CHAPTER THREE

ETHAN'S POV

The last thing I was expecting was to be on the same bed with the ruthless Mafia lord. He was naked and in his full glory as he climbed on me.

I couldn't move or stop him because he had my two hands strapped to the bed post. All I could do was watch as he came into full view with his huge manhood.

I gasped at the sight of it and was almost not ready for him to penetrate. But Draven did not care, his lips went from mine to my neck then down to my chest where he bit my nipples. Whilst this was going on, his hands played on my dick, stroking it while his fingers rubbed the cap.

I moaned and my body shook.

This was my first experience and I did not know what expression to give off. I have had sex with girls including my ex girlfriend whom I had just broken up with, but nothing was close to what I was experiencing.

As his tongue swirled round my nipples, I could smell the scent of shampoo in his hair. It was nice, but that did not stop me from the thought I had of him.

When he entered me, I almost gave up the ghost. He was too big, too big for my ass.

“You're very tight. ” he said as he began thrusting in.

Fuck! I was not gay!

With this being my first time, I could not hold myself back screaming and shouting.

Was that how it felt?

“Please, stop.” I begged, “I can't take it anymore.”

“Be quiet,” he commanded.

Shit! My asshole was about to be ruptured.

I should have known he was no good in bed too. How different did I think he was going to be in bed? Soft? Gentle?

Well, not for Don Draven. He was. A monster in bed.

“Cum for me.” he whispered in my ear as he laid on my stomach while he continued to thrust.

I moaned hard, feeling the heat of his body on mine.

Fuck!

“I'm cumming.” I said under pressure as he increased the stroke on my dick.

Just then, I shot out a load of cum onto the sheets. Draven pulled out and we both breathed heavily, before he stood up and faced me.

“Get yourself cleaned up.” he said as he picked his clothes.

“I am still tied up.” I said in a shaky tone.

Without saying anything, he walked to each bedpost and removed the straps. Then he glanced at me, but I looked away, my eyes already filled with tears.

Once he was gone, my body shook and I began to cry. For the first time in my life, I was scared.

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DRAVEN’S POV

“Boss, Bernard is here to see you.” Marco said as I walked out of the room.

“Where is he?”

“I took him to your office. He says he likes the atmosphere there.” Marco answered.

I scoffed.

“About Nicole–”

“Let her be.” I said in a straight tone.

“And Ethan? What do you want me to do to him?” he asked me.

I paused and turned to face him.

What exactly did I want to do with him?

Normally, I would have given him to my men to toy with or rather still have him sold off for money.

“I don't need him anymore, he has served his purpose.”

“Should we sell him off instead?” Marco asked, “Vincenzo told me he needed some men to help with the shipment of drugs, we can send him there.”

“He is too soft for that.” I told him.

“What about the clubhouse, he could satisfy the men there, after all they crave for someone soft like him.”

“No,” I said abruptly, “I'll think about something later. For now, let him remain there.”

“Yes, boss.” he said and left.

“What the hell am I doing?” I mumbled to myself as I walked to my office.

As I entered, I caught sight of Bernard seated in the room with his legs crossed. When he saw me, he stood quickly and bowed.

“What brings you here?” I asked him as I took my place at the desk.

“You know my presence means something is about to go off track.” he said as he leaned forward in his seat.

I looked at the young man for some seconds, trying to discern what could have brought him, but I couldn't find anything.

Bernard, a man in his late thirties works as a journalist for a popular television station and secretly as my spy agent so whatever he had to say was surely going to benefit me.

“Spill it.”

The man took a deep breath.

“There is news about some killings,” he blurted out.

“And?” I asked with a raised brow as I took a cigar from my drawer.

“Th–they investigated the killings and somehow, it points to you.” Bernard said with a hint of fear in his voice.

“Is that why you're here?”

“It is something worse because they are planning to use this to secretly filtrate your circle and bring you down,” he explained.

“They dare not do such.” I said with a calm tone, “How am I sure what you are saying is true?”

“It is true! Believe me!” Bernard said, “Don't you trust me anymore. Ever since you decided to overlook my debt and spare my family, I have pledged my loyalty to you.”

I puffed some smoke, but said nothing.

He continued, “I risked my life to come here because you might be in danger.”

“Those killings do not belong to me.” I said abruptly.

“What?”

“I don't kill and leave for the public to find out, Bernard.”

The man looked at me in shock.

“So who is responsible?”

I cast him a glance.

“You should find out for yourself.” I told him, then I rose from my seat and approached him.

When I got to him, I rested a hand on his shoulder and leaned in close to his ear.

“I am aware that there is someone secretly planning to get me downgraded. So I have a mission for you.” I told him, “Find out who this person is before I do and report back to me.”

“Y–yes, boss.” he said in a scared tone.

I smiled and puffed out another smoke on his face before standing upright.

“And Bernard, if any of my men get killed or arrested, be ready to have your family make up for my loss. Is that understood?”

“Yes, I understand.” he answered with a shiver.

I smirked, “Good.”

Then with a gesture of my hand holding the cigarette, I showed him the way out, and he scurried away.

Once he was gone, I walked to the desk, smashed the cigar in the ashtray and clenched my jaws. At that moment, Marco entered.

As I glanced at him, I knew what my next action was going to be.