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.

"I'll be there," I replied quickly before ending the call.


"What?" His eyes widened, and a flicker of panic crossed his face.


I couldn't help but smile at his expression.


He stared at me, clearly unimpressed. "What's funny? We're talking about your father. Rogan Draeven. There's nothing funny about that, Evric."


"Relax," I told him calmly. "This is my house. He won't step beyond the living room, I know him. He's never going to pass that point."


I gestured toward the stairs. "Come on, I'll get changed first, then I'll go see him."


I rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You have nothing to worry about. Just stay in my room until I'm done. Then I'll come back to you, alright?" 


We headed upstairs together. I took a quick shower, changed into fresh clothes, and stepped out to see Zayn also getting dressed.


Chapter 54 - Chapter 54: Tensions and Threats