HIS WILLING TOY

JADEN I hate how my body always responds to him. Despite my disgust, I was still rock hard. "Open your mouth, Jade." The hardwood floor dug through my pants as I knelt there, shirtless, staring at the hard flesh in my line of vision. Lorenzo Vega towered over me, a dark silhouette of muscle and menace, his cock heavy in my face. I looked up, my green eyes meeting his blue ones which were sharp, icy, and devoid of warmth. He rarely smiled, only smirking when I struggled, his long dark hair falling forward to frame the snake tattoo that slithered down his collarbone. I parted my lips and took him in, the stretch familiar after a year of this. My tongue moved slowly at first, then deeper, knowing exactly what he craved. His hand gripped my hair, tugging hard, and a low growl escaped him. I was nineteen, a pawn in a game my parents lost before they died, traded to settle their debt. Tomorrow, I’d turn twenty, and he’d claim more than my mouth. He’d promised it in a dark vow: “

JADENI burst into the warehouse, panting, my fingers clutching my shirt. Dust swirled in the dim light filtering through cracked windows, making the space look more eerie. “Sophia!”My voice cracked, raw with panic. My eyes darted to a corner and I saw her tied to a chair, her mouth sealed with duct tape."Sophia!" She thrashed against the restraints, muffled cries leaking through the tape. “Sophia!” I raced toward her with arms outstretched, my heart beating a million miles per minute. I was ten feet away when a shadow peeled from the darkness behind her. I froze mid-step and held my breath as the figure stepped into the faint light. My stomach dropped.Enzo. His tall frame loomed, his dark hair spilling over his shoulders. His blue eyes narrowed, glinting with fury. Behind him more shadows shifted. I could recognize all of the men. I stumbled back as a gasp tore from my throat.“How?” I choked out, my voice trembling. “How the fuck did you—” He cut me off and stepped closer,

ENZOI shoved the door to my quarters open, the hinges creaking as I stepped inside. The air was heavy, stale with the scent of leather and cigar smoke that clung to everything I owned. I yanked my coat off and tossed it over the arm of a chair, then walked to the punching bag hanging in the corner.My knuckles were itchy so I didn’t bother with gloves. I slammed my fist into the bag. The thud reverberated through the room, a dull echo of the chaos in my head. Jaden’s eyes flashed in my mind, green, blazing, and spitting hate as he’d screamed, “I hate you, Enzo. I fucking hate you.” I delivered another punch, harder this time and the bag swung back. Jaden's voice had been a blade slicing through me, and I hated how it lingered, how it hurt. I drove my fists in again, left, right, left, the rhythm pounding out the memory of his tears, his contempt, and the way he’d looked at her instead of me.Sweat beaded on my forehead and dripped down my temples as I hammered the bag, my breaths c

ENZO“Seventy grand buys us Brooklyn’s silence,” Marco said, his voice rough as gravel. He jabbed a stubby finger at the map on the wall for the nth time.The meeting room reeked of cigar smoke. Bourbon sloshed in my glass, ice clinking as I stared at it. Half-empty bottles were next to overflowing ashtrays.I hated this. Whenever we sat at round table discussions like this, it was clear that this could have been fixed over a Zoom call.Vito leaned back, his gold chain glinting under the chandelier. “Ports are wide open too. More coke south, ammo east. We just need to grease the right palms.”I nodded and hummed my agreement. I was barely listening. Jaden’s voice was still echoing in my skull:“I hate you, Enzo.” Those words from last night stabbed deep into me. His green eyes, wet with tears, burned behind my lids, and despite how my plan had made it work in my favour, I couldn't help but feel terrible. Did I do the wrong thing? But I couldn't have allowed Jaden to go just like tha

JADENEnzo’s weight pressed me into the mattress, his bare skin searing against mine. I gripped his shoulders, moaning softly, my fingers digging into his back.My breath was ragged from the frenzy of stripping each other bare. His lips found mine again, hungry, his tongue delving deep like he was seeking a treasure.I kissed him back just as hard with a desperate edge to it. Fuck, he felt so hot, so needy. I wanted to be pressed under him forever, trapped in an endless cycle of heat and desire. My legs stayed wrapped around his waist, my thighs squeezing shamelessly. I arched up. He groaned into my mouth with a low rumble and pulled back, his eyes dark with want. “Jade,” he murmured. His voice was thick, almost unrecognizable. He started trailing kisses down my jaw, slowly, taking fire everywhere his lips met."Ah, fuck, Enzo. That feels so good.""Hmm, you are so fucking hot, Jade."His mouth moved lower, hot and wet, sucking at my neck, his teeth grazing my flesh just enough to