All Chapters of Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

TRISTAN'S POV It was happening again. Giovanni was being… weird. Clingy. Possessive. It made my skin crawl. I buried my face in the threadbare pillow, the scent of detergent doing little to soothe the rising tide of frustration.“Fuck you, Giovanni!” I shouted, the word muffled by the fabric.“What was that? ‘Fuck me, Giovanni’? Are you sure your hole can handle it now?”My head snapped up. I hadn't heard him come in. Giovanni was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk plastered on his face. He was topless, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans that showcased a distracting V-line. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.My breath hitched. Damn it. I hated this. Hated how my body reacted to him, how my cheeks flushed, how my pulse quickened. Since when did Giovanni, of all people, become so damn… appealing? I cursed myself inwardly. I felt like a horny teenager every time he was around.“Tristan,” he drawled, his eyes raking over me, “stop looking at my body

TRISTAN'S POVI still can’t believe I did it. My lips wrapped around Giovanni’s thick, pulsating cock, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head as he groaned above me. The armor car rumbled beneath us, Dmitri’s steady hands on the wheel the only thing keeping us from careening off the road. The soundproof partition was our only shield, muffling the wet sounds of my mouth working his shaft. Ten minutes. It felt like an eternity, my jaw aching, my throat tight, but I couldn’t stop. Not when Giovanni’s fingers tangled in my blonde hair, guiding me deeper, his low, commanding voice urging me on.“Faster, Tristan,” he growled, his Italian accent thick with desire. “Show me how much you want it.”I hated myself for obeying. Hated that I couldn’t say no, that my body moved on autopilot, my blue eyes fluttering closed as I sucked him harder. Giovanni was my master, my captor, my tormentor. I was his plaything, nothing more than a sex toy for his amusement. The estate loomed in my mind...

TRISTAN'S POV The weight on my side was familiar, comforting even. I woke up, tangled in the sheets with Giovanni. Naked. Of course, we were naked. It was always this way now. I was nestled against his neck, breathing in his scent, a mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely Giovanni, something that made my stomach flip. He was holding me tight, even in sleep, like I was some precious thing he feared would vanish again.My eyes traced the planes of his face. Perfect. Sculpted. Even in his sleep, there was a certain intensity about him, but a tamed intensity, a controlled fire. I let my gaze drift down, over the strong column of his neck. My handiwork was visible there, a constellation of dark purple blossoming against his skin. Hickeys. A testament to the wild nights we'd been having since he dragged me back from Oakhaven three weeks ago.Wild nights had become the norm. Giovanni was a whirlwind of ruthless efficiency during the day, running the Sokolov empire. But at night, he

TRISTAN'S POVMonths had bled into each other like watercolors on wet paper. The sharp, jagged edges of my captivity had softened, smoothed by the unexpected current of… something. I still lived within the gilded cage of Sokolov estate, but the bars felt less like iron and more like ornate, if slightly suffocating, filigree.It was Giovanni. He was changing. Slowly, painstakingly, like a glacier inching across the landscape, but the change was undeniable. The venomous words, the "slut," the "whore," the dehumanizing labels he’d hurled at me during those first agonizing weeks after he’d taken me… they’d stopped. He still possessed me, body and soul, but the contempt was gone. Replaced by… something else. Something I couldn't quite name, but that made my insides churn with a confusing mixture of hope and dread.He’d started treating me… well. Not like a prisoner, not like a possession, but… almost like a person. Like a partner. The shift was subtle at first. A less brutal touch during s

TRISTAN'S POVThe dull ache had been my constant companion these past few weeks. It wasn't a physical ailment a doctor could diagnose, but a deep, throbbing soreness that resonated from the very core of my being. Being Giovanni's… companion, shall we say, came with its own set of challenges, and lately, his desires had been insatiable, his energy boundless. He was a force of nature, and I, was often left battered and bruised in his wake.The silver lining, if you could call it that, was the sheer volume of mafia business keeping Giovanni occupied. The less free time he had, the more reprieve my body received. So, I found myself almost grateful for the endless meetings and late-night calls, the tension that constantly radiated from him, knowing it meant a few hours of peace for me.Today, I managed to carve out some time for myself and headed to the Sokolov estate's private gym. I needed to sweat, to move, to reclaim some semblance of control over my own body. It had been too long sinc