Mag-log inGunshots cracked through the mansion like thunder. Vincenzo’s arms tightened around me for one second, then he was up, grabbing a gun from the nightstand drawer. “Stay here,” he growled, already heading for the door.I sat up in the messy bed, heart hammering, cum still leaking out of me. Shouts and more shots echoed from downstairs. I should’ve been hoping for rescue. My father coming to save me. But all I felt was fear for Vincenzo. For us.Minutes dragged like hours. Then the door burst open.Vincenzo stumbled in, shirt torn and bloody, a gash on his arm dripping red. His eyes were wild, chest heaving. He kicked the door shut and locked it.“Vincenzo!” I scrambled off the bed, naked, and rushed to him. “You’re hurt…”He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall, mouth crashing into mine. The kiss was desperate, bloody, adrenaline pouring off him. “They tried to take you back,” he snarled against my lips. “Your father’s men. But you’re not going anywhere.”I didn’t pu
Vincenzo didn’t come back to the shower after he walked out. I stood there under the cooling water for a long time, cum still leaking down my legs, wondering what the hell that look on his face meant. Hours later, after the sun went down, two of his men came and moved me.They didn’t chain me this time. Just marched me down the hall to the master bedroom, his room. Bigger bed. Darker sheets. His scent everywhere. They locked the door behind me and left.I sat on the edge of the mattress, heart pounding, when the door opened again. Vincenzo stepped in wearing only black pants, chest bare, tattoos shifting under the low lights.“On the bed, Leo. Face up. Legs spread.”I moved without thinking. My body already knew what he wanted. I lay back, knees falling open, cock twitching even though I tried to fight the pull.He grabbed a black bag from the nightstand and dumped out a thick dildo, a vibrating plug, and lube. “You’re not fighting anymore, are you?” His voice was rough as he climbed
“Your father tried to trade someone else for you yesterday. Offered one of his loyal men instead. I refused. I want you, Leo. Only you.”Vincenzo’s words kept replaying in my head as I lay there covered in his cum, body still buzzing. I barely slept. When morning light finally crept in, he unchained me and ordered me into the massive attached bathroom.“Shower. Now. You stink of sex and fear.”I stepped under the hot spray, trying to wash him off my skin, but the door opened seconds later. Vincenzo stepped in behind me, completely naked, water running down his tattooed chest and abs. His cock was already half-hard again.“Thought you could shower alone?” he said, pressing up against my back. His big hands grabbed the soap and started lathering my chest. “No. Everything you do here, I watch. I touch.”His soapy hands slid lower, stroking my cock slowly, teasing. I tried to stay stiff, to fight it. “I don’t need your help washing. Get out.”But my cock hardened fully in his fist anyway.
“By morning you’ll beg me to breed that tight ass.”Vincenzo’s words echoed in my head long after he left the room, leaving me chained to the bed with his cum still coating my throat. Hours dragged by. My jaw ached. My wrists burned from the cuffs. The silk sheets stuck to my sweaty skin, and my cock stayed traitorously half-hard no matter how much I cursed him in my mind.The door finally opened again. Vincenzo walked in carrying a glass of water, still in that open black shirt, looking like he’d just handled business while I rotted here.“Still glaring, Leo?” he said, setting the glass on the nightstand. “Thirsty?”“Fuck you,” I rasped, voice hoarse from the throat fucking. “Let me go. My father will destroy you for this.”He sat on the edge of the bed, his big hand landing on my thigh. “Your father is the reason you’re still here. But we’ll get to that.” His fingers traced up slowly, brushing over my cock, which twitched hard at the contact. “Look at this. Still hard for me after a
Cold metal bit into my wrists as I jerked awake, chains rattling against the heavy wooden headboard. My head throbbed like someone had slammed it against concrete. I tugged hard, but the cuffs didn’t budge. Silk sheets under my bare back. A massive bedroom that looked like it belonged in some billionaire’s wet dream, dark wood, gold accents, floor-to-ceiling windows covered by heavy curtains.“What the fuck…” I rasped, yanking again. My clothes were gone except for my boxers. Panic hit me fast.The door opened with a soft click.Vincenzo Rossi stepped in like he owned the air itself. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show powerful forearms covered in tattoos. His dark eyes locked on me immediately, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face.“Morning, Leo. Sleep well?”“You son of a bitch,” I snarled, pulling at the chains again. “Let me go right now. My father will burn your entire empire to the ground for this.”Vincenzo chuckled l
“We win today, but hear me now. You’re not transferring clubs. You’re mine now…no more rivals. Try to leave and I’ll make sure you stay right here, full of my cum every fucking day.”Marcus’s warning still burned in my ears as the team celebrated back at the championship hotel. Music thumped through the ballroom downstairs, guys shouting and laughing, but he had me by the wrist the second we slipped away from the crowd.“Marcus, the whole team’s down there,” I protested as he pulled me into his suite and kicked the door shut. “They’ll notice we’re both gone.”“Let them party.” He shoved me toward the big bed, eyes wild with victory and something darker. “Tonight I’m celebrating my way. Strip.”I hesitated only a second before peeling off my shirt and shorts. My cock was already half-hard just from the look on his face. He grabbed silk ties from his bag, probably planned this, and pushed me down on the bed.“Hands above your head.”“Bossy as always,” I muttered, but I let him tie my wr
"Damien..." The word slipped out of me in the dark, raw and needy, as his thick cock stretched me open again. He didn't stop. He kept thrusting slow and deep, his heavy body pressed against my back, one arm wrapped around my chest like he couldn't let go even in his sleep."Fuck, you feel so good,
"I already canceled your apartment lease. You're moving into my place tonight."The words hit me like a punch as I knelt there on the bathroom floor, his cum still sticky on my face. I opened my mouth to argue, but Damien just wiped my chin with his thumb and pushed it between my lips."Suck it cle
“We’re not leaving this cabin until I fuck you raw tonight.”Ryan’s words hung heavy in the air as he hovered over me, his body still pinning me to the bed. My cum soaked through my shorts, sticky and warm against my skin. I lay there panting, heart racing, trying to process what the hell just happ
The tires crunched on the gravel as I pulled up to the old family cabin, dust swirling behind my beat-up car. I killed the engine and stepped out, stretching my stiff back after the long drive. The place looked the same, deep in the woods, surrounded by tall pines, air thick with the smell of earth







