The year is 1883. Eduard van De Lier is a Dutchman overseeing a spice plantation on the island of Java, in the South Pacific. His obsessive attraction to dark-skinned men is just one of his many secrets. His wife Marien knows of his indiscretions, but as she's content with their Colonial lifestyle, she stays silent. Until a former lover of Eduard's shows up in their parlor with thoughts of blackmail. Reza was a crewman on the ship that brought the van De Liers to Java. During the passage, Eduard spent many a night in the younger man's arms. Two years have passed, and the last person Eduard expects to find in his drawing room is Reza, a letter in hand that could destroy the life he and Marien lead. Seeing him again ignites Eduard's lust for his first dark lover. He hopes to retrieve the letter, either through seduction or subterfuge, and the longer Reza eludes him, the more his desire grows. But they're on shaky ground, and before things can heat up between them, their world explodes -- literally -- when the unstable island of Krakatoa erupts.

All Shook Up

Then I realize Marcello is still watching.


Maybe it’s because he’s there, beady eyes trained on my body, or maybe Jamie’s worth the money I paid, but when I finally get off, my orgasm rips through me like a gunshot, fast and explosive. Jamie gets a mouth full of my juices and then moves out of the way, spitting me into the toilet beside us as I jerk off the rest of the tension and lust coiled in my groin. Marcello’s eyes gleam in the overhead light, watching me, probably hard himself and enjoying the show. Fuck him, and Jamie too, this whole shitty place. Fuck them all, I think as I come again and again and hate myself for getting off on this.


Chapter 34