Jessi Harper isn't your typical Mafia asset. He's the Italian Mafia's most prized escort-sharp-tongued, untouchable, and always dressed to kill. Fiercely loyal but wild at heart, Jessi plays the game on his own terms. He's used to being wanted, used to being watched... but not like this. Not by him. Derick Marino leads the Mafia like a god-cold, feared, and always in control. He doesn't bend. He doesn't break. And he definitely doesn't get distracted by the Mafia's flirtatious plaything. At least, that's the story he tells himself every time Jessi walks into the room with that maddening smile and a strut that demands attention. He's the king. Jessi's the spark. And their chemistry? A ticking time bomb. Derick says he's straight. Jessi's made a career out of teasing men like him. But what happens when teasing turns into tension that won't go away? When stolen glances become something more? And when the most forbidden thing becomes the one thing neither of them can resist? This isn't just a fling. It's a war between desire and denial-and someone's going to lose control. --- Sneak Peek: My back arched, teeth sinking into the pillow as the sound of skin meeting skin echoed around the candlelit room. I was a mess-sweaty, breathless, wrecked. Exactly how he liked me. Then I felt his hand in my hair, rough and demanding, yanking me back just enough to hear his voice-low, dangerous, and right against my ear. "I'm going to fuck you until every candle in this room burns out." --- Note: This is a BL (Boys' Love) dark romance with a whole lot of tension, complicated feelings, and two men who should know better-but don't stop anyway. Perfect for readers who like their stories messy, magnetic, and just a little bit dangerous.

"I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your climax and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my fucking boots. "I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say when someone approaches you for a job and says that. "I don't like when people say no to me. I will be respected. You, Miles Stevenson, will respect me." His voice was cold as ice. His stare froze my insides. He got up from his desk and walked over to me in strong strides in a matter of seconds. He was dangerously attractive, his voice and tone were filled with a Russian accent, but it was barely there. Online, it read that his family was from Russia, he was born here but moved to America at the young age of 3. "You're a cute, small pet. I think I'll be taking you." He talked with no fear in his voice, he was straight-forward when he talked. His large hand came up to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek and then moved back to my hair and tugged on it a bit. I nudged my head back as a moan came out my throat and past my lips. "There we go, you little masochist." He licked his lips and came down to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin. My hands flew up to his chest but he smacked them away and grabbed them. Placing them above my head, his smirk only grew when I closed my eyes and groaned as his leg went up against my growing manhood. --- That got Hot. Maybe you should read the rest and find out what happens between a 22-year-old and hot Russian Millionaire Don. Or the one with a cute genius boy who just got out of a long term relationship comes for a job as an assistant with an older Russian Millionaire who doesn't take shit from anyone. {Gayyy, Slight S/m & Russian hotties) -- Ranks: #1 in #Death #1 in #TroyeSivan #1 in #Sadist #1 in #Masochist #1 in #Mobster #1 in #boyxman #1 in #gayfiction #1 in #Gay #1 in #Russia #1 in #Gayromance #1 in #LGBT -- Started: February 5th, 2020 Ended: June 4th, 2020