All Chapters of Owned by the Mafia Billionaire (A MxM erotica novel): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

Chapter thirteen Elio's POV I stepped back slowly, zipping up without a sound. This boy. This reckless, loud-mouthed hacker who should’ve been terrified, who was terrified yesterday, just let me use his mouth like it belonged to me. Taking my cock like he’d been waiting for it. I stood there, my breath shallow, watching how his eyes were glossy, his face flushed, and mouth still parted like he wasn’t done. Like he wanted more. He knelt there on the cold tile, chest heaving.There was a wet spot on the front of his brief indicating that he hadn’t touched himself. Good. Very good. But I didn’t say it. My eyes glided over him again, noticing how my release slicked the corner of his mouth, and I watched him swallow the rest without flinching. Fucking hell. I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve said nothing, done nothing, maybe given him a pat on the head and left like I usually did. But I didn't. Instead, I looked down at him with the same cold indifference I gave everyone. Like I

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

Callum's POV My eyes blurred through the document in my hands. My mind has been hazy since last night. Alex didn't come home nor did he return my call when I called back. Who fucking drops a bomb and doesn't press the button?Something was definitely off. Too odd. The Don's phone had been unreachable too. I tried twice this morning, and again after I got to the office. Voicemail. Not even his usual clipped message. Just silence. If they were playing me, they were doing it too well. If they were in trouble, I was already too late.I tried to push the tension aside. I had gone through three meetings and a security debrief this morning, but I barely remembered anything anyone said. My mind kept pulling me back to Remy.His thoughts had lingered like a toxin in my head. I kept replaying the times we kissed. They had been impulsive for me. And there was the way he looked at me. Like he saw something I hadn’t even figured out about myself. I had spent the entire drive to the office wond

Callum's POVHe didn’t wait.His hand wrapped around my cock firmly, but with a kind of reverence that made my skin burn. I sat still, frozen in a tension I couldn’t name, my muscles drawn tight as a wire.Then he lowered his head.The first brush of his lips against the tip of my cock made my breath catch. He kissed me there, slow and deliberate. He let his tongue slip over the head in one long drag that made me groan.“Remy…” I warned, my voice hoarse.But he didn’t stop.His lips parted fully, and he took me into his mouth. Hot. Wet. Perfect.I should’ve stopped him. Told him to lie back down. Told him he needed fluids and sleep and anything else that wasn’t me.But I didn’t move.My cock was already hard, already aching. But this—This was about more than getting off.I wanted to see what I looked like through his eyes. I wanted to know what it felt like to be needed like that. Wanted like that.And I fucking let him.My fingers gripped the edge of the bed. His mouth moved slowly,