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

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Beneath The Mask

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

The King’s Dominion

Fernando’s POVI stood at the doorway, unmoving, the weight of my presence alone suffocating the space between us. The dim lighting of the hallway cast my shadow long and imposing, stretching into the room where the scent of sweat and sex still lingered in the air.I let the face of the man standing in front of me roll through my mind, tasting it, testing it. I didn’t know him. Not yet. But the way he stiffened, the way his breath hitched as our eyes met—it was delicious. Terror clung to him like a second skin, thick and visible, and I enjoyed every damn second of it.He wasn’t just scared.He was petrified.And I thrived on fear.He stood frozen, still gripping the doorknob as if he could will himself out of this situation by sheer force alone. But there was no escape—not from me.A slow smirk spread across my lips as I tilted my head, taking in the sight before me. His shirt was half-buttoned, the fabric slightly wrinkled, a clear indication he had hurried to dress up and leave.

The Thin Line Between Hatred and Fear

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.

The Game Begins

Fernando’s POVI leaned back in my chair, swirling the deep red wine in my glass as my maid, Emilia, carefully lifted another forkful of food to my lips. I parted them just slightly, letting her slip the tender piece of meat inside. I chewed slowly, savoring the flavors. It was a good meal—perfectly cooked and seasoned just right.Yet, the presence of the man standing before me was ruining my appetite.“Boss, I swear I don’t know how it happened,” Marlo stammered, shifting nervously from foot to foot. His voice grated on my nerves, filled with desperation, regret, and the kind of blind devotion that bored me.I raised a hand, stopping Emilia from feeding me the next bite. My sharp gaze lifted to Marlo, and he visibly flinched.I sighed. “Marlo.”“Yes, Boss?”I set my glass down with deliberate slowness. “Are you aware that I despise incompetence?”“Yes, Boss.” He bowed his head.“And yet,” I continued, my tone smooth but sharp as a blade, “here you are, in my dining room, telling

Dangerous Games

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

Seduction and Secrets

Fernando’s POVI stepped into my study with confidence only to stop in my tracks when I saw him—Michael—standing silently beside my desk. His presence was as unexpected as it was audacious, and immediately, my pulse quickened with a mix of irritation and delight.I closed the door behind me softly, the click echoing in the quiet room, and took measured steps toward him. “What a surprise,” I said, my voice low and inviting, yet laced with a dangerous edge. “I wasn’t expecting a guest in my study this evening.”Michael’s eyes flickered, guarded yet defiant, as he attempted a measured response. “The door was open,” he replied, his tone calm but steady.I arched a brow, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. “The door was open, was it?” I repeated, letting the words hang in the air.He shifted his weight, a motion that betrayed his inner discomfort, but he quickly masked it with a shrug. “Yes,” he said simply.I took another deliberate step forward, watching as his posture tense

Under His Gaze

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

Stripped Bare

Fernando’s POV I had expected more hesitation. I had expected defiance, perhaps even a weak attempt at negotiation. But what I had not expected—what truly fascinated me—was the way Michael moved as he began to unbutton his shirt.His fingers, though steady, carried the weight of reluctance and it thrilled me to see him battle within himself. The first button slipped through its hole, revealing just a bit of skin beneath. Smooth. Tanned. His collarbones cast faint shadows under the dim glow of my study’s lamp, adding a striking contrast to the sharpness of his jaw.I took in the sharp edges of his pink nipples, their hardness staring fiercely at me, willing me to grab them and do as I see fit.I leaned back against the edge of my desk, watching him as if he were a performance meant solely for my entertainment.Michael was hesitant, but he did not falter.The second button came undone. Then the third.With every inch of exposed skin, my intrigue deepened. His body was not merely lea

A Battle of Wills

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

A Seat at the Table

Fernando's POV I went down the stairs leading to my meeting room at a measured pace, my footsteps echoing through the grand hall. Behind me, I could hear Michael following closely, his movements light but deliberate. Marlo’s heavier steps were right behind him, his irritation practically evident in the air.Marlo has never been known to be able to hide his feelings because they always showed on his face and radiated in the aura all around him.This was his character flaw which vexed me.I looked over my shoulder and I saw a very determined look plastered on Micheal's face.He had nerve. I had to give him that.It was one thing to enter my study uninvited, but to then demand to follow me into a meeting with some of the most powerful men in the criminal underworld? Either he was bold, or he was incredibly stupid.Or perhaps he had an agenda.I wasn’t blind to that possibility.There were many reasons a man might want to sit at my table. Most were predictable—power, influence, money.

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