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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Blood and Desire
Fernando's POV The taste of Michael lingered on my lips like something forbidden and intoxicating. I wasn’t sure what had come over me—no, that was a lie. I knew exactly what it was. Ever since the moment I woke from my coma and saw him again, something primal had returned. A hunger. A pull. And this morning, that pull had become unbearable.Michael’s body was warm against mine, tense with resistance but undeniably soft where I held him. My fingers were firm around his waist, unwilling to let go. His hands pushed against my chest again, harder than last time, but his lips were still locked with mine. For a moment, I let myself believe he wanted this too. For a moment, I tasted triumph.Then I felt it. Sharp, quick, agonizing.He bit me.“Shit!” I growled, staggering back and clutching my lip as the taste of blood mixed with desire.Michael stood there, panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the loose shirt he had thrown on earlier. His eyes burned with rage.
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Michael's POVI gripped the bedsheets as I gritted my teeth and buried my face into the soft mattress, feeling Marlo’s sweat falling on my back and soft moans escaping his lips while he continued thrusting with more strength than necessary. "Fuck, you're so tight" he said.I bit back the pain that was building within me and tried my best to endure whatever pain I could feel in my hole.This was all a means to an end.Before I could process my thoughts any further, he turned me around, his muscular arms wrapping around me.He knelt on the bed and raised me to sit on his hard cock. I stared at him, wondering what sex position he intended to do this time.After spending more than twenty minutes servicing his dick and nipples, I was already exhausted. He wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back on his hand and gave me one the ugliest smirk I have ever seen escape the lips of a man."Ride me until I burst inside you" Marlo said, his breath resting on my face.He brought his lips to
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Fernando’s POVI stood at the doorway, unmoving, the weight of my presence alone suffocating the space between us. The dim lighting of the hallway cast my shadow long and imposing, stretching into the room where the scent of sweat and sex still lingered in the air.I let the face of the man standing in front of me roll through my mind, tasting it, testing it. I didn’t know him. Not yet. But the way he stiffened, the way his breath hitched as our eyes met—it was delicious. Terror clung to him like a second skin, thick and visible, and I enjoyed every damn second of it.He wasn’t just scared.He was petrified.And I thrived on fear.He stood frozen, still gripping the doorknob as if he could will himself out of this situation by sheer force alone. But there was no escape—not from me.A slow smirk spread across my lips as I tilted my head, taking in the sight before me. His shirt was half-buttoned, the fabric slightly wrinkled, a clear indication he had hurried to dress up and leave.
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Michael’s POVThe bright lights of the supermarket shined above me, casting a white glow over the neatly stocked shelves. The scent of freshly baked bread and aroma filled the air, an odd contrast to the tension twisting inside my chest. I pushed the shopping cart down the aisle, gripping the handle so tightly my knuckles turned white.Ashley strolled beside me, scanning the shelves for something sweet. She was humming softly, utterly at ease, completely unaware—or maybe just ignoring—how fucking angry I was.I turned to her, exhaling sharply. “I let him intimidate me” I said.Ashley grabbed a bag of gummy bears and tossed it into the cart without looking at me. “Mhm.”I scowled. “Don’t mhm me. You don’t get it.”She finally turned to face me, her lips twitching. “Oh, I get it.” Her voice was laced with amusement, which only fueled my frustration. “Fernando caught you sneaking out of Marlo’s room half-dressed, and he played with you like a cat with a mouse.”I gritted my teeth.
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Fernando’s POVI leaned back in my chair, swirling the deep red wine in my glass as my maid, Emilia, carefully lifted another forkful of food to my lips. I parted them just slightly, letting her slip the tender piece of meat inside. I chewed slowly, savoring the flavors. It was a good meal—perfectly cooked and seasoned just right.Yet, the presence of the man standing before me was ruining my appetite.“Boss, I swear I don’t know how it happened,” Marlo stammered, shifting nervously from foot to foot. His voice grated on my nerves, filled with desperation, regret, and the kind of blind devotion that bored me.I raised a hand, stopping Emilia from feeding me the next bite. My sharp gaze lifted to Marlo, and he visibly flinched.I sighed. “Marlo.”“Yes, Boss?”I set my glass down with deliberate slowness. “Are you aware that I despise incompetence?”“Yes, Boss.” He bowed his head.“And yet,” I continued, my tone smooth but sharp as a blade, “here you are, in my dining room, telling
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Michael's POV I could feel his breath against my face, warm and slow, teasing the tension in the air between us. My own breathing had turned shallow, uneven. This wasn’t how I wanted to confront Fernando whenever i saw him, but I couldn’t help it. My body always seemed to shut down each time we were mere inches apart. The scent of his cologne—rich, dark, and laced with the faintest trace of smoke—filled my lungs, making my stomach coil.Fernando's hand was firm on my jaw, fingers pressing just hard enough to remind me of his strength, of his control. His dark eyes bore into mine with an intensity that threatened to unravel me right there. I hated him, but I couldn't let him see that. Not when I was already at such a disadvantage.My mission came first while my revenge would follow afterwards but it was hard to hide my disdain for him.I should have hidden it better. The resentment, the burning rage. I had spent years perfecting my mask, smoothing out every sharp edge that could
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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Blood and Desire
Fernando's POV The taste of Michael lingered on my lips like something forbidden and intoxicating. I wasn’t sure what had come over me—no, that was a lie. I knew exactly what it was. Ever since the moment I woke from my coma and saw him again, something primal had returned. A hunger. A pull. And this morning, that pull had become unbearable.Michael’s body was warm against mine, tense with resistance but undeniably soft where I held him. My fingers were firm around his waist, unwilling to let go. His hands pushed against my chest again, harder than last time, but his lips were still locked with mine. For a moment, I let myself believe he wanted this too. For a moment, I tasted triumph.Then I felt it. Sharp, quick, agonizing.He bit me.“Shit!” I growled, staggering back and clutching my lip as the taste of blood mixed with desire.Michael stood there, panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the loose shirt he had thrown on earlier. His eyes burned with rage.
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Blood and Desire
Fernando's POV The taste of Michael lingered on my lips like something forbidden and intoxicating. I wasn’t sure what had come over me—no, that was a lie. I knew exactly what it was. Ever since the moment I woke from my coma and saw him again, something primal had returned. A hunger. A pull. And this morning, that pull had become unbearable.Michael’s body was warm against mine, tense with resistance but undeniably soft where I held him. My fingers were firm around his waist, unwilling to let go. His hands pushed against my chest again, harder than last time, but his lips were still locked with mine. For a moment, I let myself believe he wanted this too. For a moment, I tasted triumph.Then I felt it. Sharp, quick, agonizing.He bit me.“Shit!” I growled, staggering back and clutching my lip as the taste of blood mixed with desire.Michael stood there, panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the loose shirt he had thrown on earlier. His eyes burned with rage.
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Fernando's POV The private jet touched down on the airstrip with the same grace I had grown accustomed to. Smooth. Precise. Controlled. Just like I demanded everything around me to be.The engines went into silence as the cabin door opened, letting in the sweet America air. Santiago’s estate wasn’t far from here—about a forty-five-minute drive through the winding roads that led into the hills.As soon as we arrived, I stepped out first.Custom black Italian leather boots hit the tarmac with a soft thud. My tailored charcoal suit clung to me like armor, and the sunglasses did little to hide the storm that still brewed behind my eyes. The aftermath of England still simmered in my veins. Michael followed closely behind, stepping down the metal stairs with less grace than usual. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the stiffness in his jaw. He hadn’t said much since the plane lifted off.I hadn’t either.We both pretended not to notice the distance forming between us.Sant
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Anger in the Air
Michael’s POV The black car came to a stop near Santiago’s private jet, its turbines humming softly in the morning fog that still lingered over the tarmac. With a deep breath, I stepped out of the vehicle, the weight of everything that had happened in the last few hours heavy on my shoulders. The cool English air brushed against my face, a cruel contrast to the fire burning in my chest. Fernando stepped out next, his expression unreadable, his posture commanding as always. His voice cut through the silence.“Michael. On the plane. We’re leaving. Now.” I blinked, taken aback. “What about Marlo? And Mortis? Emilio?”He didn’t answer. He walked ahead, his boots sounding on the ground as if to punctuate the fact that he was done explaining anything to me. My fists clenched. I stood there for a second, unwilling to move, my heart racing. I had barely come to terms with the fact that I had just shot and killed Damian and Andrew, even if I did it to protect Fernando—to protec
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Fernando’s POVThe loud sounds of two gunshots ripped through the walls like a scream slicing open the air. What the hell!?My head snapped toward the drawing room even before Santiago could react. For a moment, everything froze. Then chaos.“Those were shots,” Santiago said sharply.“No shit,” I snapped, already moving towards the door to see what had caused a gun to be fired. My mind instantly created two scenarios and I couldn't help buy fear for the worst.On one hand, I feared Andrew and Damian had subdued Santiago’s men, took their guns and shot them before making a run for it.Those fucking bastards would do anything to escape at this point.On the other hand, I considered the possibility that Andrew had annoyed one of Santiago’s men and they ended up killing him, just to shut the motherfucker up.I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.We practically ran through the corridor, Santiago’s footsteps just behind mine. My pulse hammered like thunder in my ears, my mind ra
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Michael’s POVThe door slammed behind Fernando, and for a while, I just sat there, paralyzed. The room was dark, the air still pulsing with tension and adrenaline. My knees pulled up to my chest, my arms hugging them tightly, my forehead resting on them.My chest ached. Not from the pressure of Fernando’s grip or the terror of his voice mere inches from my ear, but from something deeper. Something more devastating. That man who stormed out of here wasn’t the man I once felt strongly for. The man i thought i could save. Not entirely. Fernando had always been dangerous, but never to me. Never like this.The way he had looked at me—rage burning in those eyes, the tremble in his jaw when he grabbed me—there was no hesitation. No guilt. Just power. Just rage. Just the monster the FBI always warned me about.And still, there was a flicker… something I couldn’t name. Something like heartbreak.I stayed like that for a long time, breathing slowly, willing the tears not to fall, but they
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Reckoning
Fernando's POVMy fingers still tingled.I stared at my hand as I stepped out of the room I had just left Michael in—my palm still carrying the memory of his skin, of the way I had squeezed his throat. My heart pounded in my chest, and not from exertion. From something darker, something wilder. The rage. The possessiveness. I should have let go sooner. I should have stopped when I saw the pain in his eyes—but I couldn't. Not after he said he would leave me.I pushed the thought from my head.He needed to know where he belonged. I wasn’t about to let sentimentality ruin everything I had built. Michael was mine. He would stay mine.The drawing room door swung open before I touched it. One of Santiago’s men stood to the side, eyes darting to the ground in submission as I stepped inside. Andrew and Damian still lay on the floor, both bruised, both in restraints. The guards kept their guns pointed at them, their faces hard and unmoving.Andrew lifted his head and sneered."Well, well
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Micheal's POV I didn’t think.I just moved.My body, acting on instinct or something far more desperate, had shoved Fernando’s arm up at the last second.The bullet screamed through the air and struck the ceiling.Everyone in the room froze.For a heartbeat, silence rang louder than the gunshot. I could feel the weight of a dozen eyes pierce into my back, all of them stunned—and afraid. The smell of burnt gunpowder lingered, mixing with the tense air of the drawing room.Then Santiago roared.“What the hell just happened?!”Andrew laughed—a cruel, dry, almost unhinged sound. “Looks like the boyfriend still has a soft spot for the spy.”“Shut him up,” Santiago barked.His men didn’t hesitate. One shoved a gag into Andrew’s mouth, forcing him to the floor. Andrew glared at everyone with that same defiant fire, but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t speak now.Fernando didn’t say a word. His gaze cut through the room like a blade.I swallowed. My throat was dry. My hands had started to t
