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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Where Fire Refuses to Die
Fernando’s POVMichael was still pressed against the wall when I realized my hands were shaking, not with weakness, with restraint.That was the part no one ever understood about me. They thought control meant calm, but control, real control, was this. Standing inches away from the person who could ruin me, with every instinct screaming to take, to dominate, to end the chaos one way or another and choosing not to.My fingers were at his throat but i wasn't crushing or choking him, even though I really wanted to.I could feel the subtle movement beneath my palm as he swallowed, the steady beat of his pulse against my skin. His body refused to betray fear even now, even with the room still echoing from shouting and slammed doors and everything that had gone wrong tonight.He looked at me the way he always did when he was furious and unafraid, like he dared me.“Do it,” he said quietly.The words sliced straight through me, clean and merciless.“Try it.”My jaw tightened so hard it hu
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don A Line That Burns
Michael’s POVI stared up at Fernando from the floor, my chest rising and falling too fast.He stood over me like a storm that had decided, at the very last second, not to break and that was the worst part.If he had shouted, if he had hit me again, if he had lost control completely, I would have understood it. But this? This restraint wrapped in fury? This silence sharpened by emotion terrified me far more.Fernando’s shoulders were tense, his whole body locked in a battle he was fighting entirely within himself. His jaw was clenched so hard I could hear his teeth grind when he exhaled. One hand was curled into a fist at his side, knuckles white, veins standing out like cords beneath his skin.In his other hand was his unraised belt that just hung there, loose and heavy, swaying slightly with his breathing.My pulse thundered in my ears, loud enough that I wondered if he could hear it too. My body was still buzzing from adrenaline, from fear, from anger, from the sharp sting on my
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Fracture Point
Fernando’s POVFor a heartbeat, I couldn’t move.The world narrowed to the outline of Michael’s body framed by the open window, moonlight spilling over his shoulders like a silent invitation. One leg was already over the ledge. His fingers clung to the stone sill with grim resolve, his knuckles white, his muscles taut.He wasn’t hesitating, he wasn’t afraid, he had already decided and that realization hurt more than any bullet ever had.“Michael!” I shouted, my voice breaking through the room like shattered glass.He didn’t look back and that terrified me more than if he had.My body moved on instinct, pure animal panic driving me forward. I crossed the room in long, desperate strides and wrapped my arms around his waist, hauling him back just as his grip slipped. He sucked in a sharp breath as we stumbled, colliding with the bed, the curtains moving wildly as the window remained open, mocking me.“Let go of me!” he yelled, thrashing violently.“No!” I snapped, tightening my hold. “
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Locked Room
Michael's POVThe entire scenario felt too familiar.The lock, the silence, the way the walls seemed to press closer the longer I stayed inside.I stood in the middle of the bedroom Fernando had locked me in, my chest rising and falling too fast, my hands clenched into fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. The room was elegant with soft lighting, expensive furniture, the faint lingering scent of cologne and flowers from a wedding that never truly finished but none of that mattered right now.I was locked in, again, and I hated it even more this time.Fernando had done this before but it was a different house, different circumstances but the same stupid excuse."This is for your own good."A bitter laugh escaped my throat.“I’m not doing this,” I muttered to myself. “Not again.”I paced from one end of the room to the other, my footsteps sharp against the floor. Every second I stayed here felt like surrender, like I was letting Santiago win by sitting quietly while he breathed,
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don What Love Costs
Fernando’s POVMichael’s fists hit the door again. The sound tore through me sharper than any gunshot that night.“Let me out, Fernando!” he shouted. “You have no right to lock me in like this!”I stopped walking on the other side of the door, my hand clenched into a fist, my forehead pressed against the wall for a brief, unforgivable second to ground my thoughts. His anger vibrated through the walls, raw and unfiltered, and I hated that I could hear the pain beneath it.I forced myself to straighten.“No,” I said firmly. “You’re not leaving that room.”A bitter laugh followed. I thought he would calm down but it seemed he only needed one second to turn distasteful.“So that’s it? You decide when I breathe now?”My jaw tightened. “I decide when you’re safe.”“You don’t get to decide anything for me anymore!” he snapped. “You lost that right the moment you lied to me.”The words hit harder. I closed my eyes, inhaled slowly, and reminded myself why I was doing this.“Michael,” I said,
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Vilain
Michael's POVThe weight of the gun felt wrong in my hand.I stared at it for half a second, at the cold metal pressed against my palm, at the way my finger rested against the trigger and something in me recoiled. A voice in my head screamed that this wasn’t me, that this wasn’t who I was supposed to be but then I looked at Fernando and that voice drowned.He stood there, stunned, breathing shallowly, his dark eyes fixed on the weapon pointed at his chest. The man who had wrapped his arms around me only hours ago, the man who had sworn vows to me, the man who had promised to bring Santiago to me and failed.I tightened my grip and even I was shocked at myself but I didn’t lower the gun.“Move,” I said again, my voice hoarse. “I’m not joking.”Fernando swallowed. I saw his throat move, saw the way his jaw clenched as he struggled to hold himself still. His hands were open at his sides, deliberately relaxed, as if he were trying not to provoke me.“Michael,” he said softly, dangerousl
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