Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession
Tristan Hayes's life took a sharp turn, one moment he was on the cusp of his dream then suddenly found himself drowning. Trauma surgeon residency was brutal enough; losing his scholarship was a knockout blow.
Desperate, he swallowed his pride and became "Titan" at Club Inferno. Six months, and he was their star, his body a commodity. Tonight was his last dance – he was booked for a bachelorette party for a bride-to-be linked to the Mafia family. He remembered the haze of perfume, the clamor, the hands pulling him closer and the willing mouths tasting him. He remembered the bride, her eyes wide, her laughter turning into moans and gasps. He entertained the women, the night ending with the bride's face covered in his thick sticky seed.
After this night, he wanted to close this chapter of his life. He wanted to forget it all. He should have.
Tristan awoke in a cold, unfamiliar room, the fear paralyzing. Now, bound and gagged in a concrete cell, the memory was a burning brand. He learned why they called Giovanni Sokolov "The Siberian Winter."
Giovanni, a face carved from granite, stood before him. "My bride," Giovanni’s voice was a low growl, "You entertained my fiancée, She died a week ago, trying to run away with a man. Your seed was the catalyst. You helped her betray me."
Giovanni leaned closer, his eyes devoid of warmth. "She was running away, Dr. Hayes. You helped her crave forbidden fruit. You opened the door to betrayal." He smiled, a cruel, predatory expression. "Now, you will pay the price of her betrayal. You will take her place... as my companion in bed... my slave and my plaything. Don't worry I'll make you'll enjoy every second of it."
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Chapter: CHAPTER 24: CONFUSIONGIOVANNI'S POVI couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. A murderous, predatory gaze locked onto Tristan, who lay pinned beneath me, a canvas of vulnerable flesh and simmering defiance. The immediate lust that had been thrumming through me, hardening my erection, evaporated, replaced by a sudden, scorching anger.Tristan, my plaything, my possession, had just openly questioned me. A question that twisted like a knife in my gut. He’d asked why, if I saw him as nothing more than a temporary amusement, I wasn’t allowing him to seek pleasure elsewhere. Why wasn't I letting him fuck someone else, or be fucked by someone else?The audacity!A surge of fury flooded my system, hot and volatile. How dare he? How dare he even entertain the thought, let alone voice it aloud? Was he really this insatiable? A cock-and-cum-hungry slut who couldn't be satisfied by me? Hadn't I quenched his… urges, enough?I had painstakingly convinced myself that Tristan was just a plaything, albeit a particularly exq
Last Updated: 2025-05-03
Chapter: CHAPTER 23: SOMETHING BETWEEN USTRISTAN'S POVThe sunlight, a brazen intruder, sliced through the gap in the curtains, stabbing me awake. I groaned, a pathetic sound swallowed by the silence of the room. Should have checked that damn curtains last night. My body screamed in protest as I pushed myself up, a symphony of aches and throbs echoing the relentless rhythm Giovanni had hammered into me.Giovanni. A curse word whispered in the dark recesses of my mind.I sat on the edge of the obscenely large bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, stretching limbs that felt stretched too thin. Every muscle protested, a testament to the brutal pleasure Giovanni had extracted. Pleasure? A bitter laugh escaped my lips. More like… ownership. My ass throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, a constant reminder of his possessive claim.My boxers felt tight. Oh great. Morning wood. Seriously? After the multiple orgasms Giovanni had wrung out of me last night, the last thing I needed was this inconvenient surge of blood.I practically bol
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Chapter: CHAPTER 22: ANDY'S FATEGIOVANNI'S POVMy chest heaved, thick and heavy like the musk of sex and sweat that still clung to my skin as I walked out of the room, leaving Tristan behind. "You did well tonight, Tristan. I'm pretty sure our audience in the next room was very satisfied, especially with your moans. I'll send him away now. I'll have someone show you to your room."Those words, spoken with a cool detachment that belied the firestorm raging within me, echoed in my head. Tristan's response to my touch had been…exquisite. The defiance was still there, a spark in his eyes that I couldn't quite extinguish, but beneath it, I sensed a flicker of something else. Something akin to pleasure. The genuine quality of his moans, the unrestrained release of his cum, it all fueled an insatiable desire within me to have him, again and again.I've always been a man of fleeting interests, discarding my bed partners as easily as I changed my clothes. I’m usually done with a man after a night, maybe two. But Tristan… Tr
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Chapter: CHAPTER 21: NOT DONE YETTRISTAN'S POVThe dimly lit room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of our bodies, the air thick with the scent of sweat and lust. Giovanni’s breath came in ragged gasps as he slammed into me, the mirror in front of us reflecting our raw, unfiltered passion. My hands flat against the mirror, a handprint from my sweated hands was imprinted in the smooth surface of the mirror due force of Giovanni’s thrusts. "You’re mine, Tristan," Giovanni growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Say it. Say you’re mine."I don't know why he keep repeating that question. It's like a broken tape that continues on playing. It is as if he wants it to emphasize to someone. My head lolled back, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. "Y-yours," I stammered, my voice hoarse and broken. Giovanni’s lips curled into a smirk, but there was no warmth in it—only a cold, possessive hunger. "Not good enough," he sneered, pulling me out abruptly. I winced as Giovanni’s
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Chapter: CHAPTER 20: CONSEQUENCES, CONSEQUENCESTRISTAN'S POV"Climb into bed now. Get on all fours, facing the mirror. I'm going to wreck that slut hole." Giovanni ordered me.I can still taste his cum in my mouth.Giovanni’s towering figure loomed behind me, his presence heavy and suffocating. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, a stark contrast to the cold anger in his eyes. Giovanni’s jealousy was palpable, a storm brewing in his chest, and I knew I was the cause of it.I thought he was already done reminding me of my transgressions. But I was wrong."You’ve been spending your free time with him," Giovanni growled, his voice low and dangerous. The word him was laced with venom, a clear reference to Andy, the man I had befriended recently. Giovanni’s possessiveness was no secret as I already saw it last time, but I had never seen him like this—rage twisting his features, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "You think I wouldn’t notice? You think I’d let you slip away so easily?"I swallowed hard, my thr
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Chapter: CHAPTER 19: POTENT ADDICTIONGIOVANNI'S POVThe sight of Tristan, just as I had envisioned him countless times, sent a wave of satisfaction crashing over me. Naked. Bound. Blindfolded. Utterly at my mercy. It was a sight I had meticulously crafted in my mind, a vision fueled by a potent blend of desire and dominance. Seeing it realized, however, was intoxicating in a way I hadn’t anticipated.What amused me most was Tristan's defiance. Anyone else in his position would have been groveling, begging for a mere sliver of my attention. The women, the whores, they'd practically dislocate their jaws trying to swallow me whole, hoping for a taste of paradise, a fleeting moment of my favor. And the men... they'd offer up their holes, their fortunes, their reputations, loyalty, anything to be acknowledged.Had anyone else dared to challenge my authority so brazenly, particularly in front of an audience, they'd be decorating the bottom of the ocean or fertilizing the soil six feet under. But Tristan... Tristan was differ
Last Updated: 2025-04-24
Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover
ADRIAN'S POV
My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged.
One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness.
I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation.
"I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us."
He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time."
Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me.
Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t.
It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.
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Chapter: Chapter 59: Food Before Sex (R18+)ADRIAN'S POV The air was thick with the scent of desire, a heady mix of sweat and lust that clung to every surface. Selena and I had just reached our first climax, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close. Our breaths came in ragged gasps, our bodies still trembling from the intensity of what we’d just shared. But the hunger between us was insatiable, a dark and relentless force that demanded more.Selena knelt before me, her fair skin glowing under the dim kitchen light. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face as she looked up at me with eyes that were both hungry and tender. She pushed me gently against the sink, her hands firm on my hips, guiding me into position. I leaned back, my athletic frame braced against the cold stainless steel, my heart pounding in my chest."You’re not done yet," she murmured, her voice low and seductive. Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my cock twitch in anticipation. It was still wet from our earlier encounter, throbbin
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Chapter: Chapter 58: Sex Before Food (R18+)ADRIAN'S POVThe kitchen was a mess, but I didn’t care. The counter behind Selena was cluttered with packages of ingredients for the dinner that I suppose to prepare. But none of that mattered now. All I could focus on was the heat of her body pressed against mine, the way her lips moved against mine like she was trying to devour me whole. Selena’s tongue was fierce, demanding, and I met her challenge with equal intensity. Our kisses were torrid, desperate, like we were trying to erase something—or someone—from our minds.My hands gripping her hips as I ground against her. Her moans were loud, unapologetic, and they fueled the fire burning in my chest. But beneath the surface of my desire, there was something darker, something I couldn’t shake. The image of Damien, my best friend, fucking some stranger in his car flashed in my mind. I’d seen it all—the way Damien’s hands had gripped the stranger’s waist, the way his head had thrown back in pleasure. He was supposed to be waiting for m
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Chapter: Chapter 57: Into Her PlaceDAMIEN'S POVMy breath hitched, finally starting to even out. My heart hammered against my ribs, a lingering echo of the raw, animalistic encounter with Nadia. Just a stranger. A fleeting connection based on nothing but mutual, undeniable need. Nothing more. Nothing Special.Once she was gone, a ghost of perfume hanging in the air, I straightened my clothes, ruthlessly erasing any trace of what had just happened. A quick spritz of air freshener – pine, thankfully – fought against the lingering scent of sex and sweat. Adrian would be here any minute.Except, the minutes stretched on, becoming a small eternity. Thirty minutes crawled by, each tick of the clock a hammer blow against my patience. Adrian was never late. Not like this. Unease coiled in my gut, a cold, constricting serpent.I pulled out my phone, fingers trembling slightly as I dialed his number. Ring, ring, ring… voicemail. I tried again. And again. Finally, on the last attempt, the line went busy. He was
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Chapter: Chapter 56: Car Quickie (R18+)DAMIEN'S POV I was leaning against my car, drumming my fingers on the cool metal, I needed to kill some time. Adrian had informed me that he’d be at least another thirty minutes, stuck in the supermarket’s rush-hour queue. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a shopping cart’s wheels rolling across the asphalt. The parking lot was bathed in the harsh fluorescent glow of the mall’s lights.I sighed, glancing at my watch, when the cart came into view. Pushing it was a woman— a vision of a woman. Her hair was a cascade of blond curls, wild and untamed, and her dress hugged her curves like it was painted on. She moved with confidence.Our eyes met, there was something electric in her gaze, a challenge, a promise. I felt my pulse quicken as she approached, her heels clicking against the pavement like a drumbeat. "Hi," she said, her voice low and husky, with a hint of an accent I couldn’t place. "I’m Nadia.""Damien," I replied, my voice rougher than I intended. I cleared my throat, trying to
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Chapter: Chapter 55: Painful Pick UpADRIAN'S POVAll throughout the afternoon, I was busy planning dinner for Damien. Roast chicken? Too simple. Pasta? He had that last night. I wanted it to be special, a proper apology for the Selena lunch debacle. God, I still felt so guilty about that. I hadn’t even explained it properly – Selena had just sent me a noticed, unexpectedly, and invited me. It was a business thing, sort of, and I hadn’t wanted to be rude. But Damien… Damien deserved better than a mumbled explanation.Of all the people in my world, it was only Damien I never wanted to disappoint. I loved him. I was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with Damien. Of course, he had no idea. He only saw me as his best friend, maybe a younger brother. But to me, he was everything. His sharp wit, his mysterious aura, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he was genuinely amused… it was intoxicating.During my breaks, I busied myself listing ingredients, scribbling notes on napkins, and covertly Googling recipes. Seared T
Last Updated: 2025-04-28
Chapter: Chapter 54: Lunch DramaADRIAN'S POVIt was Monday morning, and I'd just finished my last appointment. Glancing at the digital clock on my desk, I saw it was 11:30 AM, practically lunchtime. Usually, this meant heading over to Damien's office – right across from mine – to see what he was planning to eat. It had become a ritual, a much-needed break in the day and a chance to catch up with my best friend.I was about to make my move when my phone buzzed with a text message notification. I smirked, figuring it was Damien. "Lazy bum can't even walk across the hall," I muttered to myself. But when I picked up my phone, the sender ID was Selena.Selena? It had been a while.My stomach clenched as I read her message: "Hey Adrian, it's been a while since we last saw each other. I know you've been discharged from the hospital. I guess it's time to continue our deal, right?"The "deal." A shiver ran down my spine. I'd almost managed to push it to the back of my mind during my recovery. It was a forced agreement, conco
Last Updated: 2025-04-27
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