All Chapters of Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

GIOVANNI"Gin..." Adrian groaned into my mouth, and I sucked every sounds he made into my mouth and swallowed them down. They all seemed to went straight to my cock and... I was so fucking hard.I had cum twice, tonight, to his boxer brief but it wasn't enough. I wanted the real thing and Adrian was the only person I had ever had sex with that could make me feel better now.I had been fucking dudes, both younger and older since I was seventeen and... Fuck. Sex with Adrian was the best of them all. I loved being inside him. I loved the feel of his warm, tight hole around me, sucking me in and milking me dry.I loved the way he moved his body underneath me and cried in painful pleasure. I loved the way Adrian always pulled me back and wrapped his arms around me everytime I tried to pull away during sex.I loved the ethereal look on his face when he was about to cum. And the way I drawl out melodies rhythm from him, the moans, they were the most angelic songs I had ever heard.I knew I w

GIOVANNI Adrian looked so fucking good when he was wrapped tightly in pleasure. He looked more sexier with the cuff on and blindfold that I wished we could be like this forever. He shoved his cock further down my throat, and I relaxed, accepting it all.Taking every fucking thing he gave to me in this moment. He could piss down my throat and I would beg him for more.I looked up, locking my eyes in his beauty and intense hold that felt ironclad when I looked at the beautiful marks I had gave him. Not even Satan himself could break the admiration I had for him. The world fell away, and it was just us, how it was meant to be.“Giovanni, I hate that you're making me feel better than anyone has ever done,” Adrian cried out, and I was so sure he couldn't hear his own voice.If he did, he wouldn't have keep talking to me in this voice because it was the most sexy sound I had ever heard.Adrian moved his bounded hands to grab my hair, fingers playing with my hair and I felt fulfilled with t

ADRIAN "Breakfast is waiting; come down when you're finished," Giovanni said, his voice fading as the bedroom door opened and closed. I sighed, letting the shower's warm water poured down on me as I rinsed my hair, my mind still reeling from the fact that I had woken up in Giovanni's extravagant penthouse. Never in a million years would I have thought I would someday be waking up to Giovanni's large arm wrapping around my waist with his hot breath fanning against my neck. Neither would I have thought he would buy clothes for me, and also will be making my breakfast. Everything has happened so fast and I didn't seem to know how to undo everything that had happened. I couldn't even stop my heart from beating so fast at the mention of his name. Could it be I was beginning to develop feelings for him? That this was what love is? "It can't be." I scoffed, shaking my head. I can't possibly be harbouring a romantic feeling for him. "I can't afford to have feelings for Giovanni.

GIOVANNI The hardest thing I had ever done in my life was watching Adrian walk away. I tracked his every step as he entered the elevator with Dominic, my eyes glued to the elevator. I didn't dare blink until the elevator doors shut and it started moving downward."Fuck! If not that it would be too dangerous for him I would have loved to bring him with me to Russia." I groaned, pressing my shoulder against the doorframe as I kept staring at the empty elevator, hoping Adrian will come out from it. Rushing back into my arms.I knew it was impossible because Adrian was already on his way to work, and me? Well, I would soon hit the road to meet dad."Just how the fuck am I going to survive two weeks without touching him? Without fucking Adrian? Or kissing him?" I hissed, moved away from the door and walked over to the kitchen aisle to clear the plates Adrian had used for breakfast.I knew this task would definitely be a difficult one before I agreed to do it. But I had to get my brother o

GIOVANNI What was it about Dad that intrigued me? Was it that he was brave? Or was it because he sometimes act reckless and stupid? Or was it because he didn't give a care in the world? Coming to Russia to steal from Bratva clan was a stupid move. I knew that before leaving New York, and I was double sure about how stupid this whole thing was now that I got here. Just coming back from spying on Volkov Bratva, and all I could say was my father was a brainless fool. Volkov Bratva wasn't an ordinary man, and he wasn't stupid either. Volkov Bratva was one of the most powerful men in Russia, and he moved about with tens of men and his mansion was also heavily guarded at all time. Just how I was going to get inside his mansion without crossing an aisle of blood was something I was yet to understand. "Fuck! Get a grip, you bastard. You are doing this for your brother." I groaned, pulling my car over at the hotel's garage and slipped my gun into my jacket before stepping out of th