His Little Obsession

"You can't be serious!" I snapped in anger, smashing the glass on the floor.

"I'm damn serious. You are getting married to Mia, and that's final." My father barked in response before storming out of the room.

"Cristiano-"

"Fucking get lost, Matilda!" I snapped my neck towards her, shooting her a cold stare. She flinched back in fear before nodding and running out of the room, obviously to go complain to my father about me again, not like I fucking care.

Matilda was my stepmother. She got married to my father after the death of my mother. She was my mother's sister and my favorite aunty until she betrayed my mother's trust. She still tries to play the perfect stepmother, a snake that can't be trusted.

I huffed in anger, punching the wall behind me. My father thinks he could force me to marry the enemy? The Hernandez are the second biggest family after us, and we have been rivals for years now. It all started after the betrayed our trust in a business deal that was meant to land us billions.

"Boss." My personal bodyguard-Leo muttered in concern, stepping closer to me. "You didn't have to break your knuckles to prove a point."

"I can't marry that bitch." I spat out with a chuckle, staggering backward. Blood dripped from my hand, staining the floor red, but I didn't feel the pain. My blood boiled in rage. I need to vent at something, or someone.

After the death of my mother, I took over the responsibility as the heir of the Vito family, and became the most feared man in the underworld. I have been an 'obedient' son, and fulfilled my mother's dying wish, yet my father wants to shove me into a corner? Not fucking happening.

"You need to calm down, boss." Leo said slowly, taking another step closer to me, but my cold stare froze him.

"Don't fucking touch me, Leo." I warned with a stoic expression, slumping back in the couch. I laughed blankly, gulping down the bottle of whiskey down my throat.

"If he thinks marrying me to that bitch will make me straight, then he's way dumber than I imagined." I whispered in an icy voice, licking my lips.

My father was homophobic, and hated that side of me. He did everything in his power to protect his perfect family image that I ruined by fucking men.

"How do I ease your anger, boss?" Leo purred closely, rubbing my back slowly. He doesn't fucking listen to orders. I chuckled, raising my eyes to meet his. He was turned on. Fucking whore.

"What can you do?" I dribbled his question, pulling him down into my arms.

"Can you please me?" I asked sarcastically, flipping him around. He was beneath me, and hovered above him on the couch.

"Yes, boss." He stuttered in lust, pulling me closer to him.

My lips curled up into a smirk, wrapping my hand on his neck tightly. He shut his eyes, biting his lips, and arching his hips up in response. He lives for pain, and that made him the perfect fuck.

"I want more, boss." He whimpered into my ear. I clenched my teeth, tightening my grip on his neck.

"You know I hate impatience little boys, Leo." I growled with a cruel smile on my face. He nodded violently, the desire only growing stronger by staring at his visibly shaken body.

"That's it, Leo." I encouraged with my grip tightened, "You look perfect now." I laughed darkly, biting his lower lips, and grinding my shaft into his thigh.

He moaned with quivering lips, tugging on my shirt. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to drill his hole, but I love him begging for it. Leo has been my fuck buddy for the past two years, probably the longest. If only my father knew he made the worst mistake by employing Leo.

"Please fuck me." He groaned, tugging on my hair. I ran my tongue on my teeth, pulling back.

"You are supposed to please me, Leo." I mumbled with a piercing gaze. He chewed on his cheeks, getting up from the couch slowly.

"On your knees." I commanded with an icy voice. He fell on his knees, eager to please me, and possibly get rewarded for being a good boy. I followed his every action with my eyes. He smiled proudly as he released my hardened cock from the thin fabric.

"I want it inside me, boss." He whined, stroking my shaft lightly, and moaning with his eyes shut.

"Fuck." I groaned, throwing my head back. This is all I needed. A release.

"Suck." I growled with a rasp voice. I could see him nod his head from my peripheral vision, before I felt the warmth of his mouth around my shaft.

I inhaled sharply, grabbing his head and arching my hips forward. He gasped, struggling to keep up with my pace. I thrusted hard into his mouth, letting out the pent up anger.

"Boss..." His voice was faint with discomfort, but I ignored him, tightening my grip on his hair as I nutted in his mouth.

"Can I-" He tried to raise his head, but I forced it back down. I didn't need to look at his fucking face. He was a fuck buddy, not a lover.

The door creaked up, catching my attention. "Cristi-" My stepbrother, Luca muttered walking into the room. His voice died down when his eyes landed on the sight in front of me.

I smirked smugly as I made eye contact with the man beside him-my father. Luca was my half brother, the only thing that was connected to Matilda I cared about. He was aware of my sexuality, and my affair with Leo. Leo's married-to a woman, that was why my father deem him suitable for the role.

Only he didn't know I could turn any man to my toy.

"Leo?" My father called in shock, staggering forward. I chuckled darkly, pushing Leo off my body, and pulling my pants up.

"Do you kill him..." I trailed off, strolling to him, "or should I?" I whispered proudly standing confidently in front of him.

My father wouldn't hesitate to killed any man I fucked to hide my secret, but I didn't care. They meant nothing to me than a quick release.

His body vibrated in anger as he glared at me, slowly pulling out a gun, and pointing it to the man behind me.

"Plea-" Leo's word faded the second a sound rang across the room. I laughed hysterically as a thud followed afterwards. He killed him.

"He's the best father in the world, right Luca?" I mocked with a sardonic smile, glancing at Luca who looked shaken by the scene. I brushed his shoulder with a stern expression, storming out of the room.

I need a new toy.

Ivan

Parties. It had an addictive effect on me, and took away the worries. Maybe it was the women that flocked around me, or maybe the adrenaline that came with partying. I smiled against a woman's skin, I couldn't remember her name, and didn't care to. She was just a body to pass the night with.

"How about me?" Her friend-'blondie' whined, pulling me away from the other bitch's body aggressively. I chuckled, kissing the corner of her lips to ease her jealousy.

We were seated in a couch in a club-VIP section with my friend, Carlos and his girlfriend. The VIP room was not exactly as I expected with the countless bodies around the club.

Should I have gone with the VVIP instead?

"How about we take this to the bedroom?" The brunette bitch suggested, running her fingers on my chest seductively.

"Bedroom?" I laughed sarcastically, twirling a strand of her hair, "I don't fuck bitches in the bedroom, sugar." I mumbled in a low tone, tilting her chin up.

"Ivan." Carlos warned, shaking his head in disapproval, but I ignored him. He could shove his advice down his ass, I don't give a shit.

"Then where..." she trailed off in confusion, unfazed by the demeaning title. She had no right because she is a whore.

"Here." I gave her a pointed gaze, lowering my gaze to the floor before glancing at them with a cocky smile.

They exchanged glances, flickering their eyes up in interest. They want this too. I have been called all sorts of names-man whore, playboy, Casanova- striving for my inability to stick with one woman. Why should I when they were thousands of women in the world? They wanted money, and I had the damn money to spare.

"Stop this, Ivan." Carlos girlfriend-Lolita chirped with hopeful eyes.

I chuckled wickedly, grabbing the stack of money lying on the table.

"Should I double the amount?" I mocked, slapping the money bundle on blondie's face. She moaned in response, inhaling the scent, and nodding her head violently.

"Fucking-" Carlos rose to his feet, but Lolita pushed him back down, shaking her head in warming.

She was smart, unlike her boyfriend. I was unstoppable when it came to fucking those bitches. It was like a drug I couldn't live with. I lose my senses if I didn't fuck, and turned to drugs to feel good. He couldn't risk me doing drugs again. The last time my fun got ruined, I was hospitalized for overusing, and my father had to pay a lot of money to stop news from spreading. Carlos was my cousin, bodyguard, and best friend too. He protected me from the enemy's attacks.

"That's enough, Ivan!" My father's assistant-Marcos yelled, storming into the area with a stoic expression. I groaned in response, rubbing blondie's thigh, and my lips on brunette's neck.

"What do you want?" I asked, backing away from them. Each time Marcos made an appearance, it was something serious.

"You can't go around creating mess for your family, Ivan." He commented with a frustration. He was referring to my offer to the bitches. This wasn't the first time I was fucking in the open.

"I have you to clean up my mess, right Marcos?" I remarked with a chuckle. I'm the illegitimate son of the Hernandez family, and a spoilt heir as they always say.

"We need to leave now. We have dinner with the Vitos." He announced in a stern tone.

The Vitos were the biggest family in Italy, and my sister-Mia was getting married to their Don. I didn't know why she had to when we were rivals with them, but father said something about strengthening the family. I didn't want to take over the role of the Don, not after it took my mother's life. I prayed that my father lives for a long time to continue his role.

"What? Right now?" I asked in irritation. I didn't finish my words when I was pulled up by the shirt by Carlos.

"I need to a release." I screamed like a maniac, but he ignored me, dragging me out of the club. I couldn't fight, and never bother learning. Carlos, Marcos and other men kept me safe in case of rival family attack.

"Drive." He commanded the driver as he tossed me into the car, shutting the door after Lolita settled in.

"Will you be responsible for his insanity later?" She asked like I wasn't in the car with them. I wasn't actually. I was more focused in snapping out of my drowsiness before I reached the mansion. Why was the alcohol getting to me now? Just my fucking luck.

"He will be fine, Lolita." I heard Carlos reassured before the car pulled up in halted in the big gate that was undoubtedly ours.

"Carlos...just..." My words slurred, and my head throbbed in paid. Fuck. My father would fucking kill me if ruin this night. Maybe I shouldn't have gone out.

"Get down, Ivan." I heard a command. I panted heavily, my visions blurring as I stared at Carlos who held the door open. When did we get in?

"You look sick..." The voice faded in my ears as I staggered out of the car, staring at the blurry mansion sullenly.

"Do you..." I didn't know who was speaking anymore. I couldn't identify voices. I gulped, staggering forward but I lost balance, and fell to-

"I gotcha you, Ivan." A muscular voice rang in my ears, catching me before I hit the ground. I breathed in relief, but my mind remained fizzy to make out the face.

"Mr Vito..." The voice dies down as I passed out.

Cristiano

"Why are you in a club, Boss?" My brother, Luca asked as I strolled into the VIP section, slumping on the couch.

Boss was my code name in the underground world. I was called Boss because I didn't hesitate to kill anyone who stood as a threat to me, and the family.

"I need a new toy." I informed with a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Our father killed Leo, remember?"

"Riz-"

"Save it, Luca. I won't be needing your fucking advice today." I snapped, cutting him off sharply as my eyes roamed the room. He was my advisor, and second in command. He wanted to cut off the mafia ties, but he was already born into it, and couldn't possibly run away from the life.

"Dad will kill us both." He sighed before sinking his weight in the couch. He was my father's favorite, we all were in a twisted way.

"Don't worry about him. Just enjoy the party." I gave him a reassuring smile, rubbing my forehead. I hated loud music, and that's why I avoided parties. But where could one possibly find the perfect toy like Leo? Leo was the longest I had ever had. He saved me the stress of finding fuck buddies who could warm my bed.

Damn you, Dad! I cursed in my head, throwing my head back on the couch.

"We need to leave soon, Riz." Luca informed with a straight face, "remember we have dinner with the Hernandez?"

I hummed in response, but my mind was else where. I had no plans of marrying her, but Luca had convinced me to honor their invitation, and turn down their marriage proposal politely. That was the only way to avoid conflict. I was marrying Mia for stupid reasons. There was a plot against us-the two biggest family. The best way to strengthen our ties was to marry each other, and considering how much of a bastard my father was, he chose me.

"Here." A soft voice spoke across the room, breaking my trance. His voice was calm. I snapped my eyes opening, staring at the man sitting far across me.

"Stop this, Ivan!" The girl opposite him scolded with a stern face, but his stubbornness was evident on his face. He had two women on his side, his hand resting right above one's thigh, and his lips in the other's neck.

Such a scandalous man. He had a straight face, mid length hair, his eyes were hazel, his lips pulp, and his skin, a little pale. He was slim just the way I liked. He will be a perfect little toy.

"Who's he?" I asked with my eyes fixed on him. He was too busy, or maybe too high to notice my piercing gaze on his body. The room was dim, but his mischief shone brightly.

"Who?" Luca asked in confusion before following my gaze. "Is that Ivan?"

"Who's Ivan?" I shot back, flickering my eyes to him.

"Your brother in law." Luca teased, but I didn't find the joke funny. So he was Mia's brother?

"I'm surprised you don't know him, Riz." He commented, "Everyone in the city knows him for his reputation."

"Reputation?" I asked with a twitching smile, "What sort of reputation does he have?"

He purses his lips on the air, massaging his chin, "He's the Hernandez heir who loves partying. He was know for changing women like clothes. He was with different woman each night, spending his father's fortune on them." He explained, shaking his head.

I chuckled darkly, staring back at my new toy. He maybe a man whore, but I was confident I could get him on his knees.

I lowered my gaze on my watch, rising from the couch reluctantly. "We are going to be late." I informed, walking off without waiting for Luca.

"Since when did you care about the appointment?" He asked catching up to me, "And did you see anyone you like?"

I ignored his question, getting into the car. He grumbled in irritation, sitting beside me, and shutting the door close.

"Where to?" The driver enquired, and Luca responded before the ignition started.

"Are you okay, Riz?" He asked, and I hummed in response, shutting my eyes with a smile playing on my lips.

Ivan Hernandez.

"We are here, sirs." The driver announced, snapping me out of my trance. I pulled the door open, climbing out of the car. This is my first time in the Hernandez residence. My eyes landed on the falling body few meters away from me, and without a second thought, I hastily lunged forward, wrapping my arms around his waist before he hit the ground.

"I gotcha you, Ivan." I whispered lowly, with a smile on my face. He stared at me with flushed face, and sleepy eyes. Was he high on drugs or alcohol?

"Mr Vito." Carlos gave me an awkward smile as Ivan passed out on my arms. I knew Carlos because he was popular for his physical combat.

"Are you okay, boss?" Luca asked with a narrowed gaze. I nodded in response, scooping Ivan into my arms.

"Where's his room?" I asked, and Carlos exchanged glance with a girl beside him.

"No, I will-"

I growled lonely, cutting him off. He clenched his fist before leading the way.

"What happened to Ivan?" The voice was genuine, but the expression was fake. A woman in her mid fifties asked as I walked into their mansion.

I didn't bother responding, and kept walking behind Carlos who didn't spare her a glance. He stopped in front of the room upstairs, pulling the door widely open.

"Leave." I commanded, walking into the room with Luca trailing behind me. He disappeared as the words left my mouth.

"He's off limits, brother." Luca warned as I laid Ivan on the bed. I chuckled in response, sitting on the edge of the bed, and brushing his hair lightly.

"I want him." I drawled, lowering my head down to his neck, "I must have him." I kissed the crook of his neck with a tight smile.

"He's a Hernandez. You can't mess with their son, and get away with it. He's straight, remember?" He said reasonably, but I didn't care.

"I'm going to marry that bitch." I spat bitterly, "and in return, he will become mine."

"You are crazy." Luca gritted out angrily, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Haven't I always been?" I smiled sarcastically, pulling back reluctantly.