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 stood up, clapping his hands together. "This calls for a celebration. Since I didn't lose millions today, I'm taking you out. I'll call Ben and Miles—we're hitting the club tonight."


"Wait, no," I cut in immediately. "I need to get back. Zayn is the only one at home, and things are... delicate."


Jude laughed, shaking his head. "He's a grown man, Evric. Nothing is going to happen to him. I finally managed to pull you out of your shell; I'm not letting you go back this early." He then pivoted, knowing my weakness for professional growth. "Besides, you owe me. Use the rest of the afternoon to give me a proper lecture on how you spotted that fraud. Consider it a mentorship session."


I had no choice. I started lecturing him on forensic accounting and risk assessment, but my focus was fractured. Under the table, I pulled out my phone and accessed the encrypted CCTV feed of the house.


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