All Chapters of CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM}: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ “Say my name, Gattino.” His voice came out low, smooth, and controlled, the kind that didn’t need to be loud to make your body react. It wrapped around me, heavy and dangerous, as his body pressed mine deeper into the mattress. I could feel the weight of him, solid and unyielding, hovering just enough to remind me that I wasn’t going anywhere unless he allowed it. I swallowed, my throat dry, my chest rising and falling too fast. Even thinking his name felt like stepping into something I couldn’t come back from. His hand pinned my wrist above my head, not rough, not painful, just firm enough to remind me who was in control. The other slid slowly along my side, fingers dragging in a way that made my skin heat up against my will. Every touch was deliberate, like he was studying me, learning how I reacted without me saying a word. “Say it,” he murmured again, his face closer now, his breath warm against my lips. I turned my head slightly, trying to create space, but i

༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ I didn’t even notice when my phone vibrated in my pocket. The club was too loud, too full, bodies moving everywhere, voices overlapping, music hitting so hard it felt like it was inside my chest. I had just gotten to work not long after those men left my apartment, and I still hadn’t fully calmed down. My head was all over the place, my nerves still tight, like I was expecting another knock even here. I kept scanning the crowd, trying to find Pierre, but it was pointless. One of the guys had already told me he was working the VIP section tonight, which meant I wouldn’t be seeing him anytime soon unless I had a reason to go up there, and I didn’t. Not yet. I moved around the bar, doing what I was supposed to do, taking orders, avoiding unnecessary conversations, trying to act normal even though nothing felt normal anymore. My phone vibrated in my pocket again, and this time I pulled it out, glancing down quickly between orders. A message from the site. My chest tigh