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.

Evans chuckled, entirely unconcerned. "Don't worry. You will like me later."


Never, I thought fiercely in my mind. I will never like you.


We drove the rest of the way in silence. His house was less a house and more a futuristic glass and steel monument to wealth. The moment the driver parked, I slipped straight into my dramatic performance.


"Wow, what a mansion!" I shouted, throwing my arms out and tilting my head back like I was admiring the gates of heaven. "Ah-ah! Bro Evans, you are so rich! Look everywhere! See lawn, see house—wow!"


I made a big show of turning in circles, praising every brick.


"Thank you, Nantam," Evans said as he opened the front door for me. "Now, come inside."


I stopped immediately and faced him, dead serious. "Come inside to do what? You've already shown me your fine mansion, and I've seen it. Very beautiful. Thank you."


I stepped back and reached for my pocket. "It's time for me to go home. Let me order a taxi."


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