บททั้งหมดของ To Crave My Mafia Captor : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Let me go," Dante said. But it was said rather weakly."I refuse to." Matthias bit Dante's ear. A gasp tore from Dante's lips and he shuddered, his fingers digging into the wood. What the... What the fuck was this feeling? It hurt, but there was another feeling that Dante couldn't explain.Matthias sucked in a breath, taking in Dante's scent. He smelt like citrus and something masculine that was distinctively Dante's.Matthias dragged his tongue over Dante's ear, biting his lobe before shoving his tongue in. Dante squirmed as the sensation was starting to overwhelm him.Dante may be strong and muscular, but he was forgetting that Matthias was stronger.While Dante was agile as he used knives and guns, Matthias trained in strength and had built up his muscles. Plus, he was taller.Dante couldn't shove Matthias away. He didn't know why, but it was like his body had betrayed him. Maybe it already did. With his right hand, Matthias dragged his fingers up Dante's hip, drawing circles.Dant

Massaging Matthias was the worst and strangest decision Dante had made. He poured the oil into his hand and rubbed it all over Matthias, who let out a contented sigh.Oh, how he wished he could strangle the guy to death.Matthias had stripped down to his boxers so that Dante could massage his legs too.He leaned his head back, motioning for Dante to come in front and massage his chest.Really? His chest too? Do people really massage chests? The bastard was taking advantage of him, so there was no doubt he'd ask him to do crazy things.Keeping his head down, Dante poured some oil over his chest and... rubbed. He watched the oil slide down Matthias' pecs and between his abs, soaking into the waistband of his boxers.Matthias' boxers bulged a little. Dante scoffed inwardly, keeping his lips pressed together. He moved to his muscular thigh, avoiding the bullet wound that seemed almost healed.Matthias' thigh was somehow bigger than his, more muscular. The guy must have gone to the gym a l

He begged. Begged to be fucked. To be used like a cum bucket. Dante's cheeks heated.He felt the need to dig a hole and bury his head there.Matthias untied him, reached around him, and grabbed his cock. Dante let out a contented sigh, electricity tingling down his spine.Matthias started to move his fingers, slipping in another. Stretching him with a delicious burn. Dante moaned, his pulse thundering as he arched his back, pressing against Matthias' chest. Matthias' lips skimmed along the column of his throat, sucking while his hand worked his cock, fingers pumping in and out of his hole slowly. Matthias sucked in a breath like he was intoxicated. His eyes were wild, chest heaving like he was barely controlling himself.Dante couldn't control the sounds that fell from his lips. He needed more. Matthias was going too slow."Matthias?""Yes?" Matthias' voice was hoarse and sultry."More, please," Dante had lost his mind.Matthias only raised an eyebrow, an indication that Dante had to

He left without a word.That was the thought going on in Matthias' head as he stared at the empty room.Red mist threatened to cloud his vision. How could he just leave without saying a thing?Of course, he must have been scared or sticking to his I'm not gay nonsense. He probably freaked out and ran away. Matthias drummed his fingers on his desk, shoving his anger away. He decided to go back to work. He couldn't focus that much on Dante. His uncle and cousins were still trying to kick him out.Matthias went to bed late at night. He spent the next day working, answering emails, and going through documents that Drake sent him.Dante was no longer at his house, no longer bothering him, so he could return to his mansion. Somehow, Matthias wanted him to be in his house and just... You know, be there and maybe lock him up?Fuck. He was starting to get addicted to his captor. Matthias realized that his thoughts didn't make sense.The doctors said that Matthias needed a week or two to heal c

Before Craig could touch his lips, Dante felt himself being yanked back. Craig's face whipped to the side and he stumbled backward, yelping."Matthias?" Dante narrowed his eyes.His vision was a little blurry and he staggered, courtesy of the alcohol. Was he seeing right? But why would Matthias be here?"What the fuck, man?!" Craig yelled, rubbing the blood from the corner of his mouth."Stay the fuck away from him. He's mine," Matthias warned, glaring at the man.Okay. So the voice was indeed Matthias'. He was really here."Fuck. You didn't tell me you were taken. Shit," Craig turned around, looking pissed."Craig, wait—ah!" Dante didn't get to reach out to Craig as he was slammed against the wall, Matthias seething in his face."And you dared say you're not gay? I told you to give me a week. You never replied, just left without a fucking word," Matthias said, pinning him to the wall.Dante's heart pounded, a feeling he didn't feel when he was with Craig.A week was just the start. M