They say the body has memory.

I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep.

But I never even knew his real name.

I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous.

He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried.

Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want.

I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane.

And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again.

For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different.

A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark.

What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound.

Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more.

And the worst part?

He's starting to want him, too.


18+ WARNING 
This story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction.
If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously.

Read at your discretion.

The way he said it made my blood boil. "As what?" I shot back. "As some dirty secret? A past night? A side affair I keep hidden like shame?"


My father didn't blink. His face remained carved from stone. "The option is simple."


I gripped my fists. Simple? The word rang in my head like an insult.


"Simple how, Father?" I shot back, my voice cracking with anger. "Tell me, how is this option simple to you? You're advising me to marry someone I do not love, to chain myself to a lie, and in the process treat the one person I do love as if he means nothing. How is that simple?"


Rogan leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady, his tone heavy with authority. "Evric, I'm doing everything for you. I don't want life to become difficult for you. Look around every man in your line of business, leader, and heir; they all have wives. That is the image the world respects. Tell me, how will you stand before them and present a man as your partner?"


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