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Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession
Last Updated : 2025-04-17
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Tristan Hayes's life took a sharp turn, one moment he was on the cusp of his dream then suddenly found himself drowning. Trauma surgeon residency was brutal enough; losing his scholarship was a knockout blow. Desperate, he swallowed his pride and became "Titan" at Club Inferno. Six months, and he was their star, his body a commodity. Tonight was his last dance – he was booked for a bachelorette party for a bride-to-be linked to the Mafia family. He remembered the haze of perfume, the clamor, the hands pulling him closer and the willing mouths tasting him. He remembered the bride, her eyes wide, her laughter turning into moans and gasps. He entertained the women, the night ending with the bride's face covered in his thick sticky seed. After this night, he wanted to close this chapter of his life. He wanted to forget it all. He should have. Tristan awoke in a cold, unfamiliar room, the fear paralyzing. Now, bound and gagged in a concrete cell, the memory was a burning brand. He learned why they called Giovanni Sokolov "The Siberian Winter." Giovanni, a face carved from granite, stood before him. "My bride," Giovanni’s voice was a low growl, "You entertained my fiancée, She died a week ago, trying to run away with a man. Your seed was the catalyst. You helped her betray me." Giovanni leaned closer, his eyes devoid of warmth. "She was running away, Dr. Hayes. You helped her crave forbidden fruit. You opened the door to betrayal." He smiled, a cruel, predatory expression. "Now, you will pay the price of her betrayal. You will take her place... as my companion in bed... my slave and my plaything. Don't worry I'll make you'll enjoy every second of it."
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Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 15: HIS SPECIAL PLAYTHING
TRISTAN'S POVThe morning sunlight assaulted my eyes, spearing through the gap in the heavy drapes. My whole body screamed in protest, a chorus of throbbing aches and sharp stabs. "Arggggg," I groaned, the sound muffled by the unfamiliar silk sheets.Panic clawed at me. Where was I? The room was opulent, decorated in shades of grey and silver, a stark contrast to my cramped apartment. Then, like a brutal slap, memory flooded back. Giovanni.This was his room."Arggggg," I hissed again, involuntarily curling into myself. My fingers grazed the raw, tender skin of my back, mapping the landscape of bruises and cuts. Each one is a testament to Giovanni's brutal passion. Or was it just brutality? I couldn't tell anymore.The sound of rushing water filled the silence. Giovanni. My breath hitched. He was here. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. The shower stopped, and I braced myself, every muscle tense.The bathroom door opened, and there he was. Giovann
Last Updated : 2025-04-17Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 14: WHIPPED THEN FUCKED
GIOVANNI'S POV "No! Giovanni, you have to believe me. I would never…" He choked on the words, tears welling in his eyes. "Never what, Tristan? Never betray me? Never whore yourself out to the first man who looks your way?" The venom in my voice was corrosive, and I saw him flinch. Good. He deserved it. "Look at me, Tristan. Tell me to my face that you didn't let him touch you. Tell me, and maybe… just maybe… I'll consider believing in you." "Please, I really didn't..." he pleaded. "Liar," I hissed, releasing his chin and standing up. I turned my back on him again, needing to control the urge to strike him. "You disgust me." I said with venom. I set the flogger aside as I crossed to my dresser, pulling open the top drawer. The leather whips lay coiled within, gleaming darkly in the dim light. I selected one, the thickest one, the one I rarely used. The one that left the most lasting impression. He gasped as I turned back to him, the whip held loosely in my hand. He knew what wa
Last Updated : 2025-03-30Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 13: HE'S IN BIG TROUBLE
GIOVANNI'S POV The front door opened, and Tristan stepped inside. He looked immaculate, innocent and pure contrary to disheveled state I imagined after his fuck session with Dmitri. He wears an all white outfit and clearly fresh from bath, his cheeks flushed. My blood simmered, a toxic brew of rage and raw jealousy. He looked like an angel, untouched, innocent. The contrast between that image and the lewd thoughts that instantly flooded my mind was almost unbearable. My cock throbbed, hard and insistent, a stark reminder of needs that two perfectly willing women a while ago had failed to even stir. Their hands on me, their whispers, had been nothing. But Tristan, just standing there, radiating a false purity, ignited me like a match to gasoline. A guttural sound escaped my throat, a sound that even startled me. "Tristan, thank you for that thing in your apartment. I enjoyed it." Fucking Dmitri said to Tristan. I'll settle my score on him next time. Tristan blinked, looking mo
Last Updated : 2025-03-29Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 12: HIS POSSESSIVE STREAK
GIOVANNI'S POV The plush velvet of the couch did little to comfort me. Two women were draped on either side, the weight of their touch, once a familiar comfort, felt like a foreign imposition. Their hands exploring paths they knew well – unbuttoning my shirt, caressing my chest, teasing at my crotch. Women I handpicked, women who, in the past, would have ignited a fire within me. Tonight, they felt like nothing. Less than nothing.It all started in the basement. Tristan. Gods, even his name sent a jolt through me. Ever since Tristan… something shifted. Down there, in my gut, in my head. The way he squirmed in my touch at the basement, the desperate gasps that escaped his lips as I pushed him closer and closer to the edge… the primal sound of his pleasure as I’d filled him. That was real. This… this felt like a performance.I glanced at my watch. An hour. An hour since I’d sent Dmitri to help Tristan pack his things – his things – from that pathetic little apartment he called home. Th
Last Updated : 2025-03-28Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 11: DMITRI'S LITTLE GAME
TRISTAN'S POV The leather seats of Dmitri’s car practically vibrated beneath me. My head was spinning, not from the speed, but from the sheer absurdity of my new reality. One minute I was scraping by in my little apartment, the next I was being chauffeured to a goddamn mansion."Do you have any suggestions on how I can survive living in the mansion?" I finally choked out, the question hanging in the tense air between us.Dmitri, barely glanced at me. "We survive by doing our job well. Avoid making mistakes. But you aren’t here to be a Soldato. You’re there to be Giovanni's… plaything. Your job is to keep the boss satisfied. Consider yourself lucky. Many men and women would kill to be in your position."Lucky? I scoffed inwardly. I was about as lucky as a lamb being led to slaughter. But I kept my mouth shut. Dmitri clearly wasn’t in the mood for my existential crisis."Does Giovanni ask all his… playthings… to live with him in the mansion?" The question slipped out before I could st
Last Updated : 2025-03-27Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 10: ICE COLD DMITRI
TRISTAN'S POVThe silence in the car was thick enough to choke on. We were headed back to my apartment, or what soon was formerly my apartment, so I could pack up my life and move into Giovanni’s mansion.I, being the naturally bubbly and, let's face it, somewhat irritatingly chatty person I am, decided to break the oppressive quiet. "Hey, Dmitri," I started, trying to keep my tone light. "How long have you been working for Giovanni?"Dmitri, who looked like he was sculpted from a block of ice, answered without even turning his head. "About ten years."Okay, terse. I could work with terse. Maybe. "Wow, ten years. Are you two, like, childhood best friends or something?""Yes," he replied, the word clipped and cold.I sighed internally. This was like pulling teeth. "Dmitri, are you always like this? Just…cold to everyone? You know, you might actually crack a smile someday, the world wouldn’t end."He finally turned to look at me, his eyes hard and unwavering. "How about you? Are you a
Last Updated : 2025-03-27Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 9: YOU'RE MINE NOW TITAN!
TRISTAN'S POVGiovanni continued his assault on my mouth. He was relentless and merciless. I felt my jaw tightening probably due to accommodating his huge cock for a few minutes now. I must admit, his cock is a huge monster, even bigger than mine considering I'm already seven-plus inches.Giovanni gripped my hair, dunking my mouth into his cock. He is clearly enjoying what he was doing with me."You'll get used to sucking a man Tristan. You will soon become an expert just like my fiancee who sucked you that night." he said.Giovanni asked me to use my tongue. And just like a robot, I did it. I swirled my tongue on the head of his dick. He flinched from the sensation."Tristan it is not all about your mouth, use your hand. Squeeze and pump that dick as you suck me."Each stroke of my fucking hands I felt him getting larger and larger.Giovanni isn't done yet as without any pretense, he thrust his dick in my mouth. His dick swelled and fucking reach my throat. The sound of sucking, gagg
Last Updated : 2025-03-26Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 8: POSSESSING TITAN
GIOVANNI'S POV The humid air of the basement clung to me like a second skin, thick with the scent of mildew and something metallic – blood, filled my nostrils. I took a slow drag from my cigarette, the cherry glowing menacingly in the dim light. I usually didn't frequent this part of the estate. It was reserved for… unpleasantries. But tonight, the basement felt almost festive, charged with the kind of anticipation that crackled just beneath the surface. Tonight, I was finally going to meet Tristan Hayes, the man who had dared to entertain my fiancée, the man they called Titan.Dmitri, his loyal, if somewhat brutish, heart, had finally delivered. He slid the file across my desk earlier, a thin dossier containing the details of the ghost who haunted my waking thoughts. Tristan Hayes. Surgeon, Stripper. Apparently, possessed of a physique that could make a saint forget his vows. Ironic, considering the vows my fiancee apparently forgot. The rage had been building for weeks, simmering
Last Updated : 2025-03-24Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 7: GIOVANNI FUCKING SOKOLOV
TRISTAN'S POV The figure stepped closer, resolving into the form of a man. He was tall and lean, his face hidden in shadow. He wore a dark suit, impeccably tailored. He exuded an air of quiet menace."Tristan Hayes," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Or should I say, Titan?"My blood ran cold. He knew."Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. "What do you want?"The man chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. "What do I want? That's a very good question, Tristan. Let's just say I'm interested in your… unique skill set.""I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, my mind racing. "I'm a surgeon. I don't have any skills that would be of interest to you."The man smiled, a cruel, predatory grin that sent a shiver down my spine. "Don't play coy with me, Tristan. I know all about Titan. I know all about the bachelorette party."Bachelorette party... Could it be? Giovanni fucking Sokolov appeared in front of me, his eyes filled with anger, hatred and something else...
Last Updated : 2025-03-23
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CHAPTER 1: STOLEN OPPORTUNITY
TRISTAN'S POVThe dismissal notice felt like a punch to the gut, the air immediately sucked out of my lungs. The crisp white paper, stamped with the university seal, mocked me with its cold, unfeeling authority. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, blurring the already harsh words. Dismissal of Scholarship. It was more than just a piece of paper; it was the rug being yanked out from under my already precarious existence.Residency as a trauma surgeon was brutal. Sleepless nights, the constant pressure of life and death decisions. As an orphan, I had no safety net, no parents to fall back on. This scholarship was everything.I swallowed my pride and marched to the scholarship committee, a knot of anxiety twisting in my stomach. "Please," I pleaded with Mrs. Wilson, the head of the committee and a staunch supporter of mine. "There must be some mistake. My grades are impeccable. I'm the top performing scholar."Her face was etched with regret. "Tristan, I'm so sorry. Believe me, I ...
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