Welcome to Beaconsfield
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : D. J. Manly
Word Count :64750
Publication Date :2010-08-12
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-072-1
Gian was a victim of sexual abuse as a boy at the hands of his uncle. Luckily, he was taken in by a police captain. Years later, Gian himself becomes a cop, and when he is informed about the sexual abuse taking place at a detention center called Beaconsfield, he is determined to make the abusers pay for their crimes. Cory is over eighteen, and therefore should no longer be at Beaconsfield. However, there are no transition houses available. A victim of abuse at the hands of the guards, he does his best to protect a young boy from their vicious atrocities. Paralyzed by fear, and sure that no one cares, he keeps silent. Gian finally gets permission to go undercover at Beaconsfield. Forced to walk the fine line between protecting the residents and securing the evidence he needs to convict the abusers, Gian’s life suddenly becomes a nightmare. There isn't anything he won’t do to protect those at the mercy of the guards…not to mention, that Cory seems to falling in love with him.
“What did you come here for?” Cory asked, moving a little closer to him as he began to drink his beer.
His back was leaning against the bar, his legs comfortably apart. Gian put down the beer. “Want to find out?”
Cory blinked. “Ah…wait…I mean…”
Gian moved up to him and placed an arm around his back. He pulled him roughly against him. He lowered his mouth to his ear. “I want to go somewhere where I can rip those shorts off you because what’s in them is driving me crazy right now.”
Cory felt his hand on one of his buttocks. His erection was pressing against his thigh. He felt himself breathing harder. He laid his cheek against his chest.
Gian released him. “Unless you’re not interested.”
“Me…not interested?” He started laughing.
Gian tilted his head. “Something funny?”
“This is a joke, right? You’re screwing with my head.”
“How much?” He asked softly. “How much for the night and I get to do everything…everything I want.” He met his eyes boldly.
Cory cleared his throat. He could hardly speak. “What does everything mean?” He leaned against him. “Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want to do?” His knees were weak.
“I’d much rather show you than tell you, but I’ll do both at the same time if that turns you on,” he told him, again taking a step back.
“You’re teasing me now,” Cory smiled at him.
“Maybe, but if you want this,” he said running his hand seductively over his chest down to his groin, “then you’ll have to leave here with me now.”
Gian was behind him as they left the bar. “I’ve been drinking,” he told him outside, “so let’s rent a room?”
Cory turned around. “I have one.”
“You still didn’t tell me how much,” Gian said, following him.
“You didn’t tell me what you want to do,” Cory replied, swallowing.
“Yes I did. I said everything.”