Marked by the Mafia Boss [BL]
With a single, powerful, merciless thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside Jay.
A sharp, tearing cry was ripped from Jay’s throat—a raw sound of pure shock, violation, and searing, white-hot pain. "Ah! God—!"
Rafe looked down at him, his expression a mask of cold, detached amusement. "Don't you like it?" he murmured, his voice a low, predatory rumble that vibrated through Jay's very bones. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To get close to me?"