All Chapters of Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

TRISTAN'S POVThe sting of it was still there, a phantom burn on my lips. Giovanni. Just the thought of his name sent a tremor through me, a ridiculous, unwanted tremor. Just minutes ago, he’d had me pinned against the wall, his mouth a wildfire on mine, his body a hard promise against my own. Then, just as I was about to lose myself in the sensation, he’d pulled away. Snapped back to reality, leaving me gasping for air and… wanting."We will continue this when I return tonight. And until then, you are not allowed to touch yourself. You need to wait for me." he’d said, his voice a low growl against my ear. And then he was gone, leaving me standing there, a mess of confused frustration and something terrifyingly close to… anticipation.Now, alone in my room, I paced like a caged animal. I scrubbed a hand over my face, trying to erase the memory of his touch, the taste of him. "You fucking idiot!" I hissed at my reflection. "Don't fall for his trick!"It was a tri

TRISTAN'S POVThe gravel crunched under my worn-out boots as I stepped off the fifth bus, a familiar knot of anxiety tightening in my gut. Twelve hours. It had been twelve hours since I slipped through Giovanni's fingers, twelve hours of looking over my shoulder, of swallowing down the bile of guilt and fear. Guilt for Cole, the poor bastard who’d fallen for my desperate act, and fear of the storm Giovanni would unleash when he discovered I was gone.Guilt gnawed at me. Cole. Damn him and his trusting eyes. "Just a little closer," I'd purred, and the fool had fallen right into my lap. I pictured his face, slack and unconscious, tied to the ridiculously opulent bed. Giovanni would skin him alive, metaphorically, maybe literally. Shoving the image away, I repeated my mantra: Survival. Freedom. Me.I had to keep moving, keep changing routes. Airports were out of the question. Too easy to track. Instead, I was bouncing between these backwater bus lines, a ghost trying to disappear into th

GIOVANNI'S POV The thrill was a live wire under my skin. Tristan. Found. The word echoed in my head, a mantra I hadn't dared to whisper aloud for so long. Twelve hours. That's all it took. Twelve hours to unravel his painstakingly crafted escape, a testament to both his cunning and my own… unwavering dedication.I practically vibrated with pent-up energy, pacing the length of my office like a caged predator. The city lights blurred beyond the panoramic window, meaningless compared to the pinpoint on the map now burned into my memory: Oakhaven. A backwater town, nestled deep in the countryside. Picturesque, no doubt. And utterly, irrevocably, doomed.I snatched the folder from my desk, the crisp paper whispering promises of reunion. Oakhaven… He’d chosen well, I’ll give him that. Remote, unassuming, the kind of place you’d drive through without a second glance. If it weren't me searching, it might have worked.A grudging respect simmered within me. He'd been resourceful, I'll grant hi

TRISTAN'S POVI can’t believe it. Giovanni. Here. In Oakhaven. I actually thought I’d gotten away. A whole week. Seven days of breathing without the weight of his gaze, the fear of his touch. Seven sunsets that weren’t painted with the dread of dawn. And now, here he is.He’s standing in my doorway, a dark silhouette against the fading light of the afternoon. He looks… immaculate. Like he’s stepped straight out of a magazine, not tracked me down to this forgotten corner of the world."Tristan," he says, the name a silken threat rolling off his tongue. "I've found you."Panic claws at my throat. I can’t let him take me back. Back to the estate. Back to that gilded cage. I dig my heels into the worn floorboards.“Get out, Giovanni. I don't want to go back.”He tries to pull me, his grip surprisingly strong. I resist, pulling back with all my might. "Let me go! I’m not yours!"Giovanni stops, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. “Is that so, Tristan? It looks like you want

TRISTAN'S POV"On your knees," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. I complied, my heart racing as I knelt before him, my eyes locked on his.Giovanni's hand reached out, his fingers curling around my jaw, forcing my head up. "You're not finished yet, Tristan," he said, his voice a low rumble. "And neither am I."His words hung in the air, a promise of more to come, as his hand moved to his cock, stroking it with a slow, deliberate motion. My eyes followed his hand, my mouth watering, my body aching to taste him again.But as I opened my mouth, ready to take him, Giovanni's hand stopped, his gaze holding mine. "Not yet," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "First, you're going to beg."My heart pounded, my mind racing as I realized this was just the beginning. Giovanni's control was absolute, his dominance unwavering, and I knew that my surrender was far from over. The question was, how far would I go? And more importantly, how far would he take me?The answer r