All Chapters of Burning MM Short Stories: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Mafia Prince's Pet Chapter 2 My knees scraped the cold concrete. Luka stood right there with his cock already out. Thick and heavy. The head shiny and dark. He held it in one fist and tapped it once against my cheek. “Open,” he said again. I hated how my mouth watered. I hated how my own cock throbbed between my legs. But the collar felt tight around my throat and the ring dug in when I tried to pull back. I opened. Luka pushed in slow at first. Just the head. Salt and skin filled my tongue. Then he went deeper. My lips stretched wide around him. I choked a little and he laughed soft. “Good boy,” he whispered. His phone rang. He answered it without pulling out. “Yeah,” he said into the speaker. His voice stayed calm like nothing was happening. “Talk.” The man on the other end started talking fast about shipments and rivals. Luka listened and rocked his hips forward. His cock slid over my tongue and hit the back of my throat. I gagged but he held my head steady wi

Chapter 4 Luka pulled back from the kiss. His eyes stayed locked on mine for a long second. Something in them felt different. Not just hunger. Something that made my stomach twist in a new way. He stood up and lifted me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist. Cum still leaked from my hole and ran down my thighs onto his shirt. He carried me out of the warehouse without a word to anyone. His men knew better than to ask questions. Outside the cold night air hit my skin. I shivered hard against his chest. A black SUV waited with the door open. Luka put me in the back seat and climbed in right after. He pulled me onto his lap again so I straddled him. The collar ring pressed into my throat when he held it tight. The driver started the car without looking back. Luka’s hands moved over my bare ass. He pushed two fingers back inside me slow. The cum from earlier made it easy. I moaned against his neck and rocked my hips without thinking. My cock rubbed against hi

Chapter 6 Luka’s hand squeezed mine so tight my bones ached. We stood frozen on the stairs. My father’s voice crawled up from below like smoke. “Nico come out now boy. I raised you better than to spread your legs for that Rossi trash.” More footsteps. Guns clicking. They were climbing fast. Luka did not panic. He pulled me up two steps and kicked open the door to the service hallway. “Run,” he said. We sprinted down the narrow hall. My legs still felt weak from the way he fucked me against the window but adrenaline made me fly. Luka stayed right behind me one hand on my back the other holding his gun. A door burst open ahead of us. Two of my father’s men stepped out. Luka shot the first one between the eyes before he could even raise his weapon. The second got off one wild shot that cracked the wall beside my head. Luka tackled him and slammed his head against the concrete until he stopped moving. “Keep going,” Luka growled. Blood splattered his fresh shirt again. We

Chapter 8 The video froze on my father’s smile. Luka’s phone screen glowed in the dark motel room. His little sister sat tied to a chair behind my father. Tears ran down her face. She looked so small. Luka’s whole body went still like stone. He stared at the screen for one long second. Then he threw the phone against the wall. It cracked but kept playing the message on loop. “One hour,” my father’s voice said again. “Bring my son or she dies.” Luka turned to me. His eyes were black fire. He grabbed the collar and yanked me off the bed until our faces were inches apart. “I told you,” he growled. “I already know who I pick. It is you. Always you.” I shook my head fast. “Luka no. She is your blood. Your sister. I can go back. I can tell him I escaped you. He will let her go.” His hand tightened on the collar. “Shut the fuck up pet. You are not going anywhere.” He kissed me then. Not soft. Not gentle. He bit my lip hard enough to draw blood and sucked it off my tongue.

Mafia Prince's Pet Chapter 10 The first shot rang out and everything exploded. Luka shoved me hard behind a metal crate. The bullet hit the wall where my head had been a second ago. I hit the ground and rolled. My gun was still in my hand. I did not think. I just aimed and fired. The shot caught one Russian in the shoulder. He screamed and dropped. Luka was already moving. He fired twice and two more Russians went down. Blood sprayed across the concrete. My father tried to crawl away but Luka kicked him in the ribs and kept him on the floor. The leader of the Russians roared and charged. He fired wild. One bullet grazed Luka’s arm. Blood soaked his sleeve but he did not stop. He tackled the man and they crashed into a stack of barrels. Fists flew. Bones cracked. I crawled forward and grabbed Luka’s sister. She was shaking but she helped me drag her behind cover. I pressed the gun into her hands. “Shoot if anyone comes close,” I said. She nodded. Her eyes were wide but sh