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CHAPTER 8: POSSESSING TITAN
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Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 95: SOKOLOV-PAVELLI DEAL
GIOVANNI'S POVThe ache was a dull throb, a constant, insidious reminder of unfulfilled desire, a phantom limb of frustration that clung to me even after a cold shower. It was the second day away from him, and every nerve ending in my body felt raw, exposed. Drying myself with a rough towel, I caught my reflection in the steam-fogged mirror. My eyes, usually sharp and calculating, held a restless hunger. Tristan.The name was a silent curse, a whispered prayer. I swore, then and there, that the moment I stepped back into the Sokolov estate, I would flood his mouth and his hole with my cum. I didn’t give a damn if we soaked the bedsheets till they were a sodden mess. All that mattered was that Tristan’s body would be soft as jelly, boneless and pliant, after I had bent all my pent-up frustration into him.“Fuck!” I muttered, the word a rasp against the silence of the Italian villa’s opulent bathroom.My imagination, a treacherous ally, was already painting vivid scenes: Tristan beneat
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 94: ANASTASIA'S PROTECTION
TRISTAN'S POVThe world stop for me for what felt like an eternity, but the sound of the door creaking open had promised a new kind of terror. Ksenia’s cold breath on my skin, her fingers tracing a path of dread, had been the prelude. Now, her palm hovered, a grotesque shadow, inches above the agonizingly engorged cock that was a testament to my humiliation, not my desire. Each pulse of blood in my veins throbbed with a desperate prayer for it to stop, for this nightmare to end.Then, a sudden, sharp intake of breath. Ksenia’s hand froze mid-air, suspended like a mime’s gesture, her fingers splayed and rigid. The air in the room, thick with my terror and her perverse anticipation, abruptly changed. It was no longer just me and Ksenia. There was someone else.My head, angled awkwardly against the pillow, strained to catch a glimpse, yet, the shift in Ksenia’s posture, the way her entire body seemed to stiffen, communicated a presence far more formidable than any of her silent accompli
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 93: HER WICKED PLAN
TRISTAN'S POVThe sharp clap of Juliana’s hands sliced through the oppressive quiet of the room, a sound so smug it made my teeth ache. My brow furrowed instinctively. A cold knot of unease tightened in my stomach even before the heavy oak door, which seconds ago had been solid, swung inward with a low, mournful creak. My bare feet, still damp from the shower, instinctively shuffled back a step on the cool marble.A wave of dread washed over me as the doorway filled with figures. Not Giovanni’s men, not the familiar, heavy-set bodyguards with their quiet efficiency. These were different. Harder. Their footsteps, a rhythmic thud, seemed to shake the very floorboards as they streamed in. A low grunt from the first man, then another, and suddenly, they were on me.Strong hands—too many hands—grabbed at my arms, my shoulders, my waist, their fingers digging into my skin. I let out a choked sound, a quick, sharp gasp as they pressed me down, down, down, forcing my knees to hit the hard flo
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 92: BUSINESS AND PLEASURE
GIOVANNI'S POVThe moment my private jet kissed the Italian tarmac of my estate, a familiar surge of ownership, sharp and cold, shot through me. The engines groaned, a dying beast’s final breath, before the whoosh of the door opening cut into the sudden silence. My foot hit the gravel with a crisp crunch.“Dmitri!” My voice, a low rumble honed by years of command, cut through the morning air. I didn't need to raise it. Dmitri, ever-present, was already a step behind me, a shadow made flesh. “Ensure the perimeter of the meeting place is watertight by sundown. I want no surprises, no loose ends. Scour every inch. Double the usual complement. And the staff at the club tonight? Vetted. Every last one.”“Consider it done, Boss.” His voice was a flat, unyielding hum, devoid of emotion, exactly as I liked it. He began barking orders of his own into his comms unit, a series of clipped Russian syllables that carried just enough menace to assure compliance.My gaze swept over the sprawling est
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 91: HER THREATS
TRISTAN'S POVThe moment the last glint of Giovanni’s convoy disappeared, I turned on my heel and moved. I stride back towards the mansion, a singular mission already forming in my mind. My bedroom, a sanctuary of sorts, beckoned. The heavy oak door swung open with a soft whoosh as I pushed it, the air inside cool and still.First order of business: knowledge. I sought out Antonio, a man whose silver hair and impeccable posture exuded an air of quiet authority. I found him in the great hall, overseeing a maid who carefully dusted a towering antique grandfather clock. The gentle tink of the duster against the polished wood was the only sound."Antonio," I began, my voice a little rougher than usual. He turned, his gaze steady and respectful. "I need all the medical journals I was looking at in the library brought to my room. And… if it's not too much trouble, a laptop."He didn't miss a beat. "Of course, Mr. Tristan. Immediately." His voice was a smooth, low murmur, polite efficiency
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 90: THREE-DAY BREAK
GIOVANNI'S POV“Good. Now go back to your room and clean up before I change my mind and fuck you again. You will start today your three-day celibacy until I come back.”My voice was a low growl, a rumble of satisfied command that resonated in the thick, still air of my study. Tristan, splayed across the polished mahogany of my antique desk moments before, now scrambled, a flush spreading from his neck up to his ears. It was a beautiful sight, that frantic scramble, the sudden modesty after the brazen exhibition of his body. My gaze lingered on the curve of his pale ass as he bent to retrieve his discarded clothes, the lingering scent of our coupling still sharp in the room. He was quick, his movements a blur of nervous energy, proof of my absolute hold. I let out a soft, guttural chuckle, the sound vibrating in my chest, a sound of pure dominion. He fumbled with his shirt, pulling it on with a haste that spoke volumes, before practically fleeing the room. The door shut with a soft cl
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