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The Rough Punishment the Mafia Don Gave Me

You know that feeling when your life is hanging by a thread, and you’re just praying the snap doesn’t happen? That was me, Leo, every single day for the past three months.The air in the VIP lounge of The Velvet Room was thick, smelling like expensive cigars, top-shelf whiskey, and desperation. My heart was hammering against my ribs so hard I thought it might bruise them. I adjusted the collar of the uniform they’d given me—a cheap, tight black button-down that was one size too small—and swallowed hard."Just deliver the tray, Leo," I whispered to myself. "Drop off the drinks, smile, and get out. Five hundred bucks. That pays the electric bill."I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was a dishwasher, a busboy, the guy who stayed in the back where no one could see him. But Marco, the usual waiter, had called in sick, and the manager, a greasy guy named Tony, had shoved a silver tray into my hands and promised me triple pay if I took the special order to the Ruby Room."The Ruby Room is off-l

The Rough Punishment the Mafia Don Gave Me 2

I didn't sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those dark eyes staring at me. I felt the heat of his hand on my wrist.The next morning, the sun was shining, and the city was moving like normal, but I felt like I was walking through a fog. I went to my classes at the community college on autopilot, barely hearing the professors. My phone was gone, and I felt naked without it.I got home around four o'clock. My apartment building was a old brick walk-up, the kind with peeling paint and a landlord who never fixed the radiator. I climbed the three flights of stairs, my legs burning, just wanting to collapse on my bed.I reached my floor and froze.There was a man standing in front of my door.He was big. Not as tall as Dante, but wide, with a neck like a tree trunk. He was wearing a black suit and sunglasses, despite the fact that it was a cloudy afternoon.I took a step back, my hand gripping the railing."Leo?" the man asked. His voice was a dull rumble.I didn't answer.

The Rough Punishment the Mafia Don Gave Me 3

The car ride was silent.Not the comfortable silence of two people reading a book. This was the heavy, suffocating silence of a funeral. I sat in the backseat of a sleek black SUV, sandwiched between Dante and one of his goons—the one with the fake smile, whose name I learned was Franco.Dante was typing on his phone, his face illuminated by the blue light. He smelled amazing. It was distracting. Every time the car turned, his thigh would brush against mine, sending a shockwave of heat through my body.We drove out of the city, leaving the crumbling buildings and graffiti behind. We headed into the hills, where the houses got bigger and the fences got higher.Finally, we passed through a set of massive iron gates that opened automatically. The car wound up a long, tree-lined driveway, and then, we broke through the trees.My mouth fell open.It was a mansion. No, it was a palace. White stone, tall columns, windows that glowed like gold in the twilight. It sat on the edge of a cliff, o

The Rough Punishment the Mafia Don Gave Me 4

I made my way downstairs at five to eight. I didn't want to be late. I didn't want to find out what Dante meant by "punish."The house was quiet. The staff moved like ghosts, nodding at me respectfully but not speaking. I found my way back to the dining room, a long, cavernous space with a table that could seat twenty.Dante was sitting at the head of the table.He had changed clothes. He was wearing a black suit, no tie, the top button of his shirt undone. He looked dark, dangerous, and incredibly sexy.He was cutting a piece of steak, his movements precise and efficient. He didn't look up when I entered."Sit," he said, gesturing to the chair to his right.I sat down. The table was set for two, but the distance between us felt like a mile. A waiter appeared out of nowhere and poured me a glass of red wine."I’m not old enough to drink," I said automatically.Dante looked up at me, raising an eyebrow. "You’re in my house, Leo. The rules don’t apply here."He took a sip of his wine, h

Hardcore 1: I Let My Foster Brother fuck Me 1

The rain was falling hard on the graveyard. Every where was cold and wet. I stood near the back of the crowd, away from everyone else. I was wearing a black suit that felt too tight. In front of us, the priest was talking about our foster father. I wasn't listening. I couldn't listen.My heart was beating fast. I was scared.I saw him walking up the hill. Caleb. My foster brother.It had been two years since I last saw him. He left when I was twenty. He was twenty-four now. He looked different. He was bigger. His shoulders were wide, and his black suit fit him perfectly. He looked expensive. He looked dangerous.He stopped at the edge of the crowd. He didn't look at the coffin. He looked right at me.His eyes were dark. He stared at me like he was hungry. I felt a chill go down my spine. I wanted to run, but my feet were stuck in the mud.The priest kept talking, but I watched Caleb. He started walking toward me. People moved out of his way. They knew who he was. They knew he was the t

Swallowing Brother's dick in the Pantry 2

The ride to the house felt like it took forever. The silence in the car was heavy, suffocating. My car had broken down on the side of the road miles back, so I had no choice but to ride with Caleb. The air inside the car smelled thick, like stale sex and rain. I sat in the passenger seat with my legs squeezed tight together. My pants were a complete mess.The cum from the graveyard was dry now, crusty and sticky against my skin. It felt gross. Every time the car hit a bump, I could feel the rough fabric of my suit pants pulling at the dried mess on my legs. It itched. I smelled like a cheap whore. I kept my head turned toward the window, watching the rain streak against the glass, too scared to look at him.Caleb drove with one hand resting on the steering wheel. He didn't look at me. He just stared at the road, a small smirk playing on his lips. I was terrified he was going to reach over and touch me again, but he didn't. He just let me sit there in my own filth, letting the humiliat

Hardcore 2: Poolside Sin: Daddy Grabbed My Cock

The only sound was the water splashing in the pool. I was hiding behind the thick bushes near the edge of the patio. The leaves scratched my arms but I did not care. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears.I was squatting down in the dirt. My pants and underwear were pulled down to my ankles. The air was cold but my body was hot.I was watching Marcus swim.He was in the pool doing laps. He cut through the water like a machine. He was forty five years old but his body was better than guys my age. He was pure muscle. Every time he pulled his arms out of the water, I could see his broad shoulders and his thick back. The water ran down his skin. He wore tight black swim trunks. They clung to his legs and his ass. I could see the muscles in his thighs flex when he kicked.I spat into my hand. I grabbed my own dick. It was already hard. It was pointing straight up. I started to stroke myself. I moved my hand up and down the shaft. The skin was hot. I used the spit to make

Daddy Milked My Cock While Sam Listened

My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought they would break. Sam was right there. I could see his white sneakers on the stone pavement just a few feet away.Marcus did not stop. He did not pull his hand out of my pants. He just covered my mouth with his other hand. His palm was wet and tasted like chlorine."Hello?" Sam said again. He took a step closer. "Dad?"I squeezed my eyes shut. I was shaking so bad my teeth chattered against Marcus's hand. If Sam walked another two steps he would see us. He would see his dad pinning me against the wall with his hand down my pants.Marcus did not even look at his son. He kept his face buried in my neck. He inhaled my scent. He moved his thumb over the head of my dick. He rubbed the sensitive spot. My legs almost gave out. The fear mixed with the pleasure was too much."Maybe he went for a run," a girl's voice said. It was Sam's girlfriend."I guess," Sam said. "I could have sworn I heard him."Sam stood there for a second longer. It fe

Daddy Filled My Tight Hole With Cum

I ran back to the guest house. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely breathe. I locked the door and leaned against the wood. I didn't lock it to keep Marcus out. I locked it to see if he would break in. I wanted to see how much he wanted me.I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I washed the chlorine off my skin. I made sure I was clean everywhere. I wanted to be perfect for him. When I dried off, I didn't put on boxers. I just pulled on a t-shirt and climbed into bed. I lay on top of the sheets. I was naked from the waist down.I waited.Hours passed. The house was quiet. My dick was hard under the t-shirt. I kept thinking about his hand on me by the pool. I thought about how big he was. I touched myself under the shirt. I ran my hand up and down my shaft. I wanted him to walk through that door.Then I heard the crunch of gravel on the path outside.My breath hitched. I sat up in bed. The sound stopped right outside my window. Then, the key turned in the lock.The

Hardcore 3: Caught with a Dildo: Stepbrother Fucked Me Raw

The house was dead silent. My parents had left for the weekend hours ago. It was just me and Ace, but he was out doing god knows what. I was alone in my room with the door locked. Or so I thought.I lay on my back on my bed, completely naked. My legs were spread wide, knees bent. In my hand, I held the massive dildo I’d bought online. It was thick, veined, and heavy. I’d coated it in half a bottle of lube until it was dripping wet.I reached down and rubbed the slick head against my twitching hole. I took a deep breath and pushed. The silicone beast stretched me open, sliding deep until it hit my prostate."Fuck," I moaned, my head falling back against the pillows.I started to fuck myself with it. Squish. Squish. Squish. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room. I moved it faster, imagining it wasn't cold plastic. I imagined it was Ace. I imagined his rough hands bruising my hips, his heavy balls slapping against my ass."Yes, Ace," I whined, rolling my hips to take it deeper. "Fuck yo

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