To Crave My Mafia Captor

Matthias groaned as he was dumped into a chair, the metal legs scraping annoyingly against the rough floor. The bag was pulled from his head and he blinked, taking in his surroundings.

Dirty, slimy walls with graffiti, a pungent smell that sent his stomach coiling, and trash littered around with rats playing tag. Where the fuck was he? How did he end up here?

Matthias tried to move, but he couldn't. His wrists were bound behind his back. His legs were freed, but that didn't help at all. Every muscle in his body ached as if he had been training vigorously in the gym for years without stopping.

What happened? He remembered that he was walking out of a nightclub after celebrating a friend's engagement.

The sound of the metal door creaking open hauntingly reached his ears. Matthias snapped his head up as a man came into view, strolling towards him, hands tucked in his pockets. A lollipop dangled from his lips.

His eyes traveled up to the man's face. This was... Matthias was blown away and dumbstruck.

This was the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. Blonde hair, blue-grey eyes, and full lips. His skin was a little tan, the color of light honey. He had a little rugged edge mixed with boyish charm. But his eyes... Matthias felt something else, staring into his eyes.

The gorgeous man regarded him with a cruel smirk. He towered over Matthias with a deadly aura. Behind him were probably his guards, dressed in black suits. They wore expressionless faces as they glared at Matthias. Matthias could see the shape of guns beneath the men's jackets.

Holy shit.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" The gorgeous man pinched Matthias' chin. He spoke with an accent. This man wasn't American or British.

Gorgeous as he was, this was his kidnapper.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Matthias demanded through gritted teeth.

The man laughed wickedly. He sucked on his lollipop and pulled a knife out, twirling it between his fingers.

"I'm the one who gets to ask the questions. Not you," he said in a playful yet dark tone.

"Who hired you?" Matthias demanded.

"Where is the money?" the man asked.

Money? What money?

He wants my money? Matthias was confused. Who was targeting him? Was it his cousins? His uncle? Aunt? Or one of his business rivals?

"You want money? Let me go. I'll give you double the amount whoever is paying you," Matthias tried to sound confident despite the fear bubbling in his chest and his heart beating fast. His hands felt clammy.

Matthias started to think about how to escape from this dangerous man.

"Don't play games with me. Where's the money? I might let you go if you tell me," his kidnapper spoke in a smooth, rich timbre that Matthias found annoyingly attractive.

"I'll give you triple then. Or quadruple, if that's what you want," Matthias exhaled, swallowing his fear down.

This man wants more money? Fine. He'll give it to him. Once he gets out of here, Matthias planned to find whoever is behind this kidnapper and make them pay for it.

He tried to control his breathing when the man pressed the knife against his cheek. The man lowered himself on his haunches, pouting slightly as he sighed.

"Money. Don't make me repeat myself. You should have known better than to steal from my brother, from us. We trusted you. Yet you betrayed us."

Steal? Steal what? Matthias Asher Whitlock would never steal money. He was the gold maker. Having owned a multi-trillionaire empire that he inherited from his grandparents, he wasn't short of money.

He made every single dime he spent. So when this gorgeous kidnapper accused him of stealing money, all the more Matthias became confused.

Matthias tilted his head to one side and said, "I didn't steal any money."

The man scoffed. Then he laughed softly, pressing the blunt end of the knife against Matthias' cheek.

"Such a beautiful face. I'm sure you don't want Amanda to fuck it up now, do you?"

"W-who's Amanda?"

"You're looking at her." The man's grey eyes shifted to the knife, then back to Matthias'.

Amanda was the name of his knife.

"Pretty, isn't she? She's made from a special steel in Africa. I went to great lengths just to buy her and have her designed. See the hilt?" The man tilted the hilt of the knife at Matthias' face.

Matthias flinched and moved back. The blade was so close to his face. It could cut him and end his life anytime soon.

The hilt was decorated with a wolf and some scale-like pattern, making it look like a fantasy vintage knife.

"Beautiful, no? Imagine your blood dripping down the blade to the hilt, soaking into my fingers. Imagine the pain and glory when you feel the pain and the freedom of losing blood."

His words were like a snake, wrapping around Matthias' ankles, slithering down his spine. Another snake wrapped around his neck, squeezing until he couldn't breathe. Matthias could hear his heart thrashing beneath his chest and his pulse thundering like crazy. His blood ran cold. This man was a psychopath.

Who would be so comfortable with blood and violence?

"You're a psycho! Let me go! I didn't steal anything from you!" Matthias yelled, struggling against his bonds.

"Help! Help!" Matthias screamed for help. The guards regarded him with bored looks.

"It's no use. I've killed everyone around this area so that you and I can go on a lovely date. Isn't it nice, to spend some quality time with me and Amanda, Antonio?"

Antonio? Who the hell was that?

The man dragged the knife down Matthias' chest. It went down to his stomach where his abs were rising and falling, in and out, fast.

The knife went all the way to Matthias' cock. Matthias' eyes widened as the man patted his cock with the knife.

It wasn't the knife that made his eyes bulge. It was the state his cock was in. Matthias was hard.