I felt his hot breath on my neck and moaned as his fingers expertly caressed my sensitive areas. 
Gasping for breath, I pulled him closer, and he reached up to meet my lips, our tongues dancing in bliss as he pulled me over and positioned me to straddle him. 
“Jaxon,” I breathed when we came up for air, but he hushed me and moved his finger over my lips.
“You’re mine,” he growled. “Let me show you what you really need.”

***

I knew my dad was in debt to the mafia since I worked three jobs trying to pay off what he owed. But I didn’t expect it when he told me, “Sara, I’ve sold you,”–to the king of the underworld!
The worst part is that the mafia king just happens to be my dad’s gorgeous best friend, Jaxon, who I’ve been lusting over for a long time. And now that he owns me, I’m feeling like this is so much deeper than lust, and I don’t know if this will break me….

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Owned by the Billionaire Mafia King

Sara and I were relaxing and enjoying what I thought was some well-earned downtime after getting that sonofabitch Charlie to confess like that. What a fucking idiot. In addition to being a low-life asshole, it was fucking amazing to me that he didn't know not to confess to shit like that, EVER. Even when you get arrested, the first and only thing you should say is: I want my lawyer. Period. I couldn't imagine how the hell he had even stayed alive this long without knowing that shit.  


"Hey, isn't that our buddy?" Sara asked, and pointed at the TV screen. "It looks an awful lot like Charlie. What's happening? Jaxon, turn up the volume on that thing! I want to see!" 


I obliged, mostly since I couldn't fucking believe what I was seeing. It was our old pal, wearing bracelets. And not the kind you buy your girl at Tiffany's. Stupid cocksucker. 


Chapter 213 : Tweedle Dumb or Tweedle Dumber