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CHAPTER 40: BEG ME FOR IT
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Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 42: WAY BACK HOME
TRISTAN'S POV It was happening again. Giovanni was being… weird. Clingy. Possessive. It made my skin crawl. I buried my face in the threadbare pillow, the scent of detergent doing little to soothe the rising tide of frustration.“Fuck you, Giovanni!” I shouted, the word muffled by the fabric.“What was that? ‘Fuck me, Giovanni’? Are you sure your hole can handle it now?”My head snapped up. I hadn't heard him come in. Giovanni was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk plastered on his face. He was topless, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans that showcased a distracting V-line. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.My breath hitched. Damn it. I hated this. Hated how my body reacted to him, how my cheeks flushed, how my pulse quickened. Since when did Giovanni, of all people, become so damn… appealing? I cursed myself inwardly. I felt like a horny teenager every time he was around.“Tristan,” he drawled, his eyes raking over me, “stop looking at my body
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession Chapter 41: SOMETHING SHIFTING INSIDE
GIOVANNI'S POVThe sunlight, though filtered through a grimy window, felt jarringly bright. Blinking, I tried to make sense of the unfamiliar surroundings. The mattress beneath me was firm, bordering on lumpy, a far cry from the luxurious comfort I was accustomed to. Yet, surprisingly, I felt…content. Almost at peace.Then I felt it... a warm, solid weight draped across my bare chest. Recognition flooded me. Tristan.My eyes adjusted further, and there he was, face serene in sleep. His blond hair was tousled, falling across his forehead. He looked younger, almost innocent, a stark contrast to the fiery defiance he usually radiated when I was around. A small smile tugged at my lips. The audacity of the man, daring to challenge me at every turn! It was…refreshing. Most people I encountered were adept at playing to my ego, seeking favors or advantages. Tristan, on the other hand, seemed determined to push me away.I pulled him closer, just a fraction. In response, he instinctively burro
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 40: BEG ME FOR IT
TRISTAN'S POV"On your knees," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. I complied, my heart racing as I knelt before him, my eyes locked on his.Giovanni's hand reached out, his fingers curling around my jaw, forcing my head up. "You're not finished yet, Tristan," he said, his voice a low rumble. "And neither am I."His words hung in the air, a promise of more to come, as his hand moved to his cock, stroking it with a slow, deliberate motion. My eyes followed his hand, my mouth watering, my body aching to taste him again.But as I opened my mouth, ready to take him, Giovanni's hand stopped, his gaze holding mine. "Not yet," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "First, you're going to beg."My heart pounded, my mind racing as I realized this was just the beginning. Giovanni's control was absolute, his dominance unwavering, and I knew that my surrender was far from over. The question was, how far would I go? And more importantly, how far would he take me?The answer r
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 39: OUR CRAVINGS
TRISTAN'S POVI knelt on the cold stone floor, my breath coming in shallow gasps. Giovanni loomed above me, his shadow casting a dark silhouette against the flickering light. His presence was commanding, his scent... a mix of leather and something distinctly masculine—filled my nostrils. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, heavy and unrelenting. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins.A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face, transforming his features, making him even more breathtakingly dangerous. He pushed me back, gently but firmly, until I was lying flat on the bed, my head resting on the soft pillow.With deliberate slowness, he began to unbutton his shirt, his movements languid and teasing. My gaze followed his hands, mesmerized by the way his fingers moved, the way the fabric parted to reveal glimpses of tanned skin and sculpted muscle.He shrugged out of the shirt, tossing it carelessly onto the
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 38: BACK TO REALITY
TRISTAN'S POVI can’t believe it. Giovanni. Here. In Oakhaven. I actually thought I’d gotten away. A whole week. Seven days of breathing without the weight of his gaze, the fear of his touch. Seven sunsets that weren’t painted with the dread of dawn. And now, here he is.He’s standing in my doorway, a dark silhouette against the fading light of the afternoon. He looks… immaculate. Like he’s stepped straight out of a magazine, not tracked me down to this forgotten corner of the world."Tristan," he says, the name a silken threat rolling off his tongue. "I've found you."Panic claws at my throat. I can’t let him take me back. Back to the estate. Back to that gilded cage. I dig my heels into the worn floorboards.“Get out, Giovanni. I don't want to go back.”He tries to pull me, his grip surprisingly strong. I resist, pulling back with all my might. "Let me go! I’m not yours!"Giovanni stops, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. “Is that so, Tristan? It looks like you want
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 37: HE FOUND ME!
TRISTAN'S POV My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Four days. It had been four glorious, peaceful days since I'd escaped Giovanni’s suffocating grip. Seven days since I’d tasted freedom, real freedom, here in Oakhaven. Seven days of breathing air that didn’t feel heavy with expectation and fear.I’d settled into a routine with Roman and Aida, a kind, elderly couple who’d lost their only child twenty-five years ago. Their son had gone missing and never been found, leaving a gaping hole in their lives. They’d taken me in, not as a tenant, but as… something more. Family, maybe. I dared to let myself hope.This morning had been perfect, almost idyllic. I’d been sitting at their small, wooden dining table, devouring Aida’s pancakes.“Hmmmm… this breakfast is really the best,” I mumbled, the sweetness dissolving on my tongue. It was true. Even simple things tasted better here, away from Giovanni’s sterile, controlled world.Aida chuckled, her eyes crinkling
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