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.

It was the most awkward, humiliating, and utterly hilarious moment of my life.


I could only hope that the connection was bad, or that they were hard of hearing. Please, let them think I was ordering socks! Or maybe that I was trying to describe a very aggressive new dish I wanted for dinner. Anything but the truth.


He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered in a low, wicked voice, "Say hello to your in-laws."


I pulled back just enough to look at him, letting out a nervous, breathless sigh as I shook my head frantically. "No, babe, please."


Before I could object, he spoke deliberately, his voice loud enough for the microphone to catch even if the call had been minimized again.


"Baby, I've put the call on full screen," he said smoothly. "You need to greet them now."


My eyes widened in disbelief. Is he serious? I stared at him, aghast, feeling my cheeks glow crimson again. He was deliberately putting me through this, the absolute menace!


Chapter 334 - Chapter 334: Say Hello to Your In-Laws