✔️ | When you've been controlled by your father nearly your entire life, would you take the risk and escape? I did. I took that risk and escaped my father. The big, bad mafia boss; Jerry Tirelli. That man has never been a father to me. He's worth no more than the scum on the bottom of my shoes. I thought I'd be free after escaping him. I wish I knew I'd be walking into the hands of the most feared man in Jersey. Xavier Toscano. My family's biggest rival. Maybe it's stockholm syndrome? Or am I just simply falling in love? I've been deprived of human contact for so long, how do you decipher the two? ⚠️TW : Assault, Violence, Rape/Attempted rape, Attempted suicide, Sexual content between mxm. Read at your own risk; this book will be dark and emotional. Tw will be mentioned at the beginning of each chapter besides consensual sexual content. ⚠️ Published - August 2022

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"