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.

He stopped me instantly, pulling his hand away and pushing back slightly from the table. "Enough. Don't talk about him again and—"


I didn't let him finish the rejection. I knew I had to push him, gently, past his initial defensive wall.


"I understand how you're feeling right now," I said, my voice steady but firm. "I know this brings up a lifetime of anger and pain, and you have every right to feel that. But no matter how much you want to shut down or get angry, you still need to see him."


I leaned in, trying to catch his gaze. "He's your father, Zayn. He left you when you were younger, yes. That failure is entirely his. But ignoring him now doesn't fix the pain; it only denies you the chance to look him in the eye and say everything you've ever wanted to say. It denies you the chance to see if he is truly a changed man, or if he's the same selfish person you remember."


Chapter 321 - Chapter 321: Anger, Apologies, and Affection