Semua Bab Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession: Bab 81 - Bab 90

GIOVANNI'S POVI stood there, my eyes fixed on Tristan's naked form, his body a canvas of pale skin and delicate curves, now marred by the restraints I'd imposed. My belt held his wrists firmly above his head, and my necktie, once a symbol of elegance, now served as a blindfold, concealing his eyes from the world. The sight should have been satisfying, a testament to my dominance, but my anger still simmered, a volatile cocktail of jealousy and betrayal."You think you can just walk away, Tristan?" I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "After everything, you dare to play the innocent?"He squirmed against the bed, his body taut with tension. "I did nothing wrong, Giovanni. You kicked me out, remember? I'm free to do as I please." His voice, usually so smooth and seductive, now carried a defiant edge.I took a step closer, my footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor. "Free? Is that what you think? You're bound to me, Tristan. Bound by more than just this belt." I gestured to the res

GIOVANNI'S POV The steam curled around us like a living thing, thick and suffocating, clinging to my skin as I stood there, my cock still half-hard in Tristan’s mouth. He knelt before me, his lips parted just enough to let his tongue drag slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive head, cleaning me with a kind of reverence that made my stomach tighten. The taste of my own cum glistened at the corners of his mouth, his lashes dark and wet, clumped together from the humidity. His fingers twitched against his thighs, like he was fighting the urge to touch himself, to take what he wanted without permission. Good boy. He knew better.I should’ve walked away. My suit was pressed and hanging on the door, my watch already strapped to my wrist, the weight of it a reminder that I had a meeting in forty minutes. But the way his throat fluttered around the tip of my cock, the way his breath hitched when I threaded my fingers into his hair—fuck. The plan to leave dissolved like sugar in the he

GIOVANNI'S POV The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across Juliana’s face, highlighting the unnaturally peaceful rise and fall of her chest. She was out cold, a dead weight on the silk sheets. My lips curled into a silent, victorious smirk. It had been an easy job, really, almost disappointingly so. “Just a little something to loosen us up, darling,” I’d purred, swirling the crimson liquid in her glass. “Our night will be so much more…uninhibited.” Juliana, bless her lust-driven heart, had practically snatched the glass from my hand. A gold-digging whore, through and through, even if she did hail from the illustrious Conti family. Their name meant nothing when her eyes gleamed at the mere mention of my family’s wealth.I reached for the remote, my fingers still tingling from the feigned intimacy, and the raucous moans echoing from the television set abruptly ceased. The silence that followed was jarring, almost deafening, after the simulated cacophony. That had been

TRISTAN'S POVThe first touch of dawn filtering through my window was no longer a promise of a new day, but a grim herald of its predecessor's memory. It had been weeks, perhaps months, since that initial night, and life had settled into a rhythm so twisted, so utterly depraved, it had become… normal.Every evening, a predictable symphony began in the room next door – Giovanni’s room, where his fiancée, Juliana, slept. I’d lie awake, rigid, listening to the creaking of the bed, the muffled groans that filtered through the thick walls. Juliana’s cries, sometimes sharp, sometimes drawn out, were a prelude to my own torment. It usually lasted an hour, sometimes more, sometimes less. I could practically chart the trajectory of their passion from the sounds alone.Then, silence would fall, heavy and suffocating. I’d hold my breath, waiting. And, inevitably, just as the moon reached its zenith, a soft click of my door, a shadow slipping in. Giovanni.He was a predator, a phantom in the dark

GIOVANNI'S POV“Good. Now go back to your room and clean up before I change my mind and fuck you again. You will start today your three-day celibacy until I come back.”My voice was a low growl, a rumble of satisfied command that resonated in the thick, still air of my study. Tristan, splayed across the polished mahogany of my antique desk moments before, now scrambled, a flush spreading from his neck up to his ears. It was a beautiful sight, that frantic scramble, the sudden modesty after the brazen exhibition of his body. My gaze lingered on the curve of his pale ass as he bent to retrieve his discarded clothes, the lingering scent of our coupling still sharp in the room. He was quick, his movements a blur of nervous energy, proof of my absolute hold. I let out a soft, guttural chuckle, the sound vibrating in my chest, a sound of pure dominion. He fumbled with his shirt, pulling it on with a haste that spoke volumes, before practically fleeing the room. The door shut with a soft cl