Semua Bab Owned by the Mafia Billionaire (A MxM erotica novel): Bab 11 - Bab 15

Remy's POV I felt a rush of emotions surge through me as Callum crashed his lips on mine. But they were the least of my worries. Even the pain gnawing at my wounded side could not compare to the need clawing through me. The effect of his kiss was immediate. My cock strained in my jeans, thick and pulsing. His hard body pressed into mine, his thigh slotted between my legs, grinding me into the cold counter. Fuck. I gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue deep, tasting me like he’d been dying to. Like he owned me already. My hands gripped the back of his neck, dragging him closer. I didn’t care that this was the man who’d accused me hours ago. I was annoyed at him for accusing me, but I couldn't stay mad. Not with a body like that pressed against mine.”Hell, All I wanted was him. Callum’s palm slid down my side, stopping just above the waistband of my jeans. I hissed as he brushed my wound, sending a jolt of electricity that shot straight

Callum's POV My heart drummed loudly at the mention of the black March files missing. The arousal I felt dissipated instantly. It felt like a bucket of ice water was poured on me.How the hell was my security breached? Ethan immediately crossed my mind but I dismissed the idea. He was being held captive in God knows where, under lock and watch. There was no way he was behind this. As far as I knew, no one else was supposed to be aware of the file’s existence. That made this situation worse.I needed to get home. Fast.I walked back to where Remy stood, his back pressed against the counter. His eyes hadn’t left me. They were searching, maybe curious, maybe worried."Let's get you to see a proper doctor at my place," I said, dipping my hand into my pocket for the keys. "It's unhealthy for you to stay here. I’ll talk to the police about the reopening."He opened his mouth like he wanted to argue, then closed it. A short nod followed. He stepped away from the counter, wincing. I moved c

Callum's POV “You didn’t even let him say goodbye," the Don said, a mischievous smile forming on his face.“You know I don’t have time for games," I answered. “Just do what you need to do. I need a name.”I walked out and pulled the bloody towel Alex gave me over my face. Their screams followed me down the hallway like static on a dead frequency.The air outside felt cold on my skin. My shirt clung to me, sticky with sweat and blood. I wiped myself down and got into the car. Miguel was waiting outside."Where to, sir?""Home."The drive was silent except for the low hum of the engine. My head was buzzing. Who the hell sent them? Who wanted that file? What did they really want from me?When we reached the house, the lights were low. I dismissed Miguel and walked inside. The chef met me in the hallway."Sir, Dr. Varma left a note. She said Remy’s condition changed."I frowned. "What do you mean?""He had a slight fever. She cleaned and dressed the wound again but said there may be a m