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Jealous

Levi POVI watched angrily as Sloan or whatever his name was walked out the door, hips swaying like he owned the place. The door clicked shut behind him and the reality of what I just did slammed into me. Oh no. I yanked my arm free from Enzo’s grip and turned to face him fully.He was still seated on the sofa, cock hard and glistening from Sloan’s mouth, veins standing out along the thick length. It twitched under my stare. I swallowed, heat crawling up my neck, and shrugged like it meant nothing. “So this is what you do in your private office?”Enzo tucked himself back into his pants, eyes never leaving my face. “What? You’re jealous now, brother?”“As if.” I scoffed, crossing my arms.“Really?” He stood up, towering over me, and started backing me toward the desk. Step by step until my ass hit the edge of the wood. He leaned in, forcing me to arch backward until my palms braced against the surface. “You’re not jealous?”“I’m not. We ain’t anything to each other.”His smirk widened.

Shower

Levi POVI stood frozen for what felt like forever, chest heaving, before I finally backed away from him. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. I did not answer when he called my name. I just turned and bolted straight for his bedroom. The door slammed behind me. Clothes came off in a frantic rush, shirt yanked over my head, joggers kicked to the corner. I stepped under the shower spray and twisted the knob until scalding water poured down.I have always been disciplined. I have always kept to my rule of never going after one man or woman more than once. But Enzo shattered every rule I ever made. He excited me beyond reason. He made me want things I should not want. I could not do this to my mother. I could not ruin her marriage by fucking her stepson in secret corners of his villa while she honeymooned halfway across the world.The water pounded my shoulders. Steam filled the glass enclosure. Why? Why did it have to be him? Why did my body react like

Jealousy

Levi POVI stepped down the stairs, yawning with nothing but shorts on, fuck. My whole body freaking aches…. For your information we didn’t do anything. I may have woken up covered in marks though. Enzo was sitting on the couch, his back was to me and in front of him was the lady from that day that same fucker who had jabbed the needle into my neck. And another man, oh my, he’s gorgeous! Not Enzo level of gorgeous but I’d totally let him do me. He was covered in tattoos, around his arms as the pattern disappeared into the short sleeve of the shirt he was wearing, it looked pretty obvious he had some around his chest as well. Tattoos would look so good on Enzo as well. He was the first to look up. A slow smirk spread across his lips as his eyes dragged lazily over my body.“Well, well,” he said, voice amused. “Now I can see why.”His comment made Enzo turn around.The moment his eyes landed on me, they darkened. Instantly. Like a storm rolling in out of nowhere.I frowned. I hadn’t

Whatever I want

The car rolled to a stop on the cracked asphalt outside the old cannery. Enzo was the first out, slamming the driver’s door with controlled force. Sebastian followed a second later. I sat frozen in the back seat for half a heartbeat, unsure whether to stay put or move. Before I could decide, my door opened and Enzo reached in, fingers wrapping around my wrist. He pulled me out gently, but the grip was firm enough to remind me who held the leash. “Stay by my side, Levi.” His voice was low. Serious. I scoffed and yanked my wrist free. “I am not a dog.” He raised an eyebrow but did not push. Just stepped ahead, body angled slightly to shield me from the men already watching. “That cop is here,” Sebastian muttered, falling in beside Enzo. Enzo shrugged like it was nothing. “Let him watch.” “I cannot wait for the day I put a fucking bullet through his skull,” Sebastian added under his breath. We did not make it five steps toward the main entrance before a sharp-dressed man in a cheap

Drugged

Levi POV I lay on the bed, pretending to read the book in my hand while my entire focus stayed glued to the bathroom door. Enzo had come home late. His shirt had been stained dark with blood, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hands still flecked red when he disappeared into the ensuite without a word. I had watched him strip in silence, every muscle shifting under the low light, every smear of crimson on his skin making my stomach twist in ways I hated to admit. Now the shower had stopped. The door opened. He stepped out with a white towel knotted low around his hips and another draped over his head as he dried his hair. Water droplets clung to his chest, slid down the defined ridges of his abdomen, disappeared into the deep V that arrowed beneath the towel. My mouth went dry. I forced my eyes back to the page. The words blurred. “Is there a reason you keep disappearing when I told you to stay with Sebastian?” His voice cut through the quiet like a blade. I kept my gaze down. “I am a g

As you wish

I let out a deep yawn which quickly turned into a groan of pain. Fuck. My whole body felt like it had been run over by a truck and then backed up for good measure. Every muscle ached. My ass throbbed with a dull, insistent burn. My thighs trembled when I shifted. Even my neck felt stiff. I forced my eyes open and stared at the familiar ceiling of Enzo’s bedroom. The same black silk sheets tangled around my legs. The same faint scent of cedar and smoke clinging to everything. Why did my chest feel tight? Dry? Sticky? I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked down. “Jesus fucking Christ!” There was a tattoo on my chest. Right over my heart. Black ink in elegant script: “property of Lorenzo King.” Small, precise letters framed by a tiny heart at the end. Dry cum flaked around the edges like obscene sealant. I collapsed back onto the pillows and stared up at the ceiling mirror. The reflection showed the same words staring back at me. Mocking me. Claiming me. “Oh god…” I turned my hea

Killed a man

I was actually surprised Enzo let me leave the house without any guards trailing me. Just me, alone, sitting at the far end of a club on the opposite side of the city from his territory or the one he owned. Excitement bubbled through my veins like cheap champagne on an empty stomach. It had been weeks since I felt this kind of freedom. The bass thumped through the floorboards, vibrating up my legs, settling heavy between my thighs. The air smelled of sweat, spilled liquor, and cheap cologne. Bodies moved under strobing lights—purple, red, blue—grinding, laughing, losing themselves.My chest and neck still throbbed from the fresh tattoo Enzo had forced on me a night ago. Every time I swallowed or turned my head the skin pulled tight and stung like a fresh burn. And fuck if that pain did not make me hard. Constantly. The mark burned under my collar, a secret brand that reminded me who owned me even when I tried to pretend otherwise. My cock thickened against the seam of my jeans just

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