The Mafia

Elias had made a mistake.

He owed money to the wrong people. A lot of money. And now one of the most dangerous men in the city was standing in his apartment at 2 a.m.

Marcus Rossi was everything the rumors said he was — 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 owned the place.

“You’re late on your payment,” Marcus said, voice low and smooth.

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

Marcus smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I don’t do extensions.”

He stepped closer, crowding Elias against the wall.

“But I’m feeling generous tonight,” Marcus continued. “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 simply. “For the night. Every way I want you. And if you’re good… we’ll call it even.”

Elias should have said no.

Instead, he nodded.

Marcus’s smile sharpened.

“Good boy.”

He turned to his men.

“Leave.”

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

Then he turned back to Elias.

“Strip.”

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 pushed him back against the wall.

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 against his mouth. “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 back of the couch. 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 groaned. “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 couch cushions.

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 flooding Elias’s insides.

He stayed inside him for a long moment, breathing hard.

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.”