As the neglected illegitimate child and sacrifice of my family. I had just survived an assassination attempt on my life when my father handed me to the Italian Mafia princess to marry. I was to act as the spy and report everything back to my father, it was my chance to finally make him proud and find out what happened to me. Except I didn’t anticipate NIKOLAI VIKTOROVITCH VOLKOV, the older uncle to my bride and my worst enemy, also the one person who my body betrays me to with the desire to be his. That’s when it dawned on me that I had married the wrong mafia heir.
Lihat lebih banyakAdrian
At the far end corner of the club, I was seated alone.
Masked up.
It was the perfect spot to watch the pole dance of the strippers. There was a new guy and he was the perfect shade of brown.
Hands have always done it for me, and his were well shaped as the rest of him. Strong and tan, edged with dark locks that fell on his shoulder blade.
His perfect abs, and the way he swings around the pole tells me he's been doing it for years.
When he placed his long finger in his lips, I imagined it gripping my cock and others moving in my ass as he lowered his head to suck. I wondered whether his stubble would prickle.
I've had guys who've rasped my balls, leaving my perineum a bit sore.
Those were one of the happy days, too bad, tonight was my last night coming to the gay club.
Even though I had imagined that this day would be nearly impossible to avoid, I had never expected it so soon.
Like every other family like mine, an alliance marriage was not something I could avoid.
A marriage to the opposite sex.
Torture!
My hands clenched tight as a wave of fury ran through my spine. I quickly poured myself a drink but when I looked up-
The new guy's gaze met mine. His leg crossed the other in the six inch heel that wrapped around his ankle all the way to his knees.
Climbing on my table, he slipped into a split. After rounds of twerking and swinging his body, he finally trudged forward to dance on me.
I could sense his thirst, but I wasn't in for it tonight. I threw some hundred dollar bills at him before grabbing my coat.
I had emptied about two bottles of my favorite Teeling Blackpitts Irish whiskey but I wasn't drunk.
Instead of ordering another drink, I decided to retreat to my private room.
The moment I walked into the room, a muscle jumped in my jaw.
I didn't recall requesting any service.
The man shoved the chair back with his legs apart. He had a mask on.
Shoulders thrice bigger than my lean body. Thighs gripping his pants with perfect calves.
Arms perfectly toned, I didn't need to see his body, I already knew how big his abs would be.
But I still haven't been able to figure out how this man was able to come into a key locked room.
“Excuse me…” Those words struggled out of my lips.
But he only smiled.
“How did you…?”
This man didn't wait any further, he pounced on me, pushing me on the bed.
Though I wasn't used to being at the bottom, this man had me under his control.
“Keep shut, and stop asking questions.”
Even his voice was deep and charming and when he leaned to kiss my neck, the smell of his hair, his perfume and soft touches of his lips against my skin had my whole body excited.
My erection was upright against my belly. I could feel my pulse tripping crazily in my throat.
Cupping my face, he loosen the belt off my pants and stripped me bare.
He slipped each button free and pushed his shirt off his shoulder.
He had the grim reaper with a Russian Orthodox cross tattooed on his chest.
And I was right about his abs. It was nothing I've ever seen before.
He had my hands trailed his body to his zipper.
It was pushed out in a curve, tricky to maneuver but I managed, and one quick tug, I had his trousers and boxers thrown on the floor.
When I looked, his nine-inch beautiful monster was staring at me.
It was thick, and smooth.
He made me lie on my chest and crossed my hand behind me as he ran his hands on my skin down to my butt.
This man was in control.
He crossed my hands behind my back, and pulled my legs to my thighs. He climbs over me, on each side of my legs. His hands, close on the round gloves of my ass, half stroking, half gripping.
His hands pinned on my wrist, maintaining me in position. I struggled against his hold, just to test it. He was strong, it was everything I wanted.
I muffled into the sheets, half moaning, half giggling.
It was the first time for me, giving myself to a stranger that has only said two words to me.
Strange, but I liked it.
He pulled me up, and placed his little finger in my mouth. I sucked it, even the ring that had a little ruby on the top.
We didn't see each other's faces. He leaned towards and stretched my hand above my head, pinning it against the sheets.
He looked like he was about to give me a kiss, but when we were just an inch away, he turned to his side, and stroked harder, mercilessly.
He gave a groan, and a shuddering spasm twisted his body. His semen was thick and almost jellied like.
When he turned me over, he placed it in my mouth and I let it slip down my throat.
He didn't wait a second afterwards, he grabbed his coat and went for the door.
I wanted to stop him, and asked for his name,
but if he asked for mine, there was no way I was going to tell.
So instead, I watch him leave.
I sat rigidly, my hands clenched in my lap, the air around me still feeling like it hadn’t cleared since I crawled out of that goddamn trunk. Eventually, I pinched at the hem of my pants, almost like I was trying to hold onto something tangible."Thank you," I muttered, voice barely audible. My eyes stayed fixed on my lap. "I really hoped you’d come."There was no response. Just the steady sound of the car moving down the road.Still, I dared a glance at him—Nikolai. His cold eyes were already on me.I looked away quickly, heart thudding.Then, because I couldn’t ignore the itch any longer, I asked, “Who is Felix?”I didn’t expect a straight answer, but some part of me hoped I’d earned even a sliver of trust—after all, he came for me.Nikolai scoffed. “Not your business.”And just like that, the door slammed shut again.I nodded to myself, lips pressing into a thin line. I should’ve known better. There were layers to this man I’d never reach. Locked vaults sealed with blood and iron.
Adrian’s POVThe last thing I remembered was the sudden blow to my head. A sharp, ringing pain had sliced through my skull, and I’d barely managed to fumble for my phone—Nikolai’s name glowing on the screen—before everything went black.Now, my eyes fluttered open to darkness.My wrists burned. My mouth was dry. Something sticky and tight was sealing my lips shut. I couldn’t move. Panic rushed through me like a tidal wave as I blinked against the blackness. The air was stifling, stale. My body was bent in a painfully awkward angle, and I realized—I was in a trunk.A damn trunk.The thin space, the stuffy air, the pressure on my chest—it all hit me at once. My mouth was taped shut, and I felt the adhesive stretch too close to my nostrils. Breathing became a struggle, a desperate, gasping task. My legs were bound, my hands behind me—completely immobile. I began to thrash, banging the back of my head against the metal, hoping, praying someone would hear. Each second felt like a lifetime
Nikolai’s POVThe night had settled deep and heavy over the city by the time I stepped out of the car. Adrian stood near the gate, flanked by four burly security men. Five cars sat ready, engines humming low, like beasts waiting to pounce. Without hesitation, I climbed into the front seat of the lead car. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. None of us spoke, but I could feel their eyes on me, waiting, questioning.The convoy moved smoothly through the dark streets, each car a shadow against the city lights. The closer we got to the Moretti estate, the heavier the silence became. I focused on the road ahead, trying to calm the storm churning in my chest. Adrian’s bruised face haunted my mind—the vulnerability in his eyes was something I wasn’t prepared to see, yet couldn’t forget.When we finally crossed the gates of the estate, a sudden movement caught my eye. Leonardo—disheveled and in his pajamas—rushed out toward us, his face twisted in surprise.“I’m here to visit. W
Nikolai’s POVThe night had settled deep and heavy over the city by the time I stepped out of the car. Adrian stood near the gate, flanked by four burly security men. Five cars sat ready, engines humming low, like beasts waiting to pounce. Without hesitation, I climbed into the front seat of the lead car. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. None of us spoke, but I could feel their eyes on me, waiting, questioning.The convoy moved smoothly through the dark streets, each car a shadow against the city lights. The closer we got to the Moretti estate, the heavier the silence became. I focused on the road ahead, trying to calm the storm churning in my chest. Adrian’s bruised face haunted my mind—the vulnerability in his eyes was something I wasn’t prepared to see, yet couldn’t forget.When we finally crossed the gates of the estate, a sudden movement caught my eye. Leonardo—disheveled and in his pajamas—rushed out toward us, his face twisted in surprise.“I’m here to visit. W
Nikolai's POVIt had been over four hours since Adrian left the office, and now with the clock nearing closing time, there was still no sign of him. I tried not to let it get under my skin. People disappear all the time, and Adrian Moretti wasn’t exactly someone I wanted to start worrying about. Still, something about the silence gnawed at me like a splinter under my fingernail.I shut down my computer, the hum of the machine quieting into nothingness. Just as I grabbed my coat, Gregory, who had been on a hushed phone call across the room, turned toward me.“It seems Felix made a visit to Francisco Moretti,” he said, voice low.I paused, letting the words sink in before a slow, cruel smile curved on my lips. “So the Moretti wants to partner with the Guerreros?” I asked, even though we both knew what this could mean.“I don’t have the full details yet,” Gregory admitted, “but the word is, Francisco wants to take over as the head of the Morettis. If that happens… Adrian becomes useless.
Adrian’s POVI pushed my chair back and stood slowly. “Thank you for the food,” I said, not because I meant it, but because manners were a hard habit to break. “I’ll be heading back.”Leonardo barely looked up from his glass. “Your uncle’s staying the night. You should stay too.”My lips curled into a smile, thin and forced. “I think it’s better I leave,” I replied lightly, trying to mask the tightness crawling up my spine. “There’s nothing I’m doing here anyway.”Francisco scoffed. “Let him go. He’s useless here.”My jaw clenched, but I didn’t rise to it. I was used to his needling. But just as I turned, Francisco spoke again.“Now, about the Moretti road construction project. We need to talk. Derek’s better suited for the job.”Leonardo snapped his head toward him. “Why give it to Derek when the construction manager is already there?”Francisco slammed his glass on the table. “It’s time a Moretti starts learning about the family business.”Leonardo didn’t hesitate. “If anyone’s goin
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