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.

"Is everything okay?" Zayn's voice was husky from sleep, concern flickering in his gaze as he pushed himself up on one elbow.


I turned to face him, forcing a small smile. Babe… good morning.


"Good morning," he murmured, then studied me more closely. "You look troubled. Is everything okay?"


My chest tightened. "When I told you I didn't want anything to do with my father's request, did you think I was just avoiding responsibility? Look at what's happening now."


I swallowed hard, frustration rising. "My father is forcing me to work with Vanya. I don't want to work with her."


"Who is Vanya?" He asked, his brows knitting together.


"Vanya is Ralph Martixus' only child," I replied, my tone flat. "She's also a CEO now, she just took over her father's position, just like me."


Zayn studied me carefully, tilting his head. "And what's so bad about working with her?"


I clenched my jaw, struggling to put the storm in my chest into words.


Chapter 61 - Chapter 61: Unwanted Seduction