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#R18
#DARK
#SLICEOFLIFE
#TRAGEDY
#BETRAYAL
#POSSESSIVE
#SMUT
#MAFIA
#TWISTED
#SERIOUS

OWNED BY HIM

Angelo Verde is a spy who investigates the Mafia's underground business. In the middle of an undercover operation, some unavoidable events leave him no choice but to serve Marvel Yerevan, the Mafia crime boss of one formidable Family. The taste of horrible and peculiar experiences in the underworld does not stop him from stepping deeper into the Mafia's territory, all to gain Marvel's trust. Ready to submit, even become a plaything, he will act subservient while secretly taking advantage of his position for the investigation to complete the tasks he is given. But, can he win the mission when he has never been victorious over a personal battle with the boss? EXCERPT I: "Sir, I think you need to change your clothes, or else you will catch a cold." I suggested Marvel, using his half-wet suit of rain as an excuse to get to know him better. The man in front of me was so tall and well-built, his physique exposed both strength and beauty. It wasn't out of curiosity that I patted his shoulder to sweep the wet dots away, but I wanted to create a connection with him. "If you don't mind, let me help you," I smiled. "It's my responsibility to take care of your health and serve you, so let's go to your room and change-" The coldness of fingers touching my cheek startled me, freezing up the rest of my words. Before I could develop a reaction, the artistic form of a man had turned blurry above my dilated eyes when Marvel reduced our distance. Seizing up the air I meant to breathe in, his lips contrived a way to communicate with mine without the need for words. I always asked myself, what should I do to get closer to Marvel, to step into his territory, to make him trust me? I think I know now. EXCERPT II: "It isn't that hard," Marvel convinced me, sure of it. His knuckles slithered above my cheek. "All you have to do is put it inside your mouth and just let it slide above your tongue." His words were followed by a gesture of his thumb teasing my lips until I felt it in between my teeth. Demanding access, it started to push in deeper, stroking my tongue without any sign of reluctance. When his eyes slightly narrowed to hold a smile, the steel blue marbles glimmered, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from this handsome gent in front of me. "You can do it, right?" At first, I wanted to pretend I didn't understand what Marvel was talking about, but my attempt to be indifferent might not work against someone with a character like his, knowing how much power he had, and I realized what his true intention was. I forced my mouth to open, only later did I know that those simple words would change my fate completely. "Yes, Sir."

Puppetstring · LGBT+
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222 Chs
#R18
#DARK
#SLICEOFLIFE
#TRAGEDY
#BETRAYAL
#POSSESSIVE
#SMUT
#MAFIA
#TWISTED
#SERIOUS
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After making sure that Doctor Plainn was alive, the first thing Marvel did was check on this person inside the ward through the monitoring room, and the relief on his face when he found that the person was doing okay…

"What the f- No way… For fuck's sake, you can't be serious… Marvel, what the fuck have you done here?!"

Suddenly, an angry shriek was shoved into his ears and he could tell what was coming. He walked out of the monitoring room and witnessed how Doctor Plainn was literally hysterical in his clinic.

It was his clinic that appeared to be anything but a slaughterhouse. It laid quiet, for it was now a graveyard of the two unburied among the gore of crimson tiles and walls that were supposed to be white. Their eyes were as immobile as their limbs. Their souls had long departed.