“You don’t speak with your mouth full,” Salvatore muttered from above me, his fingers digging deep into my skull as he emptied himself down my throat. .... Getting himself out of danger is something Miguel is used to. After all, he had survived those long years with his mother who made life hell for him. But this new danger is not like anything Miguel has seen. Salvatore would stop at nothing to turn him into a pet, mark him, and own him while killing anyone who got in his way. Salvatore’s obsession is heavy, but so are Miguel’s needs. This new danger will burn them, raising a storm that would threaten lust, love, and desire. But this time, will Miguel be able to resist?
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MIGUEL
The room was dim, shadows licking the walls as the single lamp cast a golden glow over Salvatore’s broad frame. He stood some feet away, shirt unbuttoned, that dagger tattoo peeking out beneath his collarbone.
I swallowed loudly as his amber eyes burned into me like I was the only thing in the world worth devouring. My breath hitched, my chest getting tight with a mix of want and dread. I’d never done this, never let anyone tie me up, or trusted anyone to take me apart like he promised.
My hands trembled as I stood by the bed, the silk ropes coiled on the mattress making my stomach twist. What if I couldn’t handle it? What if I broke?
“Shh,” Salvatore murmured, his voice a low rumble that slid over my skin like a caress. He stepped closer, his fingers brushing my jaw. “You’re safe with me. I’ll take care of you.” His touch was firm but gentle as he tilted my chin up so I had to meet that smoldering gaze.
The fire in his eyes was patient like he’d wait forever if it meant having me like this. My heart pounded; fear clawed at me, but his calm seeped in, loosening the knot in my chest.
I gasped as he peeled off his clothes, his cock springing free as he bounced towards me.
He guided me to the bed, muttering soft curses as he looped the ropes around my wrists and bound them above my head. The silk was soft, but it held me tight, and I tugged once to test it, panic hitting me as I realized I couldn’t move.
“I—I don’t know if I can,” I rasped, voice shaky, my curls falling into my eyes. Salvatore leaned in. Fire licked my skin as he kissed my neck.
“You can,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “Let me show you how good it feels to let go.”
His fingers trailed down my chest, slow, deliberate, igniting sparks that made me squirm. He unbuttoned my jeans, peeling them off, leaving me bare under his stare. I was vulnerable, exposed, and fuck, it burned.
That look of pure hunger in his eyes melted me. He wanted me badly, and it was a fire I couldn’t escape. His hand slid lower, teasing me, making me gasp as I jerked my hips as he pressed himself against me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growled, his teeth grazing my left nipple. Heat zapped through me, and I moaned softly. That was all it took for Salvatore to let go. He turned me over, fixing me on all fours, leaving my body bare to his scrutiny.
The first slap came soft, his palm grazing my thigh, testing me. I tensed, but he soothed it with a kiss to my back, until I was melting under him.
Then he pulled away for a moment and I had to look back to see where he had gone. He was gazing at my hole, swallowing thickly. “Count for me,” he said, and before I could process it, his hand cracked down on my ass. The jolt ripped a yelp from my throat. My skin blazed, fear mingling with a rush I didn’t expect as I pulled on the restraint around my hands.
When he smiled and raised his hand again, I closed my eyes, moaning as he smacked my other ass cheek.
“It feels so good,” I confessed, biting my bottom lip as he smacked me again. Without warning, he dived down, his breath warm against my skin as he sank his face into my ass. My eyes widened as his tongue breached me, sparkles
of stars swimming in my vision…
MIGUELCould she just shut up?!“You didn’t pick up my calls, Sal!” Emily cried from downstairs, her voice trembling, every word dripping with wounded pride. “You don’t care about me anymore, do you? I could’ve been dying, and you wouldn’t even know!”Salvatore muttered something soothing that I didn’t catch.I ground my teeth together, the muscles in my arms tightening until they ached. Her voice grated against my nerves. Each high-pitched complaint burrowed under my skin. I wanted to yell, to tell her he also didn’t pick mine because he was busy, and to tell her how annoying those cries were, but I kept shut. Did she think she was the only one affected?I had planned to be furious with him too. He hadn’t answered my calls either. He’d left me to fend off Emily’s meltdown alone, leaving me stewing in my frustration. My chest burned. I was waiting for him to come upstairs so I could throw it all in his face.Minutes crawled by, and then the noise downstairs softened. Emily’s voice
SALVATORE“Now we know how they always stayed a step ahead of us.”John nodded in agreement.The wreckage floated in broken clumps near the riverbank. It was like a graveyard of shattered circuits and melted plastic.John, Karl, and I stood motionless on the deck, our legs planted wide for balance. We were close enough to the shore to see the full extent of the damage we had caused. Bits of the enemy’s surveillance tech—tiny transmitters, hidden motion detectors, and compact signal boosters—now floated in useless clumps. It wasn’t enough to win the war, not even close, but it was a blow struck cleanly and it mattered. After so many months of playing defence, tonight felt like a beginning.“Let’s head back.” The words were simple but full of everything I didn’t say: the relief, the anger, the determination. They’d been keeping tabs on everything that moved in our axis. Too bad we just got their bots destroyed.We got to the docks in no time, gathered everything we came with and start
SALVATOREThe stillness of the bay was almost eerie. Only the gentle lapping of water against the boat’s hull broke the silence. It was already getting dark and the horizon stretched endlessly into a quiet expanse that felt peaceful yet foreboding, hiding secrets beneath its glassy surface.I stepped out of the truck and, on instinct, scanned the area. John dragged a heavy bag from the back. Karl followed closely behind, taking in the scene just as I was doing.We climbed aboard. The boat rocked slightly under our weight, the wood creaking as John moved to the front. He mounted the wheel, and before long, the engine roared to life. I settled at the back with Karl, looking at the small tablet glowing faintly in my hands. I started scanning for any signs of radioactivity. This was John’s idea. If we could do a scan, we would know if there are things that need to be taken care of beneath the boat.My eyes flicked between the screen and the water, but the calm surface gave nothing away
SALVATORE“We need to tighten security on the east side routes. There have been too many eyes lately.” I leaned forward with my hands braced on the desk, my eyes scanning the three people seated across from me. Did they even hear what I said? Vince shifted first. He was a broad man with a scar cutting through his cheek, burning a cigar between thick fingers. Marco leaned back in his chair, sharp-eyed as ever, his attention never wavering. Elena, the most dangerous lady I’d come across in this game, was seated at the other end of the table, her leg crossed over the other, and red nails tapping lightly on the armrest.We had discussed so much, and right now, I was losing interest. Stacks of bundled cash were in open boxes between us, crisp bills pressed together like bricks. Next to them, tightly sealed bags of white powder reflected the streaks of noon sunlight cutting through the blinds. The air smelled of smoke, leather, and the raw edge of money and risk.At first, I thought we
MIGUELFuck this.I stood in my room, staring out at the noon sun blazing over the street. The harsh light did nothing to burn away the tight, brooding anger that had settled in my chest. My heart was beating fast, and I could already feel my fingers itching like I wanted to hit someone. Each unanswered call to Salvatore made me boil. I couldn’t tell why. He wasn’t picking up. Again. I could still hear his voice from this morning, calm but distracted as he kissed me goodbye at the warehouse, promising he’d call when he could. He already told me that he would be busy all day. Meetings. A route check. A supply check after. Too busy.He’d handed me off to John, who dropped me back at the house without saying much, just a nod and a soft “Take care.” And now I was here—alone with Emily—and it wasn’t just the silence or the unanswered calls that pissed me off. It was her. Her being here. A relic from a life I didn’t want anymore was lounging in this fucking house that now felt like a ca
MIGUELMaybe I was overreacting, but it was better that Karl knew this was not a safe space for him to do whatever he wanted.I lay in Salvatore’s arms with my body still pressed against his. His arm tightened around me, pulling me closer, and his lips brushed against my forehead.I sighed and melted further into him, but the tension in my chest refused to ease. I hated this Karl guy. I really did. He always made my heart beat fast—from irritation and fear—and as much as I hated to admit it, I was more scared than jealous. What if he seduced Sal?Was I just being jealous? No! Jealous? I wasn’t jealous. I was just being… careful.Salvatore’s lips moved against my temple, his voice low. “Do not be mad, baby,” he whispered as his hand slid to my waist. “Karl is just doing his job. He does not mean anything by it. You are the only one I see. I love you.”His words were tender, sinking into me like warm water, loosening the knot in my chest. Still, I kept my mouth tight, unwilling to give
SALVATOREI stood behind Miguel, my body pressed flush against his, his heat seeping straight into my cock.He was still speaking to John, handing papers across the table with a voice that was steady despite the tension vibrating in him. My eyes flicked across the warehouse again. The workers were scattered and their attention was locked on their tasks. None of them even glanced our way.Perfect. I grinned mischievously.The low hum of activity drowned out the quiet sounds of my belt slipping through the loops.Miguel cleared his throat. His voice was tighter now, his elbow nudging me in a silent warning. He was trying to push me back without drawing attention, but I stayed where I was, unmoved. The desire was a live current between us. John didn’t seem to notice a thing. His eyes remained on the receipts, his fingers flipping through the sheets Miguel handed over like nothing was amiss. Meanwhile, I pressed closer, allowing the table to hide the subtle grind of my hips.I leaned in
SALVATOREI blinked at Miguel, confused for a second.I knew something was off. He’d been quiet the entire ride, and his mood was sour even before we even left the house, but he hadn’t said a word about it.So I thought it was Emily weighing on him. I thought the heaviness in his chest belonged to her.But then he had suddenly snapped.“What the fuck is that?” he demanded, his finger stabbing toward the warehouse entrance where Karl had just disappeared with my coat. The fire in his eyes startled me. He had the kind of anger that was spontaneous and confusing. My heart jumped, my brow furrowing as I turned to him.“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice low but laced with concern. I stepped in closer, lifting my hands, instinct pushing me to touch him, but he swatted my hand away.His movements were sharp, his glare like a strike. He pointed again, the fury in him shaking loose. “When did you two get so damn close?” he bit out. “Why was he grinning at you like a sheep in heat, Sal? What th
MIGUELShe should have just died in that accident. It would have been better for everyone if she did.I stood by the window of my room with my arms folded tightly across my chest as I stared into the deepening twilight. The sky outside had bled into a bruised purple, shadows stretching long across the neighbourhood rooftops, but I hardly noticed any of it. My focus was locked inward on the boiling resentment twisting through me like smoke. From downstairs, Emily’s cries pierced the stillness reminding me of the storm that had moved back into this house.She was back. The bitch.Her return felt like a noose tightening around my throat. She was already taking up too much space, her voice dragging down every breath I tried to take. Every moan, every whimper from the living room tore at the fragile peace I’d been clinging to since Salvatore entered my life. She was shattering everything, as usual.Emily had always made things worse. Her brand of love had always come with strings, with
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