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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Gabriel didn’t know how much time had passed since he’d sat on the bed with his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs, but Viktor hadn’t come to see him yet.

Was Viktor giving him time alone to process what had just happened? Gabriel felt a whole-body shiver as he remembered what he’d seen. Even though he was a mafia boss’s son, he hadn’t witnessed a murder take place in front of him before, even when he’d heard of times his father had ordered people to be “gotten rid of” or “handled.”

Gabriel stared at his bare feet, wanting more than anything to just stop thinking about it. But he couldn’t, not even when he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to occupy his mind with something else.

Viktor’s a Russian mafia boss , he’s not just some regular guy! If you’re going to be here with him from now on, you need to accept this .

Sighing, Gabriel rested his chin on his knees and frowned. It seemed his life, from the day he was born, was completely wrapped up in mobster territory. Gabriel should have known better than to think being disowned by his father would excuse him from all this. He went from being a mob boss’s son to a mob boss’s sex toy. Being in Viktor’s possession meant that he needed to get used to it... at least, that was the most logical decision for him to make.

Although Gabriel had had sex with a few guys in the past, he’d never been in a relationship with any of them. He did not belong to anybody, but if he did, he wanted to love the person and be loved in return by them. But Gabriel didn’t think he’d get that from Viktor at all, because Viktor treated him like a toy and nothing more. Gabriel couldn’t help but feel like he’d lost his chance at being in a loving relationship, and there was no way he was going to get what he wanted from his captor.

Loneliness swept over him and cloaked him like a heavy blanket.

The door to the master bedroom creaked open and then shut with a click, and Gabriel slowly lifted his head to look. Viktor entered the room and walked to the dresser, his eyes on Gabriel as he removed the gun from the back of his pants and placed it on top of the dresser.

Gabriel tensed, staring at the weapon for a moment before forcing himself to look at Viktor again as he walked to him. His nerves twisted up inside his stomach.

Viktor came to stand by the side of the bed before him. “Are you okay?”

Gabriel hesitated to respond before he nodded and glanced down again. His body stiffened further when Viktor grasped his chin and lifted his face up so they were making eye contact.

“Are you sure?” Viktor asked. His voice was low and deep, and it made Gabriel’s stomach flutter.

“Yes,” Gabriel whispered.

He was scared. He was turned on. And he couldn’t pull his eyes away from Viktor. They watched each other and Gabriel saw the intensity in Viktor’s light blue eyes. It was the type of look he remembered seeing in other men’s gazes, one of desire. But Viktor’s was different. Up until this point, no other man had rivaled it, but in that moment it was like no one else could ever look at him the same way Viktor did. A shiver rolled down Gabriel’s spine and sparked electricity in his groin.

Viktor let go of his chin and Gabriel swallowed a small gulp.

“What’s wrong?” Viktor asked. He was calm and it was terrifying when put in the context that he’d killed a man earlier. Gabriel was certain it wasn’t the first time either.

“I’m just . . . scared,” Gabriel said quietly.

“Of?” Viktor asked.

Gabriel released a shaky breath. “That you’ll change your mind and do the same to me,” he whispered.

“I’m not going to kill you,” Viktor said. “I made an example out of him so no one will touch you again. Now my men know you belong to me.”

Gabriel stared up at Viktor who stood by the mattress, towering over him. His lower lip wobbled at Viktor’s confirmation that he was his. That he was a possession, a toy that only Viktor could touch, play with, and own.

“Okay,” Gabriel said. “I understand why you did it.”

“Good,” Viktor said. “Now I want to claim you, toy.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened, but he knew exactly what Viktor meant. In an instant, his body began to tremble and his heart picked up speed. This was it. Viktor was finally going to fuck him, and Gabriel couldn’t do anything to stop him. Fighting back or refusing to comply wasn’t worth it, especially when he knew what Viktor was capable of. It was best to satisfy him rather than anger him for no reason.

“Take off your clothes,” Viktor said.

They held each other’s gaze for a second longer, before Gabriel nodded and pulled his T-shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. Getting up onto his knees, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper before yanking the denim down his legs. He sat on his bottom as he worked them off all the way, and Viktor helped to pull them free from his legs before throwing them to the floor as well.

After peeling off his underwear and chucking it aside, Gabriel sat and waited for Viktor’s next instruction, feeling his body shiver from the cool air and Viktor’s unrelenting stare. Gabriel swallowed the lump in his throat. Viktor appeared calm in demeanor, but his blue eyes were intense as he observed Gabriel’s body.

“Get on your back and show me your hole.”

Gabriel’s stomach clenched and then unclenched from what he chalked up to nerves. Heat flushed his cheeks and flowed down the rest of his body as he lay on his back and lifted his legs, keeping them up and apart as he held them open with his hands under his knees.

He felt so exposed and vulnerable as Viktor continued to loom over him, eyes raking over his body and then staring at the puckering little hole of his anus.

“You’re made to be fucked by me, aren’t you, toy?” Viktor said.

Gabriel quickly nodded, never taking his eyes off him, and Viktor turned to pull open the top drawer of the bedside table before taking out a small plastic bottle.

“Get yourself ready,” Viktor said, tossing it on the bed beside Gabriel’s body. “Your hole is tiny.”

Gabriel grabbed the bottle and popped open the lid, squeezing a generous amount of clear jelly-like liquid into his palm. Keeping himself open and exposed, Gabriel dropped the bottle before working two fingers into his hole, slowly stretching himself and making sure to get enough lube in and around it as possible. Knowing how big Viktor’s dick was, he wanted to avoid the risk of tearing. Worrying his lower lip, Gabriel hoped Viktor wouldn’t hurt him like that. It scared him to know that he was now completely in Viktor’s hands, and how this would turn out depended on his captor.

Viktor peeled off his shirt and dropped it to the floor, and Gabriel stared at his large muscular chest and arms.

The feeling of vulnerability surged through Gabriel as Viktor continued watching him. Closing his eyes, Gabriel dropped his head back into the pillow and bit back a moan as he continued stretching his hole open with his fingers.

It’s okay , Gabriel assured himself. It’s not like it’s your first time .

Though that didn’t stop him from feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement rush through him.

“Fuck,” Viktor said under his breath.

Gabriel opened his eyes and lifted his head to look at Viktor, his eyes widening at what he saw.

Viktor was standing before the bed, now completely naked and stroking his long, thick hard cock in his palm from base to tip with slick fingers.

At least Viktor was being considerate enough to use lube, because Gabriel knew he was going to need the extra support if he was to have that big cock inside him.

“On your stomach, toy,” Viktor said, his voice low and husky, and his eyes lidded and hazy.

Gabriel turned so that he was lying flat on his stomach, and he instinctively tensed when he felt Viktor’s hand on his ass, spreading his cheek apart before letting go. The mattress dipped with Viktor’s weight as he got on the bed behind him.

He bit his lower lip and willed his body to relax when he felt Viktor’s warm, heavy cock rest between his ass cheeks and start thrusting against it, up and down against his crack. Then he felt one hand on his waist, and the other... Gabriel glanced over his shoulder to look. Viktor had his cock in his other hand, and he was now pressing it against Gabriel’s hole.

Turning his head to face forward again, Gabriel stayed still, feeling pressure as Viktor slowly sunk into him from behind until he was in all the way and filling Gabriel to the brim. Viktor then slowly pulled back and pushed in again before repeating the motion.

As much as Gabriel wanted to stay silent, he couldn’t hold back a cry as Viktor started thrusting into him at a rapid pace, their skin slapping together loudly. Gabriel whimpered when the head of Viktor’s cock repeatedly hit the bundle of nerves hidden deep inside him, and his cock began to swell as it rubbed between his belly and the bed.

“You like this,” Viktor said, holding Gabriel’s waist in both hands as he pounded him into the mattress.

Gabriel gasped, feeling his entire body grow more sensitive and spark with pleasure with each stroke, as Viktor held onto him, fucking his hole like it was the only thing it existed for. Shame and desire combined into one, and he was mortified to realize that his body was turned on and responding to Viktor as if it had been craving this.

“N-no!” Gabriel whined, but he didn’t attempt to fight back or even move a muscle. He stayed nice and still for Viktor, taking the mafia boss’s cock like a good toy, and feeling his ass stretch open with every thrust from behind.

Viktor slid back, then plunged deep inside Gabriel again, quickening his pace and almost making him drool. “You like it when I fuck your tight little ass.”

Gabriel’s entire body felt like it was on fire. The way Viktor spoke to him in that low, husky voice, and the dirty things he said to him were a real turn-on. His dick was hard and leaking, his nipples were stiff and sore, and even his asshole felt like it was clenching hungrily for more of Viktor’s cock. What the fuck was wrong with him? He liked sex. He just wasn’t supposed to like it when it was with his captor.

Gripping the sheets and spreading his legs wider, Gabriel shut his eyes, gasping and moaning at every deep thrust inside him. All he could do was lie there and let Viktor do what he wanted with him, and despite knowing it was wrong, Gabriel couldn’t deny that he was enjoying it. He’d always liked it when guys got a little rough with him in the bedroom, but the others he’d been with never went too far. With them it was role-play; with Viktor it was real . Gabriel could feel every touch, every grip on his body as Viktor’s hard cock plunged into him, claiming full ownership of him.

Viktor stopped and turned Gabriel over, pinning him on his back and holding him open by pressing his hands into his inner thighs. Viktor entered him again in one swift motion and fucked him long and hard, each thrust becoming more intense than the last. It almost seemed like Viktor hadn’t fucked anyone like this in a long time. Viktor was watching him intently, and all Gabriel could do was stare back, trapped beneath him as he became the perfect, pliable toy for this dangerous man.

At this moment that was all he was made for, to be ravaged by Viktor until he was satisfied. It was wrong. It was rough and primal. And it was hot. Gabriel couldn’t stop his body from sparking with electrifying pleasure as Viktor fucked his aching hole.

There was a rough groan above him, and Gabriel couldn’t contain his whimper at the feeling of warm seed filling him. Even after Viktor withdrew from him, all Gabriel could do was stay lying on his back, spent and sweaty as he caught his breath.

Gabriel watched through lidded eyes, as Viktor stood by the bed and looked down at him with a calm and satisfied expression before turning and walking into the connecting bathroom. After a brief moment, he heard running water from within.

Gabriel rolled onto his side and stared at the open bathroom door. He wanted to feel fresh water on his skin and rid his body of the sweat and cum, but he didn’t move. He didn’t know how Viktor would react if he were to go to him and join him in the shower, so he stayed where he was, almost like he was paralyzed, and waited.

Gabriel sighed as he thought about what had just happened. He’d let his captor ravage his body, and he’d consented to it more out of fear than anything else. At least he wasn’t in pain, but still, he felt guilty knowing that his body had enjoyed it.

It’s not a big deal . Viktor used my mouth more than once before. What difference does it make for him to use my ass?

Despite trying to reason with himself, Gabriel felt a heaviness in his chest and discomfort in his stomach, but he didn’t know if it was anxiety or something else entirely. This was the first time Viktor had fucked him, and Gabriel knew without a doubt that it wouldn’t be the last.

His life as a mafia boss’s toy was only just beginning, and Gabriel knew he’d have to get used to Viktor using his body whenever he felt like it. It also dawned on him that Viktor would neglect him when he had better things to do with his time. From now on, Viktor was going to be all his life revolved around. He’d occupy his mind— his life —and Gabriel would have no choice but to rely on Viktor for everything .

Gabriel should’ve been angry. He should’ve fought back. Instead, he felt that deep pit of emptiness return with a vengeance and consume his entire being. Even if Viktor ruled his life, he’d still feel lonely and unloved.

His father, his guards, and the other men who worked with his dad had made it very clear that men in this world were cold and unloving, focused only on business, reputation, and loyalty. There was no room for love. Despite being a teenager at the time, Gabriel knew his father had had his fair share of toys. They were always much younger women, used and abused, then tossed aside when he grew bored of them, only to be replaced with someone new to play with.

Feeling his stomach roll, Gabriel shut his eyes tight and just breathed, trying not to get overwhelmed by memories of his father and the emotional trauma he’d inflicted on him. He didn’t want to think about Frank ever again.

The water shut off, and after a few moments the sound of footsteps made him open his eyes. Viktor stepped into the bedroom with a white towel wrapped around his hips, and his broad bare chest still had drops of water on it. Gabriel stopped breathing for a few seconds as he watched Viktor walk to the drawer and open it, his back to him.

Gabriel sat up, wincing at the subtle ache in his waist. Although Viktor hadn’t hurt him, he instinctively felt a need to be cautious. He was still trying to understand who Viktor was as a person and he didn’t want to put himself in a position he might regret.

He might not have had a choice in becoming Viktor’s toy, but at least he had control over how he behaved, which influenced the outcome of his own actions.

“Can I shower too?” Gabriel asked in a small voice.

Viktor glanced to the side, but he didn’t turn around to look at Gabriel. “Go ahead,” he said before facing forward again and pulling out an article of clothing. “You don’t need to ask.”

Gabriel stared at Viktor’s muscular back for a few seconds before he nodded—even though he knew Viktor couldn’t see him—and slowly got off the bed before making his way to the bathroom. Inside, it was warm and steamy, and Gabriel opened the glass shower door to see that it was still very much wet inside. After getting in and shutting the door behind him, he turned the taps and adjusted the water. With his head down and his eyes closed, he stood under the cool spray, feeling his muscles begin to relax.

After a brief moment, Gabriel opened his eyes and grabbed the bar of soap from the caddy, lathering it between his hands before turning to rub his right side with the suds. When he pressed into his waist, he felt a sharp ache and glanced down, frowning when he saw red splotches forming beneath his skin.

At the time, he hadn’t realized how hard Viktor had been gripping his body, but another bruise on the left side of his waist confirmed just how rough Viktor had been with him.

Gabriel’s eyes lingered on the patches of discoloration on his skin before he resumed washing himself. As he gently cleaned his lower half, doing his best to get rid of as much of Viktor’s cum as possible, he couldn’t ignore the fact that Viktor was the only man to fuck him without a condom. It was dangerous and he knew there were a lot of risks involved, but there was a primal part of him that liked how Viktor had filled him with his seed and claimed him in that way.

Gabriel shook his head. He couldn’t think about it like that. He was kidnapped and fucked by his captor, and he wasn’t really given much of a choice either. He’d only consented to it because he didn’t want to risk Viktor hurting him. There was no way he could let himself enjoy what Viktor had done to him.

With a heavy sigh, Gabriel gently cleaned his sensitive hole and rinsed himself. He was sore down there, but at least he wasn’t torn or bleeding.

After turning the taps and cutting off the water, Gabriel opened the glass door and stepped out onto the mat before grabbing a fresh towel and using it to dry his body. He then returned it to the rack to hang dry before walking naked out of the bathroom and into the connecting bedroom.

Viktor wasn’t there. Gabriel went to the drawer and took out a pair of underwear, slipping them on before pulling on a gray colored T-shirt and matching sweatpants. Even though he had very little, he was grateful to have some clothes.

He felt drained, and the shower had helped him relax enough to the point that he didn’t want to leave the bedroom. He wanted to lie down, but the covers were still a mess, and Gabriel couldn’t help but stare at them, remembering what they’d done.

Gabriel walked closer to the bed and saw that they hadn’t soiled it, but the subtle smell of sex and sweat remained, so he went to the window and cracked it open before returning to the bed. He fixed the covers and then lay down before closing his eyes for a while.

By the time he woke up from his nap, his stomach was clutching with hunger. Gabriel headed out of the room and down the hall, where the aroma of dinner welcomed him.

When he saw that Sasha was the only one in the kitchen, Gabriel felt a sense of relief. He might not have known Viktor’s right-hand man very well, but he liked Sasha and knew from their previous interactions that he was safe around him.

Thinking about Viktor on the other hand, made him nervous. The idea of seeing Viktor again, especially after being fucked hard by him, made Gabriel almost want to hide. Was he being shy? Or was he just anxious to face his captor again? At this point, he couldn’t be sure, but regardless of his feelings, he knew he couldn’t avoid Viktor in his own house. Not now. Not ever.

Gabriel stood before the kitchen counter and watched as Sasha walked to the table, two plates in his hands as he set them down, one across from the other. Walking to the table, Gabriel sat down, and Sasha went back into the kitchen and grabbed the last plate before returning to the table and placing that down too.

A door opened and then shut a bit further away, and Gabriel knew straight away that it was the one to Viktor’s office. He stayed seated and watched as Viktor walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

They made eye contact, and for a moment Gabriel couldn’t look away. He seemed to get sucked into Viktor’s gaze and was held there until he forced himself to focus on the food in front of him. He was still a bit afraid of Viktor, but most of all, he was unsure of what he was thinking and how he was feeling. Viktor did a great job at concealing his emotions, and it didn’t help Gabriel’s nerves to be constantly wondering how Viktor viewed him. He didn’t even know why he cared about what Viktor thought of him in the first place, but he couldn’t suppress his feelings of insecurity either way. Was Viktor disgusted with him after what had happened in the bedroom? Gabriel hadn’t even put up a fight. Had he been too easy?

Gabriel still felt Viktor’s gaze burning into him but he couldn’t bring himself to lift his head and look at him again. Instead, he picked up his spoon and started to eat.

It was quiet, aside from the low murmur of the TV playing in the background and the occasional clinking of cutlery against porcelain. All the while, Gabriel kept his eyes down and focused on filling his stomach.

Before long, Viktor and Sasha had finished their meals and left their seats, and Gabriel lifted his head as Sasha took the empty plates and walked into the kitchen. He then glanced at Viktor, who was standing by the table and watching him.

“I’ll be late. You’re free to watch TV while I work. Don’t wait for me.” Viktor then turned and walked away, leaving Gabriel to stare at his back as he headed to the foyer and then disappeared into his office.

After finishing his last spoonful, Gabriel stood and took the plate and cutlery to the kitchen. Sasha took them from him and turned to fill the dishwasher.

“Thank you, that was delicious,” Gabriel said.

Sasha looked at him with a small smile and nodded before he resumed putting the dishes away.

Gabriel moved into the living room, sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV. Everything felt oddly domestic, but he was in no way complaining about it. He was thankful to have some semblance of normal in his life, even though he was still house-bound and a sex toy for a mafia boss.

Yeah, so much for normal . But at least he was able to have a bit of entertainment in the meantime, and it was a good distraction to stop him from thinking about his predicament. He was also glad to still have some autonomy in the house, even if there weren’t many things he could occupy himself with.

After switching through a few channels, Gabriel landed on a movie, and stayed on the sofa for close to two hours while he watched it, eventually lying on his side as tiredness slowly crept up on him. No one disturbed him, and even Sasha had left him alone once he’d finished in the kitchen.

When the credits started rolling, Gabriel switched off the TV and went to the master bedroom, seeing that Viktor wasn’t there. Turning off the main lights and only keeping one lamp on, Gabriel took off his shirt and pants and lay in bed in only his underwear, and since Viktor had told him not to wait for him, Gabriel pulled the covers up to his chin and closed his eyes, slowly beginning to drift.