ADRIAN"Remind me why I haven't been coming with you to T-Jay's shows?" Noah's soft voice whispered into my ear as he swayed his body to the music. "I'm having the best night of my life."I chuckled, holding him close as I said, "you know, not many straight men finds gay bar this fun. Who exactly are you? What have you done to my straight friend?"Noah tipped his head back, laughing so hard before leaning back closer. "I hate to break this you, but, I think you won't be seeing your straight friend anymore after this night."I faked gasp. "Why? What have you done?""What do you mean?" Noah smirked, grinning devilishly. "I mean, have you seen T-Jay?""True." I smiled proudly, craning my neck in direction of the stage where Tyler Hanson, my favourite gay singer stood, singing and twisting his lean body beautifully to his own song.Tyler's striking appearance commanded attention under the spotlight. His blonde hair was styled in four intricate braids, adorned with sparkling stones that ca
GIOVANNI Once we got outside to where I parked my car, Adrian smirked, leaning his back against it. I felt my body tense up, and agitation flowed through me. I hated when people treated my car like it was nothing, but to me, that sleek black Cadillac sedan was more than just a car. It was like my child, and I treated it with utmost care. Surprisingly, when I moved closer to Adrian, I felt my anger died down the moment I stared into his big brown eyes. His eyes were just too cute that I wondered if anyone could stayed mad at him for long after staring into his brown orbs. "Get in." I slipped behind the wheel, and only a second passed as Adrian looked back at the club as if he had left something behind. He ran over to my passenger seat after another minute had passed and I was beginning to wonder if he had had a second thought about this. "Are you sure you don't want to go back in there?" I grumbled, biting down a deep grunt that was threatening to escape my lips. Adrian did
ADRIANMy knees bounced as Giovanni Marino drove us to his place. The adrenaline rush from the little make out season we just had hadn't completely washed off, and I was a little bit surprised that I was feeling this nervous when I was the one who started it.I wanted Giovanni Marino in a way I hadn't want anyone before. I wanted him inside me, in my mouth and everywhere in my body.I wanted his hands on my body, I wanted to feel his hands everywhere. It wasn't a lie that his mere presence woke the hunger I had been trying to suppress for a while now.I couldn't even remember the last time I had sex, and it hadn't bothered me until now. I needed Giovanni Marino the same way I needed air.A large hand cupped my knee, making its way up to my thigh. I hissed, craning my neck to stare at Giovanni who had his eyes on me all along."You should focus on the road." I complained, still not taking my eyes off him. There was something about his pure silver eyes that seemed to be piercing throug
GIOVANNII relaxed into my seat, gawking at Adrian as if I would miss the whole show if I should take my eyes off him for just one second."Show me, I want to see how you get yourself off." I growled, the tent in my pants was making it hard to stay still.I wanted to watch Adrian fuck his own fist, I wanted to see how the sassy little bastard touch himself when no one was looking. I wanted to know how he pleased himself, and the kind of name he moaned to when his orgasm built and was ready to blow out his load."Shit!" Adrian hissed, pressing his thighs together, denying me the view of his beautiful cock."Get the fuck out if you're not going to do it." I barked angrily, clenching the glass in my hand.Adrian cheeks heated up as he slowly stretched out his hand. Flashing me the most sluttiest look I have ever seen. "Give me that drink. I've never touched myself in front of anyone before so I'm going to need it."The corner of my lips curved into a sly smirk. "Really?"He really wante
ADRIANI can't think.I fucking can't think properly.Giovanni's large hand was around my neck, choking life out of me as he fucked me with his long, broad tongue.Life flashed through my eyes as I stared up at the blurry ceiling, tears blinding my vision as Giovanni kept sucking and biting my butt hole.I had never for once thought sex could be this dangerous, yet delicious. I loved everything Giovanni was doing to me, even though I might actually end up dying if he should put more pressure on his hand around my neck. But I didn't mind it at all.I wanted this. I wanted this moment, and everything Giovanni was doing to me.Giovanni raised my legs higher over his shoulders, my thighs pressing on his neck as he ate me hungrily like he had been starving for me for so long.Later. I would fucking think later.Now, I wanted to feel him. I wanted to feel him inside me.We had moved from his living room to his bedroom after he had made me get myself off with his silver eyes burning into min
ADRIANI fucked him.No. I got fucked by him.Giovanni fucking Marino fucking fucked me, and I liked it. I fucking liked what he did to me, my body and my... My inside?His heavy weight on me did something dangerous to my body. I just had the biggest orgasm of my life, and my dick wouldn't get up no matter how hard Giovanni rubbed his semi-hard cock against my ass.Even though I couldn't seem to get hard again, that didn't stop me from grunting underneath him, shoving my ass back so I could chase after his cock.Giovanni chuckled into my ear, pressing his weight on me, pressing us both to his bed. "You seems tired, but still want to have a taste of my dick again?" He grunted, his chest vibrated against my back and that turned me on. He grabbed one of my ass cheeks, rubbing it slowly. "You've got a greedy ass, I must say."“I would’ve gotten this way for anyone. It’s called a physical reaction.” I groaned, tried pushing him off me, but Giovanni was a fucking rock.Not even in a milli
ADRIAN"Carlos?" I gasped, rushing over to where he sat on my bed.My eyes widened in shock, my heart bled with hurt when I saw the bruises on his face. "Oh God, Carlos!" I cried out, cupping his face in my palms. "What happened to you?"Carlos moved his head up to stare at me, pain and hurt flashed through his eyes before smiling warmly at me."Dad happened." He said with a shrug, dropping his gaze back to Baby. Caressing her fur with so much care."Did he hit you again?" I groaned, my hands trembling as anger surged through me.He wouldn't say anything. He wouldn't even look at me as he continued patting Baby on her head. I was feeling frustrated. The whole thing with his father made me mad. The fact that Carlos wouldn't even talk to me made me feel rage igniting fire inside me."Carlos, please. Please talk to me." I groaned, cursing under my breath as I knelt in front of him, caressing his cheeks."Isn't she cute?" He finally said, making my hands dropped down to his lap. Carlos
GIOVANNII rolled onto my stomach, pressing my face into the pillow, and Adrian's intoxicating scent flooded my senses. The primal aroma stirred something deep within me, leaving me breathless and yearning."Fuck." I groaned into the pillow, Adrian's sweet floral scent was too strong to be ignored.My cock throbbed, pressing hard against the bed. I moved my hand to cup my erection, and I let out a shaky breath."Fuck that bastard for doing this to me." I hissed, rolling back on my back, staring up at the ceiling.Memory of last night flooded my mind, making my cock grew thicker in my sweatpants. Making me let out a curse word.When I brought Adrian here last night, all I wanted was to fuck him out of my system. I had never really expected myself to wake up this morning to the thought of him in my mind.Worse, the mere thought of him, and how his greedy ass had taken me deep last night made me hard. I was so fucking horny right now that I didn't even know when I took my cock in my hand
ADRIAN It had been over eight agonizing hours since I received that frantic call from my brother. The sound of his panicked voice still echoed in my mind, followed by the deafening silence that had left me shattered. I had been desperately trying to call him back, my fingers flying across the keypad as I dialed his number repeatedly, but my calls had been met with the impersonal automated voice of his voicemail. Each failed attempt had escalated my anxiety, my heart racing with every passing minute.I'm not insane. I'm not fucking insane. That was the mantra I'd been repeating since I left home, the words echoing in my mind like a desperate prayer. I'd chanted them to myself like a lifeline, clinging to sanity as the world around me spiraled out of control. But as the hours ticked by, the words began to lose their potency. The silence was suffocating, and the darkness closing in around me was starting to seep into my soul.For real, I think I'm losing my grip on reality now. Th
GIOVANNI Nikola's voice thundered through the empty hall, his phone pressed firmly against his ear. "Where the fuck are you?" He paced in circles, his heavy boots pounding against the concrete floor. His finger bit into his lip, a mixture of anxiety and frustration etched on his face. "These fucking calls keep going straight to voicemail. What the hell is going on with that stupid boy?" He barked, glaring at me. "Got anything yet?""No," I said, groaning. I pulled my phone away from my ear, and let out a frustrated sigh. "The boys can't get a lock on his location."Nikola's anger boiled over. "What about his phone? They should be able to track the damn thing!" He kicked a table, his foot stomping down on it as he unleashed his rage. I watched him, hesitant to intervene. If I stood up, I would be tempted to find something to punch too. But I knew I had to stay in control. Both Nikola and I couldn't afford to lose our cool at the same time."They can't track his phone," I grumbled,
ADRIAN It had been a week since my encounter with my father, and surprisingly, he hadn't done as much as sending me a message or calling my phone since then.I was partly happy, knowing I had finally put him in his place. But somehow, I couldn't shake off the uneasiness that was eating away at me deep inside. Something didn't feel right. My father wouldn't have given up on his threat that easily unless he was up to something. I wondered what he was planning.I should have informed Giovanni about how my father tracked me down to find me at Grace's apartment. I shouldn't have kept it a secret from him.I still had no idea how my father discovered my location that night, and it worried me. What if he had put a tail on me? What if... What if he had been watching me all along and I had been oblivious to my surroundings? What if, because of me, Giovanni ended up in danger?"I can't let that happen. I should call Giovanni." I breathed out and reached for my phone. My finger hovered over
Hi! I'm excited to share my new M/M romance novel with you. Please take a look! ❤️Title: Steaming the RoseGenre: MM Mafia romance Forced Proximity Childhood sweetheart BLURB "I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?""Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to."You either obey my every command, or watch as I ruin every last bit of the reputation you've toiled tirelessly to build. Don't push me too hard, East, or I'll unleash a storm that will render you breathless and begging for mercy and it won't be cute."As a pop star, Easton Reese had everything he had always hoped for: money, luxurious lifestyle, fame, and fans all across the globe wh
ADRIAN It had been over three weeks since my mother was laid to rest, and I was surprised to find that life was slowly healing. The ache in my heart still lingered, but glimpses of happiness began to peek through the cracks. It wouldn't have been possible to get through it all alone without Giovanni in my life.Giovanni had taken it upon himself to be my happiness guardian, and he excelled at it. He went out of his way to do the most thoughtful, random things that would catch me off guard and leave me beaming. Like surprising me with my favorite smoothie in the morning, or leaving sweet notes around the penthouse for me to find. It was as if he had a sixth sense for knowing exactly what I needed to brighten my day.As I thought about all the little things he did for me, my heart swelled with gratitude. I wished I knew how to repay him for everything he'd done, for being my rock, my safe haven. But Giovanni never asked for anything in return; he just smiled and told me that seeing m
GIOVANNI Adrian was awfully quiet as I drove off the property. Although it was already getting dark and the moon was rising, Adrian gazed out the window, his eyes fixed on the passing trees and bushes. He didn't pay me any attention, his silence a heavy presence in the car.Although he had just lost his mother and was likely preoccupied with grief, I was selfishly consumed by thoughts of our relationship. I couldn't help but wonder if I had damaged our relationship by giving in to his request earlier.Should I have refused? Should I have simply said no and taken him home instead? My head was reeling with conflicting thoughts and doubts running through my mind. I was unaware that Adrian had been staring at me, his gaze fixed on my clenched fist gripping the steering wheel, until he spoke up. "Relax your grip on that thing, or you're going to break it.""Oh," I let out a nervous laugh as I relaxed my grip on the steering wheel, stealing a quick glance at him. When our eyes met, I has
ADRIAN I felt an unrelenting emptiness inside, a hollowness that echoed through every fiber of my being. I was shattered, broken into a million pieces, and I had lost all sense of what it meant to be happy. The memory of joy felt like a distant, fading whisper, a fleeting glimpse of a feeling I would never know again.In that moment, I was consumed by the crushing weight of my own fragility. I was a puzzle with missing pieces, a canvas torn apart, a soul fragmented beyond recognition. It felt as if nothing in this world had the power to heal me, to mend the fractures that ran so deep. Every glimmer of hope seemed extinguished, leaving only an endless, desolate landscape of agony.The pain of being in my mother's presence yet unable to feel her was like a dagger piercing deep into my heart. My eyes burned with unshed tears, and warm droplets continued to stream down my face like a dam burst. I gripped my mother's gravestone so tightly that a sharp pain shot through both my palms. B
ADRIAN "Boyfriend?" The word dripped from my father's lips, his disgust rolling off him in waves as he stared at Giovanni in utter disbelief. The punch seemed to be the last thing on his mind; he was incensed by Giovanni's revelation. "Are you dating him?"Giovanni remained silent, his expression stunned as he met my father's hard gaze. Clearly, he had been expecting a different reaction from my father, but the question had caught him off guard.What was he expecting?For my father to pull out his gun from his coat inner pocket and shoot him? "Is it true?" my father asked no one in particular, his voice trembling slightly. For the first time in twenty-three years, I saw a flicker of fear in his eyes as he wrestled himself free from Giovanni's grasp and stepped in front of me.Giovanni made to step closer, but I shook my head, stopping him. I could handle this. "Son?" my father barked, his anger evident as he startled me. He seized my shoulders, his grip like a vice, and shoved me b
ADRIAN I should feel something: anger, pain, hurt, but I couldn't feel anything. I was like a shell in my own skin, unable to feel any emotion. I sat quietly in the passenger seat of Giovanni's car, staring into space as I gripped my phone in my hand.Today is my mother's funeral, and I still can't believe she's dead. Aston had called me last night, begging me not to show up to the funeral service. But how could I not? She was my mother, wasn't she?I should be mad, I should be angry that she didn't apologize for pushing me away before she died. I should be furious that she deprived me of the chance to hold her hand and be in the same space as her one last time before passing away. I should be livid that they all locked me out of their lives, when we should have grieved together as a family.Even after everything they did to me, after everything they took from me, my brother still expected me to stand aside and watch from a distance as my mother takes her final farewell from this wor