บททั้งหมดของ MY LITTLE PRINCE (MxM): บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

DMITRI ROMANOV'S POVI step out of my car and onto the driveway of my family's mansion, feeling a mix of emotions as I gaze up at the imposing structure. It's been a long time since I've been back here, and I'm not sure I'm ready to face the memories and the people that come with it.My family is used to my behavior, though. They're accustomed to me disappearing for weeks or even months at a time, only to return when it suits me. It's just the way I've always been, and they've learned to accept it.But it's not just me. None of my family members, except for Jeremy, really like to live in this house. They're not fond of our father and his...tasteless ways of getting what he wants. He's a mafia boss, and that comes with a certain level of violence and ruthlessness that not everyone is comfortable with.My mother, in particular, has always been opposed to our father's profession. She hates the violence and the power struggles that come with it. And she's not afraid to speak her mind, eve

18+ content ahead; only read if you are comfortable with it.SPENCER HAYES'S POVHis touch felt like fire to my body; his words were more than enough to get me on my knees and suck the soul out of him.I am very used to Dmitri's loving gaze towards me, like he wants to cherish me, love me, and make me his.But the one standing in front of me is somebody else, a side of him that I never saw.The look in his eyes is surrounded by lust, dominance, and a shade of love.At this moment I feel he surely doesn't want to cherish me but ruin me so that I can never become what I was before.His movements are harsh, and his words are stingy, but who said I didn't like it rough?His eyes assaulting my petite figure is such a turn-on.I could feel the precum on my dick.I could feel my asshole throbbing, wanting something to replace the emptiness.He is sitting on the bed like a king, like a lord, he wants me to say.Do I object? No.I am surely in whatever this roleplay shit is.I am on my knees,

DMITRI ROMANOV'S POVI glared at Nikolai, trying to keep my cool. "I told you to wait for some more days," I said, my voice low and even, but with a hint of frustration.Nikolai just shrugged, a relaxed smile on his face. "I couldn't wait," he said, his voice casual. I felt a surge of annoyance.Why did Nikolai always have to be so impulsive? Didn't he think about the consequences of his actions?Ivan, who had been standing by the window, turned and walked over to the sofa, flopping down onto it with a sulky expression. "You knew about this shit from the very beginning," he muttered, his eyes fixed on Nikolai. I shot him a look, but he just shrugged. I knew he was thinking the same thing I was—why did Nikolai always have to cause so much drama?As I looked at Nikolai, I couldn't help but think about how close the three of us were. We had grown up together, and despite our differences, we had always been there for each other.But as I thought about our family dynamics, my mind wand

Spencer Hayes's POVI stood frozen in shock as the kidnapper revealed himself to be none other than my father, Arthur Hayes, the King of Atlanska.His face was twisted in a scowl, his eyes blazing with fury."So, you're the one who's been behind all this," I spat, trying to keep my voice steady. My father took a step closer to me, his voice dripping with venom. "You're the one who's been causing all the trouble, Spencer. Your careless lifestyle has damaged our family's reputation beyond repair. You're a disappointment to me, to our family, and to our kingdom."I felt a surge of anger and resentment towards my father. "You kicked me out of the family," I reminded him, my voice shaking with emotion. "You disowned me, and now you're complaining about my lifestyle?" My father's expression didn't change, but his voice took on a slightly softer tone. "You still have my blood in you, Spencer. The royal blood of the Hayes. You have a duty to uphold our family's honor and reputation."I la

DMITRI Romanov's PovI paced back and forth in the hospital room, my mind racing with worry. Spencer was lying in the bed, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The doctor had just left, and his words kept echoing in my mind. "This trauma can affect his mind, Mr. Dmitri. We don't know what will happen when he wakes up. He may lose his memory, or...or he may regress to a childlike mental state." I felt like I was losing my senses. Spencer had a history of PTSD, and this latest trauma could push him over the edge. I couldn't bear the thought of losing him, of not being able to help him.I stopped pacing and sat down beside Spencer's bed, taking his hand in mine. His fingers were limp, but I held on to them tightly, as if I could will him back to health."Spencer, please," I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion. "Please come back to me. I need you. I love you."I sat there for hours, holding Spencer's hand, talking to him, willing him to wake up. But he