All Chapters of Becoming the Forbidden Possession of the Mafia Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AdrianAt the far end corner of the club, I was seated alone.Masked up.It was the perfect spot to watch the pole dance of the strippers. There was a new guy and he was the perfect shade of brown.Hands have always done it for me, and his were well shaped as the rest of him. Strong and tan, edged with dark locks that fell on his shoulder blade.His perfect abs, and the way he swings around the pole tells me he's been doing it for years.When he placed his long finger in his lips, I imagined it gripping my cock and others moving in my ass as he lowered his head to suck. I wondered whether his stubble would prickle.I've had guys who've rasped my balls, leaving my perineum a bit sore. Those were one of the happy days, too bad, tonight was my last night coming to the gay club. Even though I had imagined that this day would be nearly impossible to avoid, I had never expected it so soon.Like every other family like mine, an alliance marriage was not something I could avoid. A marriage

AdrianThere was a momentarily silence. Everyone's eyes were on him. There was an imposing iciness in his cold but charming eyes. Even the staff and Mancini's were afraid of looking him in the eye. A subtle rustling of his fabric could be heard as the man placed his hands in his pockets.His sleeves were folded on his arm, revealing a bite mark close to his wrist. I should have flared up in anger, hearing him oppose the union, but curiosity clouded my heart. “Do you think you deserve Isabelle? You Morettis!” His gaze bore into mine.I held my breath waiting for his judgement. After a long while he said, “Aren't you just an illegitimate son?” His words were direct, but it only made me wonder what rights he had to give such opposing opinions. Every attraction I felt when he walked in, was completely shredded. I could feel my insides in chaos, but I didn't utter a word. I didn't break my gaze, neither did he. When his tongue stroked his lips, I felt like pulling him closer and we

Adrian.It's been a few seconds, and a million excuses have crossed my mind on how to respond. There was one in particular that was quite convincing. ‘I was just walking by; where you looking for me?’ If it wasn't that, then I might as well say I've been standing here for the past hour.Nikolai was no fool. I will go with the first.“Adrian…” When I heard the voice a second time, it didn't sound threatening, nor like Nikolai’s. Rather it was soft, sweet and delicate, it wasn't a man's voice.Isabel…I quickly turned to look at her. I've never been so happy to bump into someone in many years.“Isabelle.” She walked closer and when she was just a foot away, there were sturdy footsteps that were approaching.Nikolai's.I leaned forward and kissed Isabelle's lips. Wrapping my hands around her waist line, I pressed her body on mine, giving off an impression that we've been bonding.Suddenly the steps stopped, after a few seconds, it became distant by the minutes. He must have watche

Adrian's PovDespite my calm countenance, I felt my insides turned, and my lips almost clamored. The shot had sent tremors down my spine, and my body was still in shock, but there was Nikolai, staring at me with a smug on his face.I froze for a minute.He didn't move, not even an inch. Neither did he blink. The shot had come from the gun between his legs but Nikolai's eyes only had his unusual indifference. As though if he were mistakenly hit, he still wouldn't bat an eye.“What? Never heard a gun shot before?” Nikolai raised his brows at me, and an inexplicable amount of irritation crawled on my skin.Nikolai leaned forward and suddenly the sound of heels gently clicking the floor, walked towards our direction, and it caused my interest.“Adrian!” Isabelle yelled and I didn't waste a moment before responding.“In here…” I walked past Nikolai, making sure my shoulder crashed into his arm.I was aiming for his shoulders, but this man was 6.5” tall, while I was a mesly 6” tall.“Ther

Nikolai's PovStanding by the door, I stared dazedly at the shards of glass on the floor, and traces of blood.The room was a mess.Before I could ask what happened, I caught a glimpse of Isabelle's feet amidst the crowd, lying on the floor, and instantly, a pang shot through my chest.My face crinkled, and my breath hitched.I forced my feet to move forward, but it felt as though it was rooted to a spot, until I caught another glimpse of her feet stained with a red liquid.Blood? My hands clenched into fist and my muscles tightened.Her delicate, pale feet, fitted in Christian Louboutins, gleamed under the light, the anklet I had bought for her on my last vacation catching the glow.I quickly pushed the people aside, moving closer, and when I finally reached her.I saw her cuddled in a man's arm. Red liquid spilled everywhere.I could smell blood and wine, making me wonder how much of the red liquid was actually wine and how much was blood.And what the hell happened here?When she l