The warehouse reeked of gun oil and old blood, but Luca Rossi only smelled the man in front of him. Don Alessandro Moretti stood with his back to the single hanging bulb, the light carving sharp lines across his shoulders and the tailored black suit that hid nothing of his coiled strength. Lucas wrists were already bound behind him with leather cuffsMorettis personal touch, not the cheap zip ties his soldiers used. The restraint wasnt tight enough to cut circulation, but it was firm enough to remind Luca exactly who held the power.
You killed three of my men, Moretti said, voice low and even, the same tone he used when deciding whether to sign a contract or order an execution. He turned slowly. Dark eyes locked on Lucas. And yet here you are, breathing. Tell me why I shouldnt finish what they started.
Luca lifted his chin. Because you want something else from me.
A slow smile cut across Morettis face, dangerous and intimate. He stepped forward until the heat of his body pressed Luca back against the cold metal wall.
One gloved hand rose to grip Lucas jaw, thumb dragging across his lower lip hard enough to bruise. Smart boy. You always were. But smart boys still kneel.
The command hit Luca low in the gut. His knees hit the concrete before he could think twice. Morettis fingers stayed on his face, controlling the angle as he looked down. The Dons other hand worked open his belt with deliberate patience, the metallic click loud in the empty space. When he freed himself, he was already thick and heavy, the sight sending a pulse of heat straight through Lucas core.
Open, Moretti ordered.
Luca obeyed. The first slide of that hard length across his tongue was deliberate, controlled, a test of obedience rather than pleasure. Moretti kept one hand fisted in Lucas hair, guiding him deeper until his nose brushed the crisp fabric of the suit trousers. Lucas throat flexed, eyes watering, but he didnt pull back. He took it, the power exchange settling over him like a second set of cuffs.
Morettis breathing stayed even, but his grip tightened. Thats it. Take what I give you. You belong to me now, not your fathers broken syndicate. Every breath, every inch of you. He pulled back just enough for Luca to gasp, then thrust forward again, setting a rhythm that left no room for thought. Saliva slicked Lucas chin; the wet sounds echoed obscenely against the concrete.
When Moretti finally withdrew, Lucas lips were swollen, his chest heaving. The Don hauled him upright by the cuffs and spun him to face the wall. A booted foot kicked Lucas legs apart. Cool air hit bare skin as Moretti sliced through Lucas shirt with a switchblade, the flat of the blade dragging down his spine in a silent threat that made Lucas cock twitch against the wall.
Morettis gloved hand wrapped around him from behind, stroking once, twice, rough and possessive. Hard already. You like being taken apart by the man who could end you. Two slick fingers pressed between his cheeks without warning, pushing inside. The stretch burned, perfect and punishing. Moretti worked them deep, curling, finding the spot that made Lucas knees shake.
Say it, Moretti demanded, voice dark velvet against Lucas ear. Tell me who owns this.
You do, Luca gasped. Don Morettifuckyours.
The fingers withdrew. The blunt head of Morettis cock replaced them, pressing insistently until Lucas body yielded. The first thrust was slow, deliberate, forcing every inch inside until Morettis hips were flush against him. Luca groaned, forehead pressed to the wall, the fullness overwhelming. Moretti didnt move right away; he simply held Luca pinned, letting the weight of his body and the reality of the claim sink in.
Then he began to fuck himhard, relentless, each snap of his hips driving Luca higher. One hand stayed on the cuffs, the other wrapped around Lucas throat, not choking but owning. The power exchange crackled between them: Luca giving, Moretti taking, both of them burning in the exchange. Sweat slicked their skin. The wet slap of flesh filled the warehouse.
Morettis pace turned brutal, chasing his own release while keeping Luca on the edge. Come when I tell you, he growled. Not before.
Lucas entire body trembled with the effort of holding back. Morettis thrusts grew erratic, deeper, until he buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, vicious sound. Only then did his hand slide down to stroke Luca once, twice, the command rough against his ear: Now.
Luca shattered. Pleasure ripped through him, white-hot and endless, his release painting the wall while Moretti stayed buried inside him, marking him from within. They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, the cuffs still binding Lucas wrists.
Moretti didnt release him immediately. He pressed a slow, almost tender kiss to the back of Lucas neck, a contrast to the violence of moments before. Youre mine now, he murmured. Body, blood, and loyalty. The rest of the world can burn.
Luca closed his eyes, the dark satisfaction of surrender settling deep. In the arms of the most dangerous man in the city, he had never felt more claimedor more free.
