Jack Sterling’s world had shrunk to the confines of Blackthorn Penitentiary, where every breath was laced with danger and desire. The concrete cell he shared with Andrew, the 6’5”, 330-pound colossus, was a crucible of tension, each night haunted by the memory of Andrew’s sweat-slicked body,
Jack Sterling was a king—wealthy, muscular, untouchable—until a drug-fueled night with two women at a penthouse party landed him in cuffs. Sentenced to six years in Blackthorn Penitentiary, the country’s most brutal prison, Jack’s world of power and privilege crumbles. Assigned to a cell with Andrew, a towering 6’5” beast of a man