Semua Bab The mafia King's Pet [M×M]: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Mate!!Damon’s POVIn a flash, I was at his front, a loud crashing sound followed by bones breaking drummed in my ears like pleasant music. My hands clamped down hard at his neck, sharp claws brushing at his jugular artery. “Why are you here?” I managed to ask with gritted teeth, barely holding my wolf dax from crushing him in one snap.“We need to talk, my king.”“No,” I said, voice low. “There is nothing to talk about, step aside.”His jaw clenched. “Is it true?” he asked. “What Daphne said…about the blood ritual?”My fingers clenched into my fist. Damn it, “you should not poke your nose in where it doesn't belong. That’s not your business to worry about.”“It is if you are considering using your blood to wake him up,” he snapped, eyes flaring. “You know what that means. What it could do to him, what it did to her…”“I said, it’s not your goddamned business.” I growled at him, my fangs flashing.He didn’t back down. Of course, he was too stubborn for mere words to stop him.“Are y

The knockMilo’s POVEverything felt different when I woke up. A good type of difference.The air was warmer and richer, mixed with the more familiar scent that tickled my nose. The bed beneath me felt softer than the one I was before. My fingers brushed against the smooth silk sheets that were a little too familiar…I sucked in a deep breath. I didn’t need anyone to tell me where I was.Masters room.I turned and saw him across the room, he was bent over his desk with a little frown that refused to leave his face. He had not noticed me yet.I tried to speak, or call out to him, but I realised that my throat was still sore and all cracked.I let out a slow, deep breath. trying to move my limbs, but I could hardly move them. It felt like I was inside a water tank filled with thick oil. I felt no pain at all. Except for a hollow feeling that lingered in my chest. An ache that refused to go away.That was when bits of memory began to come back to me. The vivid, cruel memory of what I ha

do you have a problem? Milo’s POV His scent hit me like a speeding tuck, causing me to look up at the new person that just entered the room. The familiar sharp cold feelings I had felt in the training ground ran through my body like an electric shock. I froze… It's him! one of the four bullies. The moment I saw his face. I remembered him. He was the leader of the four boys that I had met in the training ground. The one who had mentally attacked me with his wolf… I remembered how I was chased by him and his friends. Their taunts and threats as he chased me through the dark tunnels. My wolf stirred violently, rising to the surface without my consent. Cornel? That was his name I didn't realize the low growl that escaped through my throat, until master's body tensed, his hands clamped on my thighs, holding me from lunging at him. I couldn’t stop myself, no matter how I screamed Lior’s name, he just wouldn't hear me. Pain exploded though my fingers, as my claws pushe

Heated claim [2] Milo pov There was nothing soft about the kiss. It was hot, demanding, and claiming. Everything deep down I wanted. My back ached in pain, his grip on my chin becoming more painful as time went on, but he didn’t stop, not even for a second. He devoured me, like I belong to him, and maybe I belonged to him. My fingers flared uselessly in the air, tangling in his shirt, as I tried to clutch something, anything at all, as the heat roared inside my head like thunder. I tried to match up to his intensity, kissing him back with every amount of fervor and ferocity like I would fall apart if I didn’t. My vision exploded with stars. The taste of master was warm, dark, and intoxicating to me. A soft, involuntary sound slipped from my throat, and I felt the deep rumble of satisfaction from his chest in response. His hands trailed down traces of fire to the small of my back, pressing me hard against him. while his other hand still held my jaw, keeping me in place as i

an audience Milo’s POVMy lungs were on fire, my throat burned, my heart pounding frantically like a ward drum. But despite all this ,there was one thing again even more disturbing and alarming than my exhaustion. It's the fire that was coming from my lower back. And Master even made it worse than it should be…The drills kept on coming, but that was not where the problem lies…it was his hands, they told a different story. I didn’t know whether it was intentional or not, but adjusting my stance meant that his hands would linger on my back for a moment too long. Adjusting my grip meant his fingers would brush against mine, trailing lines of invisible fire along my skin. His chest would brush against my back, his breath tickling my ears every now and then made the training look like hell on earth.Everytime I ran, or stood in a fighting stance, the plug that was plunged deep inside me would move. And each time I would grit my teeth so hard so as not to give him the satisfaction of watc