Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession
Tristan Hayes' 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."
Basahin
Chapter: CHAPTER 52: JEALOUS IS THE GAMETRISTAN'S POV The throbbing in my back flared with every shallow breath. I peeled my eyelids open, disoriented. The low light told me it was night. How long had I been out? My last memory was hitting the gym hard this morning, then… those harpies. Giovanni's past, present, and probably future flings, all vying for his attention, and apparently, seeing me as an obstacle.... a cock greedy slut.A growl rumbled in my chest. They’d ganged up on me, all claws and venomous whispers. One of them, that blonde bitch, had landed a solid power twister to my back. The memory brought a fresh wave of pain. I blinked again, trying to focus. This wasn't my room. Or even the sterile, impersonal medical wing. This was… Giovanni's room.My throat felt like sandpaper. I croaked, clearing it, and spotted a pitcher of water and a glass on the nightstand. Bless Giovanni for at least having that much foresight. I poured a glass, the cool water soothing the dryness. As I swallowed, another unsettling realiz
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-18
Chapter: CHAPTER 51: DARED TO TOUCH HIMGIOVANNI'S POV The leather of the car seat felt stiff beneath me, a stark contrast to the softness I craved. It had been an excruciating few days in Palermo, navigating the treacherous waters of the Sokolov import business. Every handshake felt like a veiled threat, every smile a potential betrayal. But the deal was done, the threat neutralized, and I was finally heading home. To Tristan.God, how I missed him. It wasn't just the sex, though the thought of his body beneath mine, his breathless moans filling the room, consumed me. It was the quiet moments, the way he’d look at me, a mixture of exasperation and something… deeper. A night without Tristan felt like a month in purgatory. I made a mental note: next time, Tristan was coming with me. Business be damned.My fingers drummed impatiently on the console. The car felt too slow, each mile stretching into an eternity. A desperate need clawed at me, a primal urge to see him, to know he was safe, that he was… waiting."Dmitri, faster,
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-14
Chapter: CHAPTER 50: GYM'S RUMBLETRISTAN'S POVThe dull ache had been my constant companion these past few weeks. It wasn't a physical ailment a doctor could diagnose, but a deep, throbbing soreness that resonated from the very core of my being. Being Giovanni's… companion, shall we say, came with its own set of challenges, and lately, his desires had been insatiable, his energy boundless. He was a force of nature, and I, was often left battered and bruised in his wake.The silver lining, if you could call it that, was the sheer volume of mafia business keeping Giovanni occupied. The less free time he had, the more reprieve my body received. So, I found myself almost grateful for the endless meetings and late-night calls, the tension that constantly radiated from him, knowing it meant a few hours of peace for me.Today, I managed to carve out some time for myself and headed to the Sokolov estate's private gym. I needed to sweat, to move, to reclaim some semblance of control over my own body. It had been too long sinc
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-13
Chapter: CHAPTER 49: THE BRATVAGIOVANNI'S POV The leather of the journal felt warm beneath my fingertips, a stark contrast to the cold steel of the vault door I was about to close. Tristan’s handwriting, neat and precise, filled its pages. Pages detailing moments I scarcely remembered noticing, moments of shared laughter, stolen glances, and quiet understanding. Moments that, strung together, painted a picture of something…tender. Something I didn’t think I was capable of inspiring, let alone experiencing.I slammed the vault door shut, the heavy thud echoing the finality of my decision. Tender moments with Tristan. It was almost laughable. For the past few weeks, we'd danced around something resembling a relationship, a dangerous ballet of longing and denial. I'd found myself looking forward to seeing him, to hearing his voice, to the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled.But this wasn’t a fairytale. This was my life, my reality. A reality steeped in blood, betrayal, and the constant, gnawing fear of weakness. An
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-11
Chapter: CHAPTER 48: TENDER MOMENTSTRISTAN'S POVMonths had bled into each other like watercolors on wet paper. The sharp, jagged edges of my captivity had softened, smoothed by the unexpected current of… something. I still lived within the gilded cage of Sokolov estate, but the bars felt less like iron and more like ornate, if slightly suffocating, filigree.It was Giovanni. He was changing. Slowly, painstakingly, like a glacier inching across the landscape, but the change was undeniable. The venomous words, the "slut," the "whore," the dehumanizing labels he’d hurled at me during those first agonizing weeks after he’d taken me… they’d stopped. He still possessed me, body and soul, but the contempt was gone. Replaced by… something else. Something I couldn't quite name, but that made my insides churn with a confusing mixture of hope and dread.He’d started treating me… well. Not like a prisoner, not like a possession, but… almost like a person. Like a partner. The shift was subtle at first. A less brutal touch during s
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-09
Chapter: CHAPTER 47: FALLING HARD AND FASTGIOVANNI'S POV The lingering scent of Tristan clung to me, a heady mix of sandalwood and something uniquely his, something that burrowed deep into my senses. God, the way he moved this morning, the soft sounds he made – it was all imprinted on my mind. My body still hummed with the aftershocks of our early morning encounter. Tristan was a drug, a potent, addictive substance coursing through my veins. He was a poison, undoubtedly, but one I willingly consumed. I never reacted like this to anyone, the raw, primal need that Tristan ignited within me was a force I couldn't control. My carnal urges flared around him, a constant, demanding fire that never seemed to be quenched.A sudden impulse seized me. I scooped Tristan up from the bed, his eyes widening in surprise. He squirmed, a reflexive action, and I felt a flicker of annoyance."Stop squirming," I commanded, my voice sharper than I intended. The word hung in the air between us.To my surprise, he stilled. He stopped struggling an
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-08
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.
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 93: Honor HimDAMIEN'S POV It’s been a year. A year of muted mornings and nights choked with silence. A year since Adrian was swept away, a year since I last saw his infuriatingly handsome face. A year of living with a guilt so profound it felt like a physical weight, pressing down on my chest, stealing my breath.I still couldn’t believe it. One year. Today.With trembling hands, I finally unlocked the door to his room. The cleaning staff had been in every week, dusting, vacuuming, making sure everything was pristine. A morbid ritual I insisted on, a futile attempt to keep him alive, at least in some small way.The air hung heavy, pregnant with ghosts. I stepped inside, the scent of lavender and sandalwood, his favorite, hitting me like a punch to the gut. My vision swam. He was everywhere. I saw him there, sitting at his desk, the lamplight haloing his blond hair, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pored over some medical reports. He’d always wear those ridiculously oversized glasses, per
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-21
Chapter: Chapter 91: Call Me GabeADRIAN'S POVThe days bled then into weeks. Life in Norway settled into a rhythm, a far cry from the chaotic blank canvas I woke up to after the hypnotherapy went sideways.Luckily, Gayle was there. She was a constant, a brightly colored thread woven through the tapestry of my new life. And yes, she was a princess. Princess Gayle of Elyria, to be exact. I still couldn't quite wrap my head around it."You look troubled, Gabe," she said one evening, her voice cutting through my melancholic reverie. We were in her ridiculously opulent living room, a space that still felt alien to me. I was sprawled on a plush velvet couch, while she perched gracefully on an ornate chair, a half-finished sketchpad in her lap."Just… thinking," I mumbled, avoiding her gaze. "About the life I can't remember. About… everything."She sighed softly and set aside her sketchpad. "It's okay to feel that way, you know. It's a huge thing to lose so much of yourself.""I know, I know. It's just… frustrating. I feel
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-14
Chapter: Chapter 91: Dream or Memory?DAMIEN'S POVThe bass vibrated in my chest, each thump a reminder of why I hated clubs. Yet here I was, crammed into this sweaty, pulsating mass of bodies with Adrian, reliving the glory days, or at least trying to.“Remember Mrs. Higgins?” I shouted over the music, leaning close to Adrian’s ear. "The librarian? Holy moly, I still can't believe we pulled that threesome off!"Adrian laughed, the sound a little strained. “Don’t remind me. I’m pretty sure I’m still paying for that with my karma.”We were mid-reminisce about our college conquests, a pathetic attempt to recapture a youth that felt both distant and embarrassingly recent, when the club door swung open, momentarily silencing the music. A waiter, looking flustered and out of breath, threaded his way through the crowd towards us, holding a bottle of wine like it was a ticking bomb.“Compliments of the house,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. He slammed the bottle down on our table and scurried away as if afraid we’d ask questi
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-12
Chapter: Chapter 90: Unknown PastADRIAN'S POV Her assurance was all it took. With a newfound sense of purpose, we made an appointment with the hypnotherapist the very next day. The thought of confronting my past, of delving into the depths of my pain, was daunting. But the promise of a new beginning, of a life free from the shackles of my past, was too enticing to resist."Are you sure about this, Adrian?" Gayle asked, as we sat in the waiting room, the air thick with anticipation. "It's okay if you want to back out. We can always cancel."I shook my head, my jaw set with determination. "No. I need to do this. I'm doing this for myself. And maybe… maybe I'm even doing it for Damien.""For Damien?" Gayle tilted her head, her expression questioning."Yeah," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need to let go of the romantic feelings I have for him. It's the reason our friendship was ruined. I don't want that anymore. I want to be able to see him again, without all the baggage, without all the hurt. I want to be
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-10
Chapter: Chapter 89: HypnotherapyADRIAN'S POV I stared at her, my mouth hanging open. "You're… you're a literal princess? As in, tiaras and castles and waving to crowds from balconies?"She giggled. "Sometimes. Mostly it's just boring meetings and awkward family dinners.""This is ridiculous," I stammered. "Three months ago, I was mistaken for a prince when I just landed in the airport, and now I'm friends with a princess. My life is officially a poorly written fairy tale."Gayle reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "Hey, don't let it get to your head. It's still me, remember? Just Gayle.""But… why didn't you tell me?" I asked, still reeling.Her smile faltered, and she seemed to shrink back a little. "To be honest? I saw you before you even got the job at St. Jude's. I saw you talking to my mother, Queen Victoria, when she summoned you about that mistaken identity thing. I even… I even followed you home after you left."My jaw dropped. "You followed me? You were stalking me?"She blushed, her cheeks turn
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-09
Chapter: Chapter 88: A Literal PrincessADRIAN'S POV The next day, I found myself standing near the cafeteria during lunch, scanning the tables for Gayle. The thought of actually seeking her out was unnerving, but the alternative... another solitary meal, another afternoon of suffocating silence, it was even worse. I saw her sitting alone at our usual table, reading a book.I took a deep breath and approached her. "Let’s… ahm… do you mind... ahm... if we have lunch now?” I said, the words stumbling out, my voice barely above a whisper.Gayle abruptly turned and openly gaped at me. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked completely speechless."Close your mouth, you look... ridiculous," I said to Gayle, a slight, teasing smile tugging at my lips. I couldn't help it. She looked genuinely surprised that I was actually engaging with her."Are you sick? Who are you? What have you done to my sulky friend?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. I scratched my head awkwardly, feeling the familiar heat creep up my neck
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-08
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