Mafia Prince's Pet (1)

Chapter 1 The bag ripped off my head. Cold air hit my face. My knees slammed into the hard floor of a warehouse. Ropes cut into my wrists behind my back. I blinked fast and looked up. A circle of men stared down at me. All of them held guns. All of them wore black suits. And right in front of me stood the one man every dancer in the city feared. Luka Rossi. He was taller than I remembered. Dark hair fell over his forehead. His eyes were black ice. A slow smile pulled at his lips like he had just won the best prize of his life. “You’re Nico Moretti,” he said. His voice was low and rough. “Son of the man who tried to burn my club last week.” I spit blood from my split lip. “Fuck you.” Luka laughed once. Short. Sharp. Two of his men grabbed my arms and yanked me to my feet. I tried to kick but they held me like I weighed nothing. Luka stepped closer. He smelled like gunpowder and expensive cologne. “Strip him,” he ordered. My shirt tore first. Buttons flew across

Mafia Prince's Pet (2)

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

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Mafia Prince's Pet Chapter 3 The soldier stared at me like I was already dead. His face was swollen and bloody but his eyes burned with hate. He sat tied to a metal chair in the corner of the warehouse. Two of Luka’s men stood behind him with guns ready. Luka still held my collar. He yanked it hard so I had to crawl on my knees closer to the soldier. My cock hung heavy between my legs still wet from coming earlier. The concrete scraped my skin raw. “Watch carefully,” Luka told the soldier. “This is what happens when your boss fucks with me.” He pushed me down on my back right in front of the chair. My arms stayed tied behind me so my chest arched up. Luka stood over me and pulled out a knife. The blade caught the light. Long and sharp. My heart slammed against my ribs. He knelt between my spread legs. The knife tip touched the center of my chest and dragged down slow. Not cutting. Just cold metal kissing my skin. It went over my stomach and stopped right above my cock.

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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

Mafia Prince's Pet (5)

Mafia Prince's Pet Chapter 5 Gunshots cracked loud below the penthouse. I locked the door like Luka said. My hands shook so bad the deadbolt clicked twice before it caught. I backed away until my legs hit the bed. Naked. Still leaking his cum down my thighs. The collar felt heavier now. Every breath made the ring tug against my throat. More shots. Closer. Glass shattered somewhere downstairs. I dropped to the floor and crawled under the bed like a kid. My heart hammered so hard I thought it would crack my ribs. What if he did not come back? I grabbed the knife he left on the nightstand. Small. Sharp. I held it tight against my chest. If they broke in I would use it on myself first. Just like he told me. Minutes felt like hours. The elevator dinged far away. Heavy boots ran down the hall. My stomach twisted. I gripped the knife harder. The door handle rattled. “Nico!” Luka’s voice. Rough. Pissed. Alive. I scrambled out and unlocked it fast. He stepped inside cov

Mafia Prince's Pet (6)

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