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2026-05-09 03:44:28
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HIS BEAUTIFUL THIEF: OWN BY THE MAFIA KING Restless.
Three days passed without Vittorio.Luca told himself he was relieved. The night they had shared — the slow surrender, the kiss that had tasted like something far more dangerous than ownership, the way Vittorio had let him set the pace — had left everything feeling blurred and unsteady. He no longer knew if he was enduring the man’s touch because he had to, or because some treacherous part of him had started to crave it. The uncertainty gnawed at him. He didn’t want to want Vittorio. He couldn’t afford to. Yet every quiet moment in the mansion made his heart race for reasons he refused to name.The restlessness grew unbearable.On the third night, Luca tossed and turned until the silk sheets felt like restraints. Sleep would not come. He kicked the covers aside, padded to the window, and stared out at the grey night sky. The moon offered no comfort, only a hazy silver glow that made the gardens look like a painting he wasn’t allowed to touch. The silence of the mansion pressed in, amp
HIS BEAUTIFUL THIEF: OWN BY THE MAFIA KING First time leading.
Luca stood naked in the middle of the room, heart hammering against his ribs. Vittorio’s gaze burned across his skin like a slow fire, but the older man made no move to grab him, no sudden lunge to take control. For once, Vittorio waited.That patience gave Luca the courage to step forward.He reached up and began undressing Vittorio with careful hands. The suit jacket slid off broad shoulders first, then the crisp white shirt, button by button. Luca’s fingers brushed warm skin each time, feeling the steady rise and fall of Vittorio’s chest. When the shirt fell away, Luca couldn’t help but stare at the thick, heavy length already hardening between Vittorio’s legs.Nervousness fluttered in his stomach, but so did something warmer — a strange mix of satisfaction and quiet praise. Vittorio was big, long and thick, the head flushed dark. Luca swallowed, eyes wide. *Did the same God who made me make him too?* he thought, almost dazed. *Because this… this feels like favoritism.* The thought
HIS BEAUTIFUL THIEF: OWN BY THE MAFIA KING New threads, old habit.
Luca hadn't planned on picking anything fancy.He wandered through the high-end boutique with Alex trailing behind him like a well-dressed shadow. The store smelled of expensive leather and cologne — the kind of place where even the hangers probably cost more than Luca's old sneakers.He reached for simple things at first. Plain black t-shirts. Comfortable jeans. A couple of hoodies that didn't scream "I belong to a mafia boss."Alex cleared his throat. "Mr. Russo specifically requested a full wardrobe. He wants you to have options."Luca shot him a look. "Options? Or a uniform?"Alex's expression didn't change. "Both, probably."With a resigned sigh, Luca gave in. He let himself pick pieces that actually caught his eye — a soft charcoal button-down, a fitted black sweater that hugged his shoulders, slim dark jeans, a leather jacket that was way too cool for someone who used to steal food from corner stores. Each item made him feel a little more like he belonged, and a little less lik
HIS BEAUTIFUL THIEF: OWN BY THE MAFIA KING Morning after.
Morning light spilled through the tall windows, warm and golden across Luca’s bare skin. He groaned softly, face half-buried in the pillow, every muscle in his body protesting as he tried to move. The night had been long — far longer than any of their previous encounters at the Velvet Rope. Vittorio had been insatiable, taking him again and again with that relentless, controlled hunger. Luca had lost count after the third round. By the fourth he had been moaning shamelessly, begging for more even as his body trembled from exhaustion and overstimulation. He had thought he might actually die from pleasure and pain twisted together so tightly he couldn’t tell them apart.Guess that’s what happened when you became the mafia boss’s personal plaything.Luca pushed himself upright with a wince, feet landing on the cool tile floor. A shiver ran through him. His ass ached with a deep, throbbing soreness that made every small movement a reminder of last night. He limped to the bathroom, turned
HIS BEAUTIFUL THIEF: OWN BY THE MAFIA KING Willing.
Luca had been waiting for this night.For three days Vittorio had been surprisingly patient. Ever since the brutal attack on their old apartment, the mafia boss had kept his distance. No summons to the Velvet Rope. No rough hands dragging Luca into private rooms. No demands for his body in the middle of the night. Vittorio had simply let him stay close to Nico in the penthouse, giving the brothers space to process everything that had happened. He had been… understanding. Almost kind.That kindness unsettled Luca more than any threat ever could.He kept catching himself wondering if he had been wrong about Vittorio all along. Maybe the man wasn’t just a cold predator who took what he wanted. Maybe there was something more underneath the control and the power. The thought made Luca’s stomach twist with confusion and a reluctant flicker of something dangerously close to trust.Tonight, though, Luca knew the grace period was over.He spent a long time in the bathroom, cleaning himself car
HIS BEAUTIFUL THIEF: OWN BY THE MAFIA KING A call home.
As soon as Alex’s footsteps faded down the hallway, Luca let out a shaky breath and reached for the phone Vittorio had given him. It was brand new, sleek and heavy in his palm, the kind of device that probably cost more than three months of their old rent. Vittorio had bought two — one for Luca and one for Nico — and Luca still remembered the way Nico’s eyes had lit up when Vittorio casually handed it over in the penthouse. The kid had stared at it like it was magic, voice cracking with excitement as he turned it over in his hands. “Luca, look — it’s got a real camera! Not that cracked one on your old brick!”One of those rare, pure moments of joy Luca had never been able to give his brother no matter how hard he tried. The memory made his chest ache.He powered the phone on, the screen glowing bright and clean. His thumb hovered for a second before he dialed Nico’s number. It rang only twice before the video call connected.Nico’s face filled the screen, hair still messy from the cou
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