Chapter 1: The Forbidden Glance
The lecture hall buzzed with the restless energy of college students, but for Ethan, a lanky 21-year-old with a mop of dark curls, the world narrowed to one man at the front of the room. Dr. Marcus Reed, his father’s long-time colleague, stood there, all sharp jawline and piercing gray eyes, commanding attention in a tailored suit that hugged his broad shoulders. He was guest lecturing on corporate law, but Ethan couldn’t focus on a damn word. All he could think about was the way Marcus’s deep voice rolled over him like a wave, authoritative and unyielding, making his pulse race in ways he couldn’t ignore.
After class, Ethan lingered, pretending to shuffle papers at his desk while the room emptied. Marcus noticed, of course—he always did. He leaned against the podium, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. ‘Still here, Ethan? Thought you’d be sprinting out with the rest of the herd.’
Ethan’s cheeks flushed, but he met Marcus’s gaze with a defiant tilt of his chin. ‘Maybe I’ve got a question. Or maybe I just like the view.’
Marcus’s smirk widened into something dangerous, predatory. ‘Careful, kid. You don’t know what you’re playing with. I’m not one of your little college boys.’
‘Good,’ Ethan shot back, stepping closer, his voice low and daring. ‘I’m not looking for a boy. I want a man who knows how to take control.’
The air crackled between them, thick with unspoken tension. Marcus straightened, towering over Ethan, his presence suffocating in the best way. ‘You think you can handle me, huh? You’ve got no idea what I’d do to you. I’d tie you up so tight you couldn’t move, make you beg for every fucking inch.’
Ethan’s breath hitched, but he didn’t back down. ‘Promises, promises, Dr. Reed. You gonna stand there talking, or are you gonna show me?’
Marcus’s eyes darkened, a storm brewing behind them. He stepped forward, closing the distance, his hand brushing against Ethan’s wrist—deliberate, electric. ‘My office. Now. Unless you’re all talk, pretty boy.’
Ethan’s heart slammed against his ribs as he followed Marcus down the empty hallway, the older man’s stride confident and predatory. The office door clicked shut behind them, and before Ethan could blink, Marcus had him pinned against the wall, one hand gripping his jaw, the other sliding down to his hip. ‘Last chance to run, Ethan. I don’t play nice.’
‘I don’t want nice,’ Ethan hissed, his voice dripping with challenge. ‘I want you to fuck me up.’
Marcus growled, a low, primal sound, and crashed his lips against Ethan’s, the kiss rough and hungry. Ethan pushed back just as hard, their tongues battling for dominance, but Marcus was relentless. He yanked Ethan’s shirt up, exposing pale skin, and dragged his nails down his chest, leaving red trails. ‘Gonna tie you to my desk, kid. Gonna make that smart mouth of yours choke on my cock till you’re dripping for me.’
Ethan’s knees nearly buckled at the filthy promise, his body already aching, hard and desperate. Marcus’s hand slid lower, palming him through his jeans, and Ethan couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped. ‘Fuck, Marcus—’
‘That’s right,’ Marcus purred, his grip tightening. ‘Say my name when I’ve got you sweating and panting. You’re gonna be so fucking wet for me by the time I’m done.’
The room spun as Marcus shoved him toward the desk, pulling a coil of rope from a drawer with a wicked grin. Ethan’s pulse skyrocketed, anticipation and raw need coursing through him as Marcus began to bind his wrists, the rough texture biting into his skin. This was it—the edge of something dangerous, something he’d craved for too long. And as Marcus’s hot breath ghosted over his neck, whispering promises of rough, unrelenting pleasure, Ethan knew he was about to be utterly, deliciously destroyed.
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