Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don

Michael's POV

I gripped the bedsheets as I gritted my teeth and buried my face into the soft mattress, feeling Marlo's sweat falling on my back and soft moans escaping his lips while he continued thrusting with more strength than necessary.

"Fuck, you're so tight" he said.

I bit back the pain that was building within me and tried my best to endure whatever pain I could feel in my hole.

This was all a means to an end.

Before I could process my thoughts any further, he turned me around, his muscular arms wrapping around me.

He knelt on the bed and raised me to sit on his hard cock. I stared at him, wondering what sex position he intended to do this time.

After spending more than twenty minutes servicing his dick and nipples, I was already exhausted.

He wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back on his hand and gave me one the ugliest smirk I have ever seen escape the lips of a man.

"Ride me until I burst inside you" Marlo said, his breath resting on my face.

He brought his lips to mine and I tried to avoid whatever he planned to do, but I wasn't fast enough.

Marlo sucked my lower lip while his tongue evaded my mouth and ran around my walls.

"That's enough" I whispered, my disgust beginning to show no matter how much I tried to hide it.

Thankfully, he released his hold on my lips and laid back, his hands placed behind his head as his eyes told me to begin the task he has given to me.

Ugh.

In the darkness, I rolled my eyes, my anger almost simmering beneath the surface.

I raised my knees and instead of kneeling down, I squatted over his dick, my momentum building.

I began slowly at first then increased my speed and watched as Marlo's eyes rolled to the back of his head in ecstacy.

His moans filled my ears and although I hated having sex with him, the fact that I held this much power over him at this instant was enough to make a smile appear on my face.

"I'm close. I'm going to cum" he said.

He attempted to jerk me off but I threw his hand away from my throbbing dick and allowed him to reach climax.

Finally, it was over.

I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling in slow, controlled breaths.

The sheets beneath me were damp with sweat, but the warmth of Marlo's body next to mine made my skin crawl.

The room smelled of sweat and whiskey, of regret and desperation.

I turned my head slightly, watching him sleep, his face relaxed in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. He looked peaceful-satisfied. Meanwhile, I felt nothing but irritation gnawing at the edges of my patience.

I hadn't wanted this. I hadn't enjoyed a single second of it. But I had needed to do it.

Marlo wasn't just another of Fernando Ramirez's men-he was one of his highest-ranking lieutenants.

He was a man with influence. A man with access. And that access was exactly what I, as well as the FBI, needed if I wanted to bring Fernando down.

Fernando Ramirez.

Just thinking his name sent a rush of fury through me.

His Mafia crime family had spread like a plague across the city, untouchable, operating in the shadows while law enforcement remained powerless.

My sister-my only family-had been caught in his violence and she lost her life. A victim of his greed, his brutality. She hadn't deserved it. She hadn't deserved any of it.

I clenched my jaw, forcing my thoughts back to the present.

Dwelling on the past wouldn't help me now.

Right now, my priority was getting to that exclusive party Fernando was throwing in a few days. Only his most trusted men would be allowed inside, and Marlo was one of them. That's why I had done this.

But now, I needed Marlo to wake the hell up.

I nudged him with my elbow.

"Hey."

He didn't stir.

I frowned, shifting to my side and shaking his shoulder.

"Marlo."

A tired groan escaped his lips, but he barely opened his eyes. His arm was placed lazily over his stomach, his breathing slow and deep.

"Marlo, wake up," I tried again, this time a little more forceful. "We had a deal, remember?"

Nothing.

I rolled my eyes, frustration bubbling in my chest.

"You said you would help me get in," I reminded him, keeping my voice even. "I need that tag. You said you would vouch for me."

Marlo mumbled something that sounded like nonsense, shifting slightly before settling back into sleep.

Useless.

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair.

There was no point in trying to reason with him right now.

He was out cold, probably from the alcohol he had drank earlier.

I would have to handle this myself.

My eyes flicked to the bedside table where his identification tag lay-his ticket to the party.

His access to Fernando.

Carefully, I slid out of bed, moving with the precision of a trained agent.

My muscles were tense as I reached for the tag, keeping my movements slow, deliberate.

One wrong move, and I would wake him.

The metal tag was cool against my fingertips as I picked it up, slipping it into the pocket of my discarded jeans on the floor.

I dressed quickly, shoving my arms into my shirt, buttoning it hastily.

As I reached for the door, my heart pounded with a mix of adrenaline and anticipation.

I had done it. I had what I needed.

But the moment I pulled the door open, every cell in my body froze.

Standing in the doorway, his figure looming in the dimly lit hallway, was Fernando Ramirez.

His dark eyes locked onto mine, unreadable, terrifyingly calm.

He was taller than I expected, broader, his presence suffocating.

The air around him felt heavy, charged with something dangerous.

I couldn't move.

I couldn't breathe.

His lips curled slightly-not quite a smirk, but something close.

"Well, well well," he said, his voice deep, smooth, laced with quiet authority. "Going somewhere?"

My heart slammed against my ribs, but I forced my face to remain neutral, my mind racing.

I was in trouble.

Big trouble.

Fernando's POV

I stood at the doorway, unmoving, the weight of my presence alone suffocating the space between us.

The dim lighting of the hallway cast my shadow long and imposing, stretching into the room where the scent of sweat and sex still lingered in the air.

I let the face of the man standing in front of me roll through my mind, tasting it, testing it.

I didn't know him. Not yet. But the way he stiffened, the way his breath hitched as our eyes met-it was delicious.

Terror clung to him like a second skin, thick and visible, and I enjoyed every damn second of it.

He wasn't just scared.

He was petrified.

And I thrived on fear.

He stood frozen, still gripping the doorknob as if he could will himself out of this situation by sheer force alone. But there was no escape-not from me.

A slow smirk spread across my lips as I tilted my head, taking in the sight before me.

His shirt was half-buttoned, the fabric slightly wrinkled, a clear indication he had hurried to dress up and leave.

His hair was scattered, but not from sleep-no, this was the kind of disarray that came after an evening of desperate, sweaty indulgence.

Then, my gaze moved past him to the bed, and there lay Marlo, spread out, naked, completely spent.

Ah.

Amusement curled in my chest, a slow-burning ember turning into a flame.

This was beginning to get more thrilling and I honestly couldn't get enough.

I chuckled, low and dark.

"What do we have here?" My voice was soft, but the sharp edge of authority cut through each word.

My eyes moved back to the small man standing in front of my me and I made sure my gaze bored deep into his face.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple moving up.amd down in his throat.

He looked like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing the fall was inevitable but still clinging to the hope of survival.

I took a step forward, and he instinctively took a step back, but the doorframe behind him kept him trapped.

I liked that.

"Tell me," I murmured, my voice almost lazy, "what exactly is a lowly recruit like you doing in Marlo's bed?"

He tensed.

"I-I wasn't-" he began but the words were too heavy for him to let out.

I arched a brow, watching the way he fumbled for words.

"No?" I let the denial hang between us before turning my gaze back to Marlo. "Because it looks like you were."

He clenched his jaw, struggling to keep his face neutral, but I could see the tension in the set of his shoulders.

He was trying so hard to keep control.

How adorable.

"You're new," I mused, studying him. "I don't recognize you."

He cleared his throat, finding his voice.

"Yes, sir. My name is Michael. I'm a new recruit" he replied.

I scoffed.

"That much is obvious."

Michael swallowed again, and I could practically hear his heartbeat drumming beneath his skin.

I stepped even closer, closing the already small gap between us.

I wasn't touching him, not yet, but I was close enough to feel the heat of his body radiating through the thin barrier of his shirt. Close enough to see the flicker of discomfort in his eyes as he struggled to keep his composure.

"Tell me something, Michael," I said, drawing out his name, tasting it on my tongue like a slow sip of whiskey. "Why are you in Marlo's room instead of working downstairs like a good little servant?"

His lips parted, a split-second delay before his answer came.

"I- I came to ask him some questions about work."

A lie.

Not a bad one, but not a good one either.

I leaned in slightly, letting my breath rest against his ear.

"Questions about work," I echoed, dragging out the words like I was savoring them. "And yet, I find you in here, half-dressed, while Marlo lies in that bed, utterly fucked out."

Michael's entire body went rigid.

I grinned.

"You must think I'm stupid," I continued, my voice dropping lower, silkier. "Do I look like a man who tolerates stupidity?"

Michael's hands curled into fists at his sides, but he didn't speak.

Smart choice.

"I'll tell you something," I murmured, bringing my lips dangerously close to his ear. "Listen very carefully, Michael."

He held his breath.

"You don't touch what belongs to me."

Michael flinched.

"I-"

I clicked my tongue, cutting him off.

"Don't." My voice was almost gentle, but the warning behind it was unmistakable. "Don't lie. Don't pretend."

I pulled back slightly, just enough to watch his expression as I delivered the final blow.

"There is only one person permitted to fuck in my mansion," I said, my lips curling into a smirk. "And that person is me."

Michael's face burned with embarrassment, his jaw tightening as he swallowed whatever retort was on the tip of his tongue.

I chuckled darkly.

"I don't like sharing, Michael." I reached out, brushing a single finger along the collar of his wrinkled shirt, enjoying the way his breath hitched at the contact. "So, if I were you, I would think very carefully before making another mistake."

Michael's hands clenched even tighter. His body was coiled, tense, like a cornered animal weighing its options.

But we both knew he wouldn't fight me.

Not here.

Not now.

Not ever.

He inhaled sharply.

"May I be excused, sir?" he asked rather politely.

I let the silence stretch, drawing out his discomfort before I finally, mercifully, gave a slow nod.

"Go."

Michael didn't hesitate. He turned on his heel and practically fled the room, his steps brisk, his entire body radiating the desperate need to get away from me.

I watched him go, my eyes trailing over his retreating form, and slowly, something dark and devious began to take shape in my mind.

Michael.

A new recruit.

A nobody.

But now...

Now, he had my attention.

And that?

That was far more dangerous than anything he could ever imagine.

Michael's POV

The bright lights of the supermarket shined above me, casting a white glow over the neatly stocked shelves.

The scent of freshly baked bread and aroma filled the air, an odd contrast to the tension twisting inside my chest.

I pushed the shopping cart down the aisle, gripping the handle so tightly my knuckles turned white.

Ashley strolled beside me, scanning the shelves for something sweet.

She was humming softly, utterly at ease, completely unaware-or maybe just ignoring-how fucking angry I was.

I turned to her, exhaling sharply.

"I let him intimidate me" I said.

Ashley grabbed a bag of gummy bears and tossed it into the cart without looking at me.

"Mhm."

I scowled.

"Don't mhm me. You don't get it."

She finally turned to face me, her lips twitching.

"Oh, I get it." Her voice was laced with amusement, which only fueled my frustration. "Fernando caught you sneaking out of Marlo's room half-dressed, and he played with you like a cat with a mouse."

I gritted my teeth.

"That's not funny."

Ashley chuckled.

"It's a little funny."

I slammed a box of cereal into the cart harder than necessary, making a few customers glance our way.

I ignored them, my jaw tightening.

Ashley sighed, her amusement softening when she saw how tense I was.

"Look, Michael, I get it. It pisses you off that he got under your skin." She touched my arm gently, grounding me. "But you're still in the game. That's what matters."

I exhaled through my nose, forcing myself to calm down.

"I just- I hate that I was afraid of him. Even for a second."

Ashley's blue eyes searched mine, and I could see the empathy there. She was the only person who truly understood why this case meant everything to me. Why failing wasn't an option.

She lowered her voice.

"Michael, fear isn't weakness. It keeps you alive."

I looked away, staring at the rows of canned soup like they held all the answers.

"I don't want to be afraid of him."

"Then don't be," she said simply. "But don't be reckless either."

I scoffed.

"You think I'm reckless?"

Ashley crossed her arms.

"You had sex with Marlo to get a party invitation, didn't you?"

I winced.

"I had to."

She smirked.

"Uh-huh. And how was it?" she asked and I could see the amusement in her eyes.

I shot her a glare.

"Don't."

Ashley burst into laughter, attracting even more unwanted attention.

"Keep your voice down," I muttered.

She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, still grinning.

"Okay, okay. So, tell me about this party."

I sighed, shifting my weight.

"It's an exclusive gathering. Only the prominent members of Fernando's inner circle get an invite. If I can get in, I'll be one step closer to him."

Ashley's expression grew serious.

"And Marlo's tag gets you in?"

I nodded.

"Yeah. I managed to take it before Fernando showed up."

Her eyebrows lifted.

"You managed to take it? So, you weren't sure you'd get it?"

I clenched my jaw.

"It was risky."

Ashley exhaled.

"Jesus, Michael. You have to be careful."

"I am careful."

She gave me a look.

"Are you? Or is your hatred for Fernando clouding your judgment?" she asked.

That made me pause.

Ashley was the only person in the FBI who knew about my past-about what Fernando's Mafia crime family did to my sister. She was the only one I trusted with that information, and we both knew that if the Bureau ever found out, I would be taken off this case before I could blink.

I couldn't let that happen.

"I'm not losing focus," I said.

Ashley studied me for a long moment, then nodded.

"Alright. But promise me something."

I lifted a brow.

"What?"

"Don't let him see what he does to you." Her voice was softer now, filled with quiet concern. "You want to take him down? Good. Do it. But don't let him see your hate. Don't let him know he gets to you."

I swallowed hard.

"I won't."

Ashley held out her pinky.

I rolled my eyes.

"Are we twelve?"

She wiggled it like a ten year old child.

"Humor me."

Sighing, I brought my pinky to hers.

"Fine. I promise."

A satisfied smirk curled her lips.

"Good. Now, let's get out of here before you kill someone over a loaf of bread."

I snorted.

"Shut up."

She laughed, and just for a moment, some of the weight in my chest lifted.

Ashley and I walked out of the supermarket, the bags of groceries weighing down our arms.

The night air was calm, cool, a welcome relief from the heat inside.

"I'll see you later," she said as we reached her car.

I nodded.

"Yeah. Be careful" I said as I watched her begin to open the door of her car and placed the groceries inside before heading to the driver seat.

She smirked.

"Always" she replied and I could tell she was okay.

I didn't feel fine if I wasn't sure was was completely safe.

Working in the FBI meant we were prone to a lot of dangers and Ashley was the only person in my life I cared about to ensure her safety.

I watched her drive off before making my way to my own car.

My mind was still racing, replaying every second of my encounter with Fernando.

Next time, I wouldn't let him get the upper hand.

I reached into my pocket for my keys, gripping them tightly as I approached my car.

Then-

Darkness.

A big black bag was brought over my head, and before I could react, strong hands grabbed me.

I struggled to be free.

"What the-"

A sharp blow to my stomach knocked the wind out of me.

Pain exploded in my ribs as I was forced forward, my knees falling against the pavement.

I struggled, adrenaline surging through my veins, but they were too strong.

The world tilted.

My body felt heavy.

The last thing I thought before unconsciousness swallowed me whole was the name that fueled my rage.

Fernando.

And my hatred for him burned hotter than ever.