Collateral

Elias had made a very bad decision.

He had borrowed money from the wrong family — the Rossi crime family. And now he was standing in a dark warehouse at 3 a.m., facing Marcus Rossi himself.

Marcus was everything the rumors said: tall, broad, cold-eyed, and terrifyingly calm. He had two men with him, but they stayed by the door. Marcus walked straight up to Elias like he already owned him.

“You’re late,” Marcus said quietly. “Very late.”

Elias swallowed. “I can get the money. I just need—”

“I don’t do extensions,” Marcus interrupted. “But I’m feeling generous tonight.”

He stepped closer, crowding Elias against a stack of crates.

“There’s another way you can pay off your debt.”

Elias’s heart was pounding.

“What do you want?”

Marcus reached out and grabbed Elias by the chin, tilting his face up.

“You,” he said. “For the night. Every way I want you. Rough. No safe words. Complete control. And if you’re good…” He smiled, small and sharp. “…we’ll call it even.”

Elias should have said no.

Instead, he nodded.

Marcus’s smile widened.

“Good boy.”

He turned to his men.

“Leave. And lock the door.”

The two men left without a word. Marcus locked the door behind them.

Then he turned back to Elias.

“Strip. Now.”

Elias obeyed with shaking hands. Marcus watched him the entire time, eyes dark and hungry. When Elias was finally naked, Marcus grabbed him by the throat and shoved him back against the crates.

He kissed him roughly, all teeth and dominance. One hand slid down to grab Elias’s cock while the other stayed around his throat.

“You’re mine tonight,” Marcus growled. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. And you’re going to thank me for it.”

He spun Elias around and bent him over the crates. He spat on his fingers and pushed two inside Elias without much warning. Elias gasped as Marcus worked him open roughly.

When Marcus finally pushed his cock inside, Elias moaned loudly. Marcus was big, and he didn’t hold back. He fucked Elias hard and deep from the very first thrust, one hand gripping his hip while the other pressed between his shoulder blades.

“Fuck— you’re tight,” Marcus growled. “Been thinking about this since the first time I saw you.”

He fucked Elias like he was punishing him for the debt. Every thrust was rough and possessive. Elias could only take it, moaning into the wood beneath him.

Marcus reached around and stroked Elias’s cock in time with his thrusts. Elias came first with a broken cry, cum spilling over Marcus’s hand. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside him for a long moment.

Then he pulled out and turned Elias around. He grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.

“We’re not done,” Marcus said. “On your knees.”

Elias dropped to his knees without hesitation.

Marcus grabbed his hair and guided his cock into Elias’s mouth.

“Clean it.”

Elias obeyed, sucking Marcus’s cock clean while cum leaked down his thighs.

Marcus looked down at him with dark satisfaction.

“Good,” he murmured. “Very good.”

He pulled Elias to his feet and kissed him again — slower this time.

“Next week,” Marcus said against his lips. “Same time. And bring the rest of what you owe.”

Elias was still shaking, cum dripping down his legs.

He should have been terrified.

Instead, he whispered,

“Okay.”

Marcus smiled.

“That’s what I like to hear.”