Sugarlitics

Alpha Derrick's long life plan was to kill that traitor that destroyed his family as well as everyone in his lineage for revenge.

But he couldn't.

Not when that blue eyed boy made his heart race faster than it ever could.

Not when his hands refused to stay off his body.

Not when he wants him constantly beneath him, moaning his name.

But what can he do when that blue-eyed boy is that traitors only son?
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“You're a monster,” Nathan spat, his eyes blazing with hatred as he took a step back.

Derrick's smile was cold and calculated as he moved forward step by step until Nathan was finally trapped between himself and the wall with nowhere to run. 

He could hear Nathan's heartbeat skyrocket in his chest, and his smile widened. “Oh, is that so?” he drawled. “But you sure as hell didn't think so when you were screaming my name, did you?”

Derrick's hands slid down Nathan's chest, his fingers tracing the curves of his body. He could feel him react and shiver to his touch. Nathan's eyes flashed with anger, but Derrick could see the desire burning beneath.

His lips brushed against Nathan's ear, his breath hot and sensual. Nathan moaned involuntarily, but Derrick heard it and his smile grew wider.

“There, just like that,” Derrick whispered, his voice low and husky. “Let me hear you scream out the name of the man you hate.”

The Enemy’s Son (BL)

I had messed up. I knew it, and only heaven knew what awaited me.

The guards dragged me through different corners of the mansion, my feet scraping against the cold marble floor. My heart pounded as we finally stopped in front of a door. Derrick pushed it open and stepped inside, and before I could react, I was hauled in after him.

The moment I entered, I realized it was a study. A huge brown desk stood in the corner of the room, stacked with neatly arranged files and a laptop. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with old books and documents, giving the space a formal and intimidating aura. The scent of polished wood and leather filled the air, but none of it mattered to me—not when I was about to face Derrick's wrath.

In his Study