All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Michael's POVI gripped the bedsheets as I gritted my teeth and buried my face into the soft mattress, feeling Marlo’s sweat falling on my back and soft moans escaping his lips while he continued thrusting with more strength than necessary. "Fuck, you're so tight" he said.I bit back the pain that was building within me and tried my best to endure whatever pain I could feel in my hole.This was all a means to an end.Before I could process my thoughts any further, he turned me around, his muscular arms wrapping around me.He knelt on the bed and raised me to sit on his hard cock. I stared at him, wondering what sex position he intended to do this time.After spending more than twenty minutes servicing his dick and nipples, I was already exhausted. He wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back on his hand and gave me one the ugliest smirk I have ever seen escape the lips of a man."Ride me until I burst inside you" Marlo said, his breath resting on my face.He brought his lips to

Michael’s POVThe bright lights of the supermarket shined above me, casting a white glow over the neatly stocked shelves. The scent of freshly baked bread and aroma filled the air, an odd contrast to the tension twisting inside my chest. I pushed the shopping cart down the aisle, gripping the handle so tightly my knuckles turned white.Ashley strolled beside me, scanning the shelves for something sweet. She was humming softly, utterly at ease, completely unaware—or maybe just ignoring—how fucking angry I was.I turned to her, exhaling sharply. “I let him intimidate me” I said.Ashley grabbed a bag of gummy bears and tossed it into the cart without looking at me. “Mhm.”I scowled. “Don’t mhm me. You don’t get it.”She finally turned to face me, her lips twitching. “Oh, I get it.” Her voice was laced with amusement, which only fueled my frustration. “Fernando caught you sneaking out of Marlo’s room half-dressed, and he played with you like a cat with a mouse.”I gritted my teeth.

Michael’s POVThe air was filled with the smell of cigar smoke, expensive perfume, and the quiet hum of sinister conversations. The grand ballroom of Fernando’s mansion was covered in golden light, its high ceilings adorned with beautiful chandeliers that cast numerous shadows over the sea of sharply dressed men.I moved carefully through the crowd, holding a silver tray with crystal glasses of the finest whiskey. My posture was relaxed, my expression neutral, but inside, I was fuming.This wasn’t just a party.It was a gathering of criminals—men who had built empires on blood, drugs, and fear.I recognized several faces immediately. The bald man in the corner, laughing over a drink? Leonardo Vasquez, head of one of the biggest arms-smuggling rings in South America. The sharply dressed Asian man sitting across from him? Wei Cheng, a known trafficker whose operations stretched from Hong Kong to Los Angeles. And the old man, currently swirling his drink and smirking at a nervous yo

Michael's POV I could feel his breath against my face, warm and slow, teasing the tension in the air between us. My own breathing had turned shallow, uneven. This wasn’t how I wanted to confront Fernando whenever i saw him, but I couldn’t help it. My body always seemed to shut down each time we were mere inches apart. The scent of his cologne—rich, dark, and laced with the faintest trace of smoke—filled my lungs, making my stomach coil.Fernando's hand was firm on my jaw, fingers pressing just hard enough to remind me of his strength, of his control. His dark eyes bore into mine with an intensity that threatened to unravel me right there. I hated him, but I couldn't let him see that. Not when I was already at such a disadvantage.My mission came first while my revenge would follow afterwards but it was hard to hide my disdain for him.I should have hidden it better. The resentment, the burning rage. I had spent years perfecting my mask, smoothing out every sharp edge that could

Michael's POV I exhaled slowly, steadying myself.Fernando stood halfway down the grand staircase, his dark eyes locked onto me, expectant. The dim golden light from the chandelier above cast an ominous glow over him, highlighting the sharp angles of his face, the cold amusement lurking in his expression.He was waiting.Marlo, on the other hand, was not.The moment the word "Wait" had left my lips, he had frowned. His broad shoulders tensed, his hands twitching at his sides like he was ready to pounce. And now, as I stood there at the foot of the stairs, trying to find the right words, I could feel his fury radiating toward me like a bomb about to explode.“The hell do you think you’re doing?” Marlo snapped, his voice a low, dangerous growl.I kept my eyes on Fernando. I knew better than to look at Marlo right now. If I did, if I acknowledged his challenge, I might just do something I’d regret.Or maybe not.Marlo took a step forward, blocking my path. “You just interrupted the b