All Chapters of HIS BEAUTIFUL THIEF: OWN BY THE MAFIA KING : Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

Luca woke slowly, the weight of his body sinking into a mattress that felt far too soft, far too large. Sunlight poured through tall windows he didn’t recognize, casting warm patterns across silk sheets that smelled faintly of Vittorio’s cologne — dark wood and something sharper, like smoke. This wasn’t his room. This room was twice the size, ten times more luxurious, with heavy drapes, a seating area by the fireplace, and a view of the gardens that stretched forever.He didn’t remember walking here. The last clear memory was the office desk, Vittorio’s hands on his hips, the third round leaving him boneless and gasping. Vittorio must have carried him afterward.Luca tried to sit up and immediately winced, a sharp ache blooming deep in his lower back and between his thighs. He hissed through his teeth, one hand instinctively pressing against his waist like a pregnant woman steadying herself. Vittorio had always been a beast in bed, never satisfied with three rounds. After the desk, he

Luca’s bare feet slapped against the marble as he paced the long hallway for the tenth time that hour, each echo mocking the silence that swallowed the mansion whole. Vittorio Russo had vanished again. Three days since that last night—the one where Vittorio’s hands had gripped Luca so tight the bruises still bloomed purple on his hips, where their breaths had tangled hot and desperate until Luca thought he might drown in it. Then the storm broke. Vittorio had rolled off him, dressed without a word, and slammed the door behind him like Luca was yesterday’s mistake. He hadn’t returned. Not to the bedroom. Not even to glance in Luca’s direction.Every time Luca caught the low rumble of Vittorio’s voice drifting from some distant room, his pulse kicked hard. He’d bolt toward it, heart hammering against his ribs, lungs burning. But by the time he rounded the corner, the hallway stretched empty. Only the faint scent of expensive cologne lingered, taunting him.“Alex!” Luca had snapped on th

Dr. Denis held the examination room door open, and Luca slipped inside first, heart hammering against his ribs. Vittorio moved to follow, a solid wall of muscle and intent, but Luca spun on his heel and blocked the threshold with his body.“You can’t be in here while I’m naked.”Vittorio’s dark eyes narrowed. “I fuck you, Luca. I’ve seen every damn part of that body. There’s nothing to hide.”The crude words landed like a slap in the quiet hallway. Denis let out a sharp, forceful cough and muttered, “I’ll… give you a moment,” clearly wishing he could vanish into the floor.Luca’s face burned. “Seriously? Are we doing this right now—in front of him?”“Yes. We are.”Vittorio didn’t wait for permission. He scooped Luca up as if he weighed nothing, one arm hooked under his knees, the other bracing his back, and carried him straight into the room. The door clicked shut behind them with terrifying finality.Luca’s stomach dropped as Vittorio set him on the examination table and reached for