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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."

OWNED BY HIM

The bathroom was already a mess with clothes laying over here and there. The warm shower kept pouring on a minimum just to maintain the humidity. On the wet floor, the warm puddles evaporated, swarming a soft musky fragrance of the soap and shampoo. Thick fog floated in the air, thinly covering two naked bodies amid the dewy glass wall.

Marvel and I were engaged in a hot, passionate kiss while hugging each other. Each surface of our skin that touched was slippery as we were covered in white foams.

We were told to hold back and we understand that we should, and yet…

When Marvel invited me to shower together, I didn't refuse despite knowing the true motive behind it. I just loved being held by him, and I did more than I realized it. While watching his mouth-watering features that pleased my eyes, at the same time, I was offended by how unfairly perfect his physique was compared to mine.

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