Dante Castelli.

I chewed the last bite of my meal, but my mind was elsewhere.

Trapped in him.

My little rabbit.

Just the thought of having him beneath me—warm, helpless, trembling as he whispered ”sir” again… F**k.

Heat surged through my body instantly, burning in my veins like liquid fire. The need to claim him was suffocating, throbbing against the inside of my pants, demanding more. Demanding now. Since that first encounter, something inside me had shattered and rebuilt itself around him.

I’ve had countless bodies at my feet. Men, women… so many mouths begging to please me, so many bodies surrendering without resistance.

And I used them.

They meant nothing.

Just passing distractions.

I never needed to remember their names.

Because nothing was more important than my empire.

My cartel.

My obsession had always been power.

To expand.

To dominate.

To control.

To crush competition, to instill fear, to make the name Dante Castelli immortal.

I was never obsessed with people.

But then… he appeared.

And suddenly, the entire world faded into insignificance.

Now, he’s my obsession.

Not just a craving.

Not some fleeting whim.

He is mine.

And I want control over everything.

His footsteps.

His thoughts.

His breath.

I want to decide when he sleeps and when he wakes. I want to know every word that leaves that little mouth. I want to be the only thing he looks at—no distractions, no detours.

His words for me.

His entire life was devoted to me.

The idea that Elijah had a life before me enrages me. That he had friends. That he laughed with others. That he loved someone who wasn’t me.

I’ll erase it all.

He doesn’t need a past. He doesn’t need anyone else. He only needs me.

Those blue eyes… so innocent, so perfect. So ready to be broken, rebuilt, and molded to see me as his only reality.

And that ass… made to be mine. Tight, tempting, begging to feel my palm slap against it, to be marked by my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.

He will be mine in every possible way.

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