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 79: GREEN EYED MONSTERGIOVANNI'S POVThe words, thick with a bitterness I hadn’t known he possessed, scraped against the lavish silence of the Sokolov Foyer.“I don’t need your money,” Tristan choked out, the words tasting like ash, even to me, though it was his mouth they passed through. His voice, usually steady, wavered, but I pushed through, finding a strength I didn’t know I possessed, a cold, hard resolve. “I don’t need the luxury you gave me. My freedom is enough.”With that, Tristan turned on his heel. He didn’t look back.I watched, frozen, as Tristan’s figure banished from the distance, shrinking with every determined stride down the long, gravel path leading away from the estate.A scoff bubbled up from my chest, sharp and derisive. Dumb. That’s what he was. Utterly, irrevocably dumb. He’d refused the money I’d offered, a king’s ransom meant to buy my peace, to put a neat, transactional end to this disgusting entanglement. His pride, he called it. I called it idiocy. I’d thought he’d be shamele
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-05
Chapter: CHAPTER 78: STARTING OVER AGAINTRISTAN'S POVGiovanni’s voice. It was a sound that had once held the power to soothe, to excite, to command. Now, it was a weapon. It kept ringing in my ears, cutting deeper with each echo, cold, devoid of any warmth or emotion. “Pack your things, Tristan. Get out of my house! A mistress’s son isn’t allowed to stay here. Not anymore.”My heart didn’t just break; it felt like it was carved out, leaving a hollow, bleeding cavity in my chest. He hated me. He truly hated me. So much that he couldn’t wait even a day, not even an hour, to kick me out. I stood there, rooted to the spot, trying to grasp the finality of his words, the sheer brutality of them, when my gaze fell upon Juliana.A smirk. A triumphant, venomous smirk played on her lips, her eyes glittering with a malicious satisfaction that made my stomach churn. She was basking in this. Every single line of her body exuded victory. She snaked her arm around Giovanni’s waist, pressing herself against him, leaning in closer, a cal
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-03
Chapter: CHAPTER 77: KICKING OUTGIOVANNI'S POVThe air in my father’s study was thick with a silence that screamed louder than any shout. The scent of aged leather and Viktor’s noxious cigar smoke clung to the heavy velvet drapes, a tangible representation of the suffocating legacy I was born into. My gaze was fixed on the scattered papers on the antique mahogany desk... documents I’d barely glanced at, yet whose existence had shattered a fragile deceit.Then Viktor’s voice cut through the stillness, flat and devoid of the usual sneer or booming command. It was a statement, a declaration that felt more like an executioner’s pronouncement. “You’re Lucia Morano’s son?”My head snapped up, my gaze, cold and full of a hatred so primal it made my own teeth ache, flicked from the damning papers to Tristan, then to my father. Tristan stood across from me, his shoulders hunched, his usually defiant eyes wide with an unfamiliar vulnerability. The morning light, filtered through the ornate window, seemed to catch the slight t
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-01
Chapter: CHAPTER 76: HALF BROTHER?TRISTAN'S POVThe first tendrils of dawn, pale and tentative, were just beginning to filter through the heavy drapes, painting the luxurious master bedroom in shades of muted grey. My eyes fluttered open, blinking against the lingering haze of sleep, but even before I fully registered the light, I registered the empty space beside me. A familiar, almost comforting ache settled in my chest. Giovanni wasn’t there.A smile, goofy and unbidden, stretched across my face. He was probably already downstairs, his ritualistic cup of rich, black coffee clutched in one of those strong hands I knew so intimately. My heart gave a familiar flutter. It was a secret, the depth of my feelings for him. A love I hadn’t dared utter, hadn't even truly acknowledged to myself until recently, but one that pulsed beneath my skin like a second heartbeat. I knew Giovanni gravitated towards a certain… intensity in me, the aggressive streak he sometimes provoked, the thrill of the chase, the push and pull of our
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-30
Chapter: CHAPTER 75: DADDY?GIOVANNI'S POVThe first rays of dawn, pale and tentative, dared to pierce through the heavy velvet curtains, casting a faint, anemic light across my bedroom. I stirred, a profound sense of satisfaction blooming in my chest. Beside me, Tristan lay, a masterpiece of slumber, his breath soft and even against the crisp sheets. His skin, a canvas of pale alabaster, was artfully marred by the vivid hickeys I’d left during the night—bruises of ownership, declarations of my claim. Each purple blotch, each bruised whisper on his collarbone, neck, and inner thigh, was a testament to the ruthlessness I’d unleashed. I’d fucked him senseless, driving into him with a primal need to bury myself so deep he’d forget his own name, remember only mine. He was mine. Every trembling moan, every gasp of my name, had been a victory cry in the silent war we waged.It was hard, excruciatingly hard, to refrain myself from putting my morning wood on Tristan's hole once more. The urge to wake him, to delve bac
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-28
Chapter: CHAPTER 74: NEVER LETTING YOU GOTRISTAN'S POV The air in Giovanni’s mansion was thick with tension, the kind that clung to your skin like a second layer of sweat. Giovanni, his presence overwhelming, his jealousy a tangible thing that seemed to choke the air from my lungs. I knew Giovanni. I knew how he could be when his possessiveness took hold. And yet, there was a part of me that thrived on it, that craved the intensity of his obsession.“Tristan,” he said, his voice deceptively soft as he closed the distance between us. “You’re mine. And I’m never letting you go.”His words sent a shiver down my spine, equal parts fear and desire. His body pressing into mine, his strength undeniable. His breath was hot against my ear, his lips brushing my skin as he spoke.“Giovanni—” I tried again, but he silenced me with a kiss, rough and demanding, his lips crushing mine. It wasn’t tender, it wasn’t gentle—it was a claim, a reminder of who I belonged to. His tongue thrust into my mouth, dominating, and I couldn’t help but r
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-27
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 118: Not Gonna Waste ItDAMIEN'S POVThe world had shifted on its axis, not in some cataclysmic disaster, but in a quiet, profound way that settled deep within my bones. Adrian had given me a chance. The words still echoed in my ears, a melody I never thought I’d hear. “Okay, Damien,” he’d said, his voice softer than I remembered, yet firm. “You can chase me. But don’t expect it to be easy.”Easy? Nothing about this was easy. My heart, a knot of regret and desperate hope, swelled so much I thought it might burst from my chest. I wanted to fall to my knees, to weep, to shout my thanks to the heavens. Instead, I simply nodded, a silent promise forming on my lips: I will make amends. I will give you everything.The guilt was a constant companion, a heavy cloak I couldn’t shed. Every night, as I lay awake, my mind replayed a montage of past mistakes, each flicker of a memory a fresh stab to my gut. The carefree way I’d flirted with clients at the clinic, the casual intimacy with random women at bars – it was a
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-04
Chapter: Chapter 117: Another ChanceADRIAN'S POVThe first thing I registered was the dull throb behind my eyes, a persistent ache that felt like a tiny drummer had taken up residence in my skull. Then came the unfamiliar scent – a mix of something musky and vaguely sweet, not my own detergent, not my own apartment. My eyes fluttered open slowly, fighting the hazy light filtering through unfamiliar blinds. And then I saw him.Damien.He was there, his face buried deep in my shoulder, his arm a heavy weight across my waist. My breath hitched. We were in bed, that much was clear, but it wasn’t my bed. And we were naked. The stark reality of our intertwined limbs, the warmth of his skin against mine, sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated panic through me. My body felt… wrong. Every muscle protested, a deep, persistent ache that screamed of overexertion. My shoulders, my back, even the soles of my feet felt tender.What the hell happened?My mind raced, trying to grasp at any scrap of memory from last night. Meeting Gayle’s br
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-02
Chapter: Chapter 116: Handcuffed for a TalkDAMIEN'S POVThe morning light, thin and hesitant, crept through the gap in the heavy curtains, painting faint stripes across the opulent hotel room. I woke first, as I always did, my senses instantly alert, my mind racing even before my eyes fully adjusted. Then I saw him. Adrian. Naked beside me, his dark hair a messy halo against the crisp white pillow, a faint flush on his cheek from the warmth of the expensive duvet.A shiver traced its way down my spine, not of cold, but of a profound, dizzying mix of elation and dread. It was like a cruel, beautiful déjà vu, a mirror image of a morning that had haunted my every waking moment for over a year. Back then, waking up to find Adrian beside me, naked and vulnerable, had filled me with a primal disgust, a deep-seated fear of something I couldn't yet name. I’d recoiled, my stomach churning with revulsion at the mere thought of a man. But now... now, there was no disgust. Only a fierce, soaring happiness that made my chest ache. I had
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-31
Chapter: Chapter 115: Mine Forever (R18+)ADRIAN'S POV My hips were gripped, strong hands pulling me up onto my knees. My ass rose, high in the air, a familiar vulnerability already settling deep within me. Sweat slicked my back, a thin film against the cool air of the bedroom, and I could feel a knot of anticipation tightening in my core. Damien’s hands, so sure and possessive, spread my cheeks wide, exposing me fully. I felt a flush creep up my neck. I knew what he saw – my hole, glistening slightly, stretched and used from our frantic rounds moments before, yet still ready, still inviting. His fingers dug into my thighs, a pleasurable ache, as he positioned himself behind me, the blunt head of him brushing against my entrance, a delicious, agonizing tease.“You’re mine,” Damien growled, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrates through my bones. “All mine.” The words resonated deep within me, a possessive claim that, despite everything, sent a complicated shiver down my spine. Mine. All mine. It was a surrender, a pro
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-29
Chapter: Chapter 114: All Mine (R18+)DAMIEN'S POV My heart thrummed against my chest, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs, as I watched Adrian kneel before me. His lips, full and soft, were wrapped around my cock, and he let out a soft groan as the drug coursed through his veins, blurring the edges of his reality. His eyes, when they flickered up to mine, were glassy, unfocused, but there was something in them... a flicker of recognition, or maybe just confusion, something that made my stomach twist in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.“What—what’s wrong?” I asked, my voice rough, deeper than I intended. My fingers tangled in Adrian’s hair almost instinctively, a familiar softness I hadn't felt in years. I tugged lightly, pulling Adrian’s mouth off me for a moment, needing to see those eyes, wanting to know what was going on inside that beautiful, messed-up head of his.Adrian shook his head, a slight tremor running through him. His breaths came in short, uneven gasps, each one a tiny tremor against my thighs. “I—
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-28
Chapter: Chapter 113: Need a Release (R18+)ADRIAN'S POVThe heat started as a flush, a pleasant warmth blooming in my chest after a sip of wine. I’d been nursing the glass for twenty minutes, trying to build up the courage to approach the guest of honor’s brother. Gayle had been my best friend for a year, but her family was on another level entirely. Tonight, at her lavish birthday banquet, I was supposed to finally meet the crown prince.Then the warmth curdled. It turned prickly, invasive. It felt like a thousand tiny ants were crawling just beneath my skin, a frantic, desperate itch I couldn't scratch. The crystal chandelier above bled into a smear of gold, and the polite murmur of the ballroom warped into a low, menacing drone. My vision swam."I... I need some air," I mumbled to no one in particular, setting my glass down with a hand that trembled.The short walk to the restroom felt like a marathon. Each step was heavy, my legs thick as cotton. I gripped the marble countertop of the sink, staring at my reflection. My pup
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-26
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