by a rough thrust. “Mine. Not hers. Not Adrian’s. Mine.”
Daniel’s voice cracked, breathless and broken. “Lucas—”
“Say it!”
Daniel’s body arched back against him, needing the pressure, the heat, the dominance. Every inch of him was on fire, every nerve lit up. He turned his head, gasping, whispering the words that had been buried inside him for too long.
Chapter 13 – The Final Claim
The divorce papers were gone. Emma was gone. That chapter of Daniel’s life was shut and buried, and what rose in its place was this—darkness, hunger, and the kind of obsession that burned hotter than love ever could.
Lucas was the first to storm in. He didn’t knock, didn’t hesitate, just shoved Daniel against the bedroom wall so hard the frame shook. His lips crashed onto Daniel’s, teeth cutting his lip open. Blood mixed with spit, and Daniel moaned into it like he’d been waiting for this kind of violence.
“You’re mine,” Lucas growled, voice shaking, fury and lust tangled together. He dragged Daniel down onto the bed, pinning him flat, ripping his shirt open to expose the thick muscle and abs underneath. “I don’t give a fuck who touched you. Who claimed you. You’re mine.”
He shoved Daniel’s legs apart, not even waiting, grinding his hard cock against him. Daniel gasped, nails dragging down Lucas’s back, already arching for more.
But before Lucas could sink in, the door slammed again.
Adrian.
His eyes were wild, jaw clenched. He took in the scene—Daniel sprawled, Lucas on top of him—and his rage boiled over. “That’s it.”
In two strides, Adrian was on them, yanking Lucas back by the shoulder and throwing him against the wall. The tension exploded into chaos—Lucas swung, Adrian shoved harder, fists threatening to fly—until Daniel’s voice cut through the storm.
“Stop,” he demanded, voice broken but sharp, dripping with need. “If you want me… then take me together. Break me apart. Tonight, I’m yours. Both of you.”
That was all it took.
Lucas ripped his pants off, thick cock already dripping, and forced Daniel onto all fours. Without hesitation, he slammed inside—hard, raw, rough. Daniel’s scream tore out, his body clenching, tight as if untouched. Lucas’s teeth sank into the back of his shoulder, and he pounded without mercy.
“You take it so damn tight—like a newborn,” Lucas hissed, rutting deeper, faster, claiming him with every brutal thrust.
Daniel clawed at the sheets, crying out, body shaking under the relentless assault. “F-fuck… Lucas…”
Then Adrian moved behind him. Watching, breathing heavy, cock already red and throbbing. He grabbed Lucas by the hair, yanking him back mid-thrust. “Move. Now.”
Lucas smirked, pulling out with a wet slap, cum dripping down Daniel’s hole. “Fine. But you better make him scream.”
Adrian didn’t wait. He lined himself up, bigger, angrier—and drove in all at once. Daniel’s cry turned guttural, body convulsing, hole stretched raw, blood mixing with slick.
“Take it,” Adrian snarled, pounding into him like he wanted to split him in two. “Take it like a man.” His thrusts were merciless, hips slamming, balls slapping hard.
Daniel collapsed face-first into the sheets, sobbing and moaning at once, voice breaking with every stroke. His ass was red, puffy, wrecked, dripping with cum and blood.
Lucas wasn’t done. He climbed up onto the bed, shoving his cock into Daniel’s mouth, choking him deep. “That’s it. Cry for us. You were born to be used like this.”
Daniel gagged, tears streaming, spit running down his chin, hole being split open from behind while his throat was fucked raw from the front. His whole body shook, sweat soaking his skin, muscles flexing and breaking.
Adrian leaned down, lips by his ear, growling through his thrusts. “You were born to bottom. This hole—” he slammed in harder, tearing a broken scream from Daniel “—was made for me.”
Lucas shoved even deeper down Daniel’s throat, his words ragged. “And no matter what—” he came first, flooding Daniel’s mouth, hot cum spilling down his throat “—you’re still mine.”
Adrian was relentless, rutting until Daniel’s hole was red, swollen, dripping. Finally, he buried himself one last brutal time, groaning deep as he released, cum and blood leaking out around him, staining the sheets.
Daniel’s body gave out, shaking, legs trembling, chest heaving. He collapsed, wrecked, unable to move. Lucas and Adrian stood over him, panting, both dripping sweat, both staring down at what they’d done.
Daniel turned his head, cheek pressed into the mattress, lips split, voice hoarse but steady.
“This is it,” he whispered, broken and owned. “No Emma. No lies. Just us. And I’ll take every second—even if it kills me.”
Neither Lucas nor Adrian answered. They just crawled in beside him, tangled bodies, cum-slick and ruined, none of them able to walk, none of them willing to let go.
It wasn’t love. It wasn’t safe. It wasn’t sane.
But it was theirs.
Epilogue – The Morning After
The room reeked of sweat, sex, and blood. Sheets twisted, torn, stained with everything they’d poured into Daniel’s body.
He woke first. His throat ached raw, his lips split, his hole burning, stretched beyond repair, red and swollen. Every muscle screamed when he tried to move. He couldn’t. Not really.
Lucas was beside him, half-asleep, one arm thrown possessively over Daniel’s waist like he was a prize that could never be stolen. Adrian lay on the other side, jaw clenched even in sleep, his hand still wrapped tightly around Daniel’s thigh as if holding him in place.
Daniel’s chest rose and fell, shallow, trembling. He remembered everything. The violence. The words. The way they’d taken him—harder, rougher, more brutal than anyone ever had. And how he’d given in, begged for more, until he was nothing but wreckage beneath them.
He should’ve felt broken.
But instead… he felt claimed.
Slowly, painfully, Daniel turned his head toward Lucas, pressing his lips against his shoulder. Then toward Adrian, whose grip tightened even in sleep as if he could sense Daniel’s movement.
They had him. Both of them.
Emma was gone. That life was gone.
This was his reality now.
Daniel closed his eyes, letting the pain settle into something almost sweet. He couldn’t walk. He could barely breathe. But he was theirs.
And that was enough.
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