Mafia King’s Obsession Chained by Lust.

(Niko’s POV)The air between us ignited—raw, primal, and charged with the weight of unspoken threats. Alessio De Luca stood before me, a predator savoring his prey, his dominance carving through the space like a blade through silk.His eyes, dark and unforgiving, pierced into me—merciless, unrelenting, stripping me bare beyond flesh, beyond pride, to the trembling core of my soul.But I answered that power with fire, my defiance burning bright and wild, a silent dare: Break me if you can.“You’ll break,” he murmured, fingers tightening, a promise and a threat. His voice is a dark velvet promise, rich with control and temptation. His fingers trailed along my jaw—slow, possessive, a caress and a claim. His lips hovered near my skin, his breath hot, dangerous, and maddeningly intimate. “The question is—how long until you beg me for it, malyshka?”I spat blood, my lips curling into a crooked smirk. Defiance blazed within me, even as a treacherous heat stirred under his touch. In your drea

(Niko’s POV)I should’ve expected it—the calm before the storm. But I didn’t, and now I was here, tangled in a web of power, submission, and chaos.Caught between the storm that was Alessio De Luca and the hurricane that raged inside me. My body ached, bruised and marked, but my mind was sharper than ever, determined to remain intact.Alessio loomed over me, his presence suffocating, like the weight of the sky pressing down. His gaze felt like fire, each look a reminder of what he could do—and what he would do if I let him.His eyes, those dark, dangerous eyes, burned with something more than lust.They burned with the satisfaction of someone who knew that control was only an inch away from his grasp.His lips on my flogged skin still tingled on my skin, a reminder of the power he held over me. That touch—electric, searing, and dangerous—had sparked something in me I didn’t want to acknowledge.I hated how it burned through me, igniting a desire I wasn’t ready to admit. But I couldn’t

(Niko’s POV)The pain doesn’t arrive like lightning.It settles.A slow heat beneath my skin. A tightening in my ribs every time I breathe too deep. My back feels flayed open, each welt pulsing in time with my heartbeat.Alessio's men earlier had shown no mercy, their blows relentless and calculated.I refuse to bend.Alessio is speaking behind me—calm, detached—discussing shipments, territory lines, numbers that mean nothing to me. His voice is smooth again. Controlled.Like I don’t exist.Good.Let him forget I’m here.I straighten, even as black spots bloom at the edge of my vision. I will not sway. I will not—The room tilts.My knees give out before pride can save me.The marble rushes up—And I never hit it.Strong arms catch me mid-fall.A curse tears through the air.Not elegant. Not amused.Rage.“What happened to him? He was fine earlier."The room freezes.I’ve heard Alessio cold.I’ve heard him cruel.I have never heard him like this.“He was resisting, boss—” one of the g

(Niko’s POV)I woke up to silence.Not peaceful silence.The kind that listens back.For a moment, I didn’t move. My body felt heavy, like it didn’t belong to me anymore. Every breath pressed against my ribs in slow warning. My back throbbed beneath the bandages.Then memory returned.The blood on his knuckles.The way I obeyed him.Sleep.My throat tightened.I hated that I had.I shifted slightly, and pain bloomed sharp enough to make my vision blur. A quiet hiss slipped between my teeth before I could stop it.I turned my head.A tray sat beside the couch.Fresh.Steam no longer rose from the food, but it hadn’t been there before.Someone had replaced it.Water.Bread.Something that smelled like soup.Medicine.I stared at it.Why does he care about when I eat or not when he was the one who hurt me?Something twisted low in my chest.I looked away.No.I wouldn’t touch it.If I had nothing else, I still had that. My sense of control over my own body.Time passed.I didn’t know how

(Niko’s POV)I didn’t eat.Not after he left.Not after my body betrayed me in that hallway.Not after I leaned into him like he was something safe.The tray stayed where it was.Untouched.Waiting.Just like he was.Hours passed.Or maybe minutes.Time didn’t work properly here.It bent around him.My stomach twisted painfully, sharp and hollow. My head felt heavier than before. Even breathing took effort.Good.Pain meant I still had control.Pain meant I hadn’t given in.My fingers tightened weakly against the couch as another wave of dizziness hit me.The room tilted.Just slightly.I swallowed hard.No.Not again.My throat was parched dry, a lump forming as I struggled to keep my composure.I forced myself to sit up straighter.The movement sent fire down my ribs.My vision flickered.Black crept into the corners.I blinked it back.I wouldn’t collapse again.I wouldn’t give him that.Footsteps sounded outside the door.Slow. Measured. Familiar.My body recognized them before my