Break Me Apart (BL)
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A large, strong hand grabbed Jayce by the neck, slamming him face-first into the wall. A weight pressed against his back, pinning him in place, while a thick cock pressed against his ass. A thick, husky voice groaned into his ear. "You have three seconds to decide: be mine, or die with them?"
"Please, please don't make me choose," Jayce pleaded, feeling his life flash before his eyes.
"One. Two..."
Jayce gritted his teeth when he felt a hand pulling his pants down, leaving his ass bare.
"I can't be with you, Renato," he yelled, fighting for dominance. "My duty is to bring you down, not to fall for you."
Renato grinned, biting down on his ear. "Nothing ever stops me from getting what I want, Sweetcheeks. So, what's it going to be?"
* •-• *
What do you get when you mix work, pleasure, and affection?
Jayce, desperately in need of the bonus pay to fund his nephew's surgery, took over an undercover task to bring down the most dangerous mafia organization in Italy. The task seemed easy, or so he thought.
What would he do when his cover got blown and the only way to survive was to date the mafia boss who had eyes for him?
He either had to fall in love or get buried by Renato Marino, the infamous mafia boss who wasn't known for giving anyone a second chance.
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