marked by the mafia alpha
He rubbed the blunt head against Sol's stretched hole, teasing, pressing just the tip inside—
His phone rang.
The sharp, insistent tone shattered the haze. Zaren froze, forehead dropping to Sol's shoulder as he cursed viciously. He glanced at the screen. "Amara.
Sol whimpered at the loss as Zaren stepped back slightly, but the ruthless man didn't let him go far. One strong hand gripped Sol's jaw, turning his face for a final, searing kiss—deep and possessive, full of dark promise. His other hand gave Sol's aching, denied cock one last slow, torturous stroke, thumb pressing into the slit.