All Chapters of Forbidden Daddy Desires: Steamy MM : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The city smelled like trash and rain. I was hungry, always fucking hungry. For two years, I’d been a ghost, stealing what I needed to survive. Tonight, I picked the wrong pocket. The man was a wall of muscle in a suit that cost more than my life. He moved like he owned the world. I thought I was fast. I was wrong. His hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. It felt like a metal clamp. The wallet I’d just lifted fell to the wet pavement with a soft, sad sound. “Well, well,” a voice said, low and rough. It was a voice that made my balls shrink up. “What do we have here? A little thief trying to steal from the wrong man?” I looked up, and up, into the face of Don Valentino Moretti. Everyone knew him. He was the boss of all bosses. The Daddy. His eyes were the color of old gold and they promised pain. I was dead. I was so completely fucked. “Please,” I said, my voice shaking like a leaf. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I swear.” He laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. “Oh, I know you wo

The next few weeks were a blur. I wasn’t Leo the street rat anymore. I was Leo Moretti, the son. But the real learning happened at night, in Daddy’s room. He taught me how to be the perfect toy for him. Tonight was my first test. I was meeting the rest of the men. The capos, the soldiers, the men who killed for Daddy. We were in a big room that smelled of cigars and sweat. The men were rough, with scarred faces and hard eyes. They all got quiet and stood up straight when Daddy walked in, with me right behind him. “Gentlemen,” Daddy’s voice filled the room. “This is my son, Leo.” The men all started talking quietly. Their eyes looked at me, with curiosity, with doubt, and with a raw, hungry look. They knew. They all knew what “son” really meant. I could feel their eyes on the gold collar on my neck, showing everyone I was owned. “Leo has a lot to learn,” Daddy said, his voice getting hard. “But he’s smart. He’s strong. And he has my trust. You will treat him like you treat me. Got i

The punishment worked. I was more obedient, more respectful. I was the perfect son, the perfect heir. But Daddy was a very owning man, and he liked to remind me, and everyone else, who I belonged to.The perfect chance came during a deal with a Russian gun seller. The meeting was in the back of Dadd

The church was always cold. A damp, stone-cold that seeped into your bones, no matter how thick your coat was. I sat in the back pew, my hands clenched so tight my knuckles were white. My dick was hard, a traitorous, throbbing ache in my pants, and it was all I could do not to cry. I was a sinner. A

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his hips thrusting forward, burying himself deeper, cutting off my air. “Just like that. Such a good little cocksucker. You’re a natural, my boy. A natural-born sinner.”He started to move, his hips thrusting, fucking my face with a slow, deep rhythm. I was helpless, my hand