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CHAPTER 45: GETTING SOFTER?
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Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 45: GETTING SOFTER?
GIOVANNI'S POVThe sight of Tristan, limping away, his shoulders slumped, was a brand of my soul. Fucking him senseless again. That's what I did. Left him raw, used, and probably hating me. And yet, a part of me, a dark, twisted part, felt a surge of… something. Satisfaction? Triumph? It was more than just a physical release. It was possessing something… someone. Tristan was a beautiful disaster. Blond hair, eyes the color of storm clouds, and a fragility that both enraged and aroused me. He shouldn’t be in this world, shouldn't be stained by the filth of my life. Yet, here he was, willingly, or perhaps forced by circumstance, caught in my web. I still heard his words ringing in my ears, a low, desperate whisper lost amidst the throes of passion. "I'm yours." The phrase had been uttered by others before, sluts vying for my attention, power, or money. But when Tristan had uttered it, something shifted inside. A warmth, foreign and unwelcome, bloomed in my chest. It was happiness, ab
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 44: SHAKY AND TIRING RIDE
TRISTAN'S POVI still can’t believe I did it. My lips wrapped around Giovanni’s thick, pulsating cock, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head as he groaned above me. The armor car rumbled beneath us, Dmitri’s steady hands on the wheel the only thing keeping us from careening off the road. The soundproof partition was our only shield, muffling the wet sounds of my mouth working his shaft. Ten minutes. It felt like an eternity, my jaw aching, my throat tight, but I couldn’t stop. Not when Giovanni’s fingers tangled in my blonde hair, guiding me deeper, his low, commanding voice urging me on.“Faster, Tristan,” he growled, his Italian accent thick with desire. “Show me how much you want it.”I hated myself for obeying. Hated that I couldn’t say no, that my body moved on autopilot, my blue eyes fluttering closed as I sucked him harder. Giovanni was my master, my captor, my tormentor. I was his plaything, nothing more than a sex toy for his amusement. The estate loomed in my mind...
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 43: MEANT FOR THIS
GIOVANNI'S POV Rage simmered beneath my skin, a live wire threatening to snap. The guard’s stammering report replayed in my head: “Lost sight of him, Boss. He – he just vanished.”Vanished? Tristan didn’t vanish. He chose to disappear, to thumb his nose at me.I'd already made an example of the poor bastard who lost him. A few broken bones and a lesson in the consequences of incompetence. I wasn’t known for my charity, and second chances were a myth in my world. Tristan knew that. I’d allowed him a final goodbye, a pathetic courtesy extended to a man on borrowed time. But no, he had to play games.The tracking signal pinged on my phone. Lakeside. The audacity. He was practically begging to be caught. I barked orders, my voice a low growl, and dispatched my men to seal off the area. He wouldn't slip through my fingers again.When I arrived, he was there, just as the signal indicated. Sat on a weathered dock, legs dangling over the water, singing some god-damned song like a siren lurin
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
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