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.

"Proud?" I scoffed softly. "Pride usually involves showing up, Mr. Smith. It usually involves being present for the last how many years?"


"I am aware of my failings," he admitted, his tone practiced. "But I wish to move past them. I want to build a relationship with Zayn and with Liana."


"Why now?" I challenged him. "Is there a sudden inheritance? Or do you need a kidney?"


He frowned, clearly unused to such bluntness. "That is not your concern. Your concern is loyalty to the man you claim to love."


"Zayn is my fiancé. My loyalty is absolute."


"Then you will help me," Hudson stated, his tone shifting from request to command. "As you are the primary influence in his life, you will prepare him for the reunion."


I stared at the sheer audacity of the man. "Prepare him? You expect me to just hand him over?"


"I expect you to do what is rational. I am his biological father. I have certain interests that need addressing."


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