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Missing Him
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2026-05-22 21:10:45
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HIS BEAUTIFUL THIEF: OWN BY THE MAFIA KING Pathetic
Dr. Denis held the examination room door open, and Luca slipped inside first, heart hammering against his ribs. Vittorio moved to follow, a solid wall of muscle and intent, but Luca spun on his heel and blocked the threshold with his body.“You can’t be in here while I’m naked.”Vittorio’s dark eyes narrowed. “I fuck you, Luca. I’ve seen every damn part of that body. There’s nothing to hide.”The crude words landed like a slap in the quiet hallway. Denis let out a sharp, forceful cough and muttered, “I’ll… give you a moment,” clearly wishing he could vanish into the floor.Luca’s face burned. “Seriously? Are we doing this right now—in front of him?”“Yes. We are.”Vittorio didn’t wait for permission. He scooped Luca up as if he weighed nothing, one arm hooked under his knees, the other bracing his back, and carried him straight into the room. The door clicked shut behind them with terrifying finality.Luca’s stomach dropped as Vittorio set him on the examination table and reached for
HIS BEAUTIFUL THIEF: OWN BY THE MAFIA KING It's supposed to be an act.
The door slammed shut behind Luca the instant he crossed the threshold. He sagged against the wood, spine sliding down until his knees hit the floor, chest heaving like he’d been punched in the ribs. His heart didn’t just ache; it twisted, sharp and vicious, in a way he had never felt before.He knew Vittorio could kiss whoever he wanted. The man owed him nothing. This whole thing between them was supposed to be smoke and mirrors—an act, a transaction, a convenient lie to keep Luca breathing. No strings. No tomorrow.So why did the image of Vittorio’s mouth on that woman burn behind Luca’s eyelids like acid? Why did the way Vittorio had looked up, calm and unbothered, feel like a blade sliding between his ribs?Luca pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes, but the tears came anyway. Hot, silent, traitorous. One slipped free and tracked down his cheek before he could stop it. He bit his lip hard enough to taste copper, but the sob still broke loose.He couldn’t unsee it. Couldn
HIS BEAUTIFUL THIEF: OWN BY THE MAFIA KING Missing Him
Luca’s bare feet slapped against the marble as he paced the long hallway for the tenth time that hour, each echo mocking the silence that swallowed the mansion whole. Vittorio Russo had vanished again. Three days since that last night—the one where Vittorio’s hands had gripped Luca so tight the bruises still bloomed purple on his hips, where their breaths had tangled hot and desperate until Luca thought he might drown in it. Then the storm broke. Vittorio had rolled off him, dressed without a word, and slammed the door behind him like Luca was yesterday’s mistake. He hadn’t returned. Not to the bedroom. Not even to glance in Luca’s direction.Every time Luca caught the low rumble of Vittorio’s voice drifting from some distant room, his pulse kicked hard. He’d bolt toward it, heart hammering against his ribs, lungs burning. But by the time he rounded the corner, the hallway stretched empty. Only the faint scent of expensive cologne lingered, taunting him.“Alex!” Luca had snapped on th
HIS BEAUTIFUL THIEF: OWN BY THE MAFIA KING Weakness? Too expensive to afford.
“What do you want?” Vittorio’s voice cut through the garden path, firm with authority and precision.Matteo simply smiled, raising one brow. “What do you think I want, brother?”Vittorio’s jaw tightened. He paced three steps away, then back again, the dislike plain in every rigid line of his shoulders. The air between them felt thick and old, like something that had been festering for years.Matteo glanced past Vittorio’s shoulder, as if searching for something—or someone—then let his gaze settle again. “I never had a doubt in your taste. He’s a pretty little thing. Perfect for people like us.” He licked his lips slowly, savoring the words as if the moment had already played out in his mind. “I’d like to get him.” A pause, deliberate. “I mean, when you’re done with him, of course.”Matteo laughed, low and easy.Vittorio didn’t.“He is mine,” Vittorio growled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.Matteo nodded, still smiling. “Of course he is… for now.”Vittorio’s jaw tightened furthe
HIS BEAUTIFUL THIEF: OWN BY THE MAFIA KING The Red Door
Luca woke slowly, the weight of his body sinking into a mattress that felt far too soft, far too large. Sunlight poured through tall windows he didn’t recognize, casting warm patterns across silk sheets that smelled faintly of Vittorio’s cologne — dark wood and something sharper, like smoke. This wasn’t his room. This room was twice the size, ten times more luxurious, with heavy drapes, a seating area by the fireplace, and a view of the gardens that stretched forever.He didn’t remember walking here. The last clear memory was the office desk, Vittorio’s hands on his hips, the third round leaving him boneless and gasping. Vittorio must have carried him afterward.Luca tried to sit up and immediately winced, a sharp ache blooming deep in his lower back and between his thighs. He hissed through his teeth, one hand instinctively pressing against his waist like a pregnant woman steadying herself. Vittorio had always been a beast in bed, never satisfied with three rounds. After the desk, he
HIS BEAUTIFUL THIEF: OWN BY THE MAFIA KING Hunger and comfort
Vittorio stood by the tall glass wall of his office, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and sharp as he spoke to Ryan.“Under no circumstances does Luca hear about what happened to Nico tonight,” he said, each word clipped with steel. “If the boy finds out, he’ll lose his mind with worry. He won’t be able to give himself to me fully, and I won’t have that. Keep it quiet. Handle the cleanup and make sure the penthouse is locked down tighter than a vault.”He listened for a moment, then continued, tone softening just a fraction with satisfaction. “The kid is becoming… willing. I don’t even have to demand anymore. My ragazzo is ready whenever I want him. That’s how I want it to stay.”Vittorio gave a few more instructions — double the guards at the penthouse, extra detail on Nico whenever he left the building, and a handful of assignments for Ryan to handle at the Velvet Rope later that night. Business as usual, delivered with calm authority.He was still on the call when the door to hi
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