Owned By The Psychotic Billionaire (Mafia BL)

WHAT ORION SAW...

”If you go too fast, I will punch you in the face,” he says, his voice flat and deadpan.

I smile up at him. ”I will be as slow as you want.”

I reach sideways to the bedside table, picking up the bottle of lubricant from last night. I pop the cap open with my thumb, pouring a generous amount onto my long fingers before reaching down between his thighs.

Adrien closes his eyes, letting out a long, quiet breath as my cool, slick fingers touch his warm skin.

Unlike last night, when I had to spend so much time easing open a body rigid with fear, his muscles recognize my touch now.

He relaxes far quicker, his hips sinking slightly into my palm as two of my fingers slide inside him, massaging the tender walls with slow, rhythmic pressure.

”Ah...” he lets out a breathy gasp, his small hands digging into my shoulders for balance.

”Good,” I mutter softly, watching his face to catch every faint twitch of pleasure. ”You feel so soft today, Adrien. So fucking warm.”

I add a third finger, spreading him gently, working out the lingering soreness from the night before. I press against the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside, and his back arches slightly, a faint shudder running down his spine.

”Orion...” he murmurs, his voice thin and breathy.

I pull my fingers out with a soft wet sound and set the bottle back on the nightstand. I take hold of my length, guiding the broad tip directly to his slick entrance.

I do not push upward. I hold myself steady, letting him feel the size and heat of me resting against his skin.

”Take it at your own pace,” I tell him, my hands sliding up to grip his waist gently, giving him complete control over the movement. ”Push down when you are ready.”

Adrien opens his eyes, staring directly into mine.

I watch his mind process the situation. Seven years ago, he fled because he believed I would destroy him. Now, I am lying flat on my back beneath him, handing him all physical leverage, letting him decide the exact speed and depth of what happens next.

He grips my broad shoulders, lifting his hips slightly before lowering himself down onto my length.

The tight stretch fills his lower body instantly. He freezes, his breath catching in his throat, a small frown appearing on his forehead as his body adjusts to the size.

I keep my hands firm on his waist, holding him steady, making sure I do not force him down a single millimeter further than he wants to go.

”Breathe,” I whisper, raising one hand to brush a strand of hair away from his eyes. ”You’re fine, duckling.”

Adrien lets out a long exhale through his nose. He waits until the initial tightness settles into a deep warmth, and then he slowly sinks lower.

Inch by inch, his body takes my length. He lowers himself all the way down until his thighs rest flat against my hips, taking every bit of me inside his warmth.

”Fuck...” he breathes out, his head falling back as the intense sensation hits his chest.

A low, rough groan leaves my throat. My hands tighten on his waist, my fingers digging into the soft flesh above his hips.

”You fit me so well,” I say, my voice raspy as I look up at his flushed face. ”Look at you. Sinking all the way down on me like you belong here.”

”Shut up,” he murmurs weakly, though he doesn’t pull away. He rests his palms flat against my chest, feeling the fast thumping of my heart beneath his skin.

Slowly, testing his sore muscles, Adrien lifts his hips, sliding up until only the tip remains inside him, before sinking back down with a smooth, heavy rhythm.

The movement sends a wave of visible pleasure through his body. He gasps, his eyes slipping shut as he begins to ride me on top of the bed.

He takes his time, finding a slow, rolling pace that doesn’t strain his bruised body. Every time he slides all the way down, the angle hits that deep spot inside him, making his breath hitch and his toes curl against the sheets.

I watch him with an intensity I cannot hide. I do not take over. I let him set the speed, keeping my hands anchored on his waist, occasionally nudging my hips up just a fraction to meet his downward weight.

I want this to last forever.

”You look beautiful,” I say softly, my voice stripped of all its usual harshness. ”So beautiful like this.”

Adrien opens his eyes, looking down at me through a haze of pleasure. ”You are... such a liar.”

”I will never lie to you,” I reply firmly. ”I told you last night, I will never lie to you again.”

I reach up, sliding my hands up his chest, my thumb gently tracing the pale yellow mark near his ribs. I do not press hard enough to cause pain.

I just hold his warm skin, appreciating every mark on his body with a care that feels entirely natural when it comes to him.

As he continues to roll his hips, his pace naturally begins to pick up. The soft friction between our bodies fills the quiet bedroom. The morning light grows brighter around us, casting a warm golden glow over our skin.

His breath grows ragged. His movements become slightly erratic as the pleasure builds higher in his stomach.

He moves faster, sinking down harder on my length, searching for the deep friction that drives away every remaining thought in his head.

I sense the shift instantly.

I sit up slightly, wrapping my arms firmly around his back and pulling him close against my chest. I change our position smoothly, taking the lead without breaking the rhythm for a single second.

With Adrien held securely in my arms, I guide him back down onto the mattress, hovering over him once more.

”I’ve got you,” I whisper against his ear, keeping my voice low.

I begin to thrust from above. My movements stay controlled, but they carry far more power now. I glide in and out, setting a deep, relentless pace that fills himwith every push.

Adrien grips my forearms, his legs hooking around my waist to hold me close. He lets out soft, breathy sounds with every thrust, completely overwhelmed by the warmth and intensity of the feeling.

”Orion— ” he gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

”I know,” I answer, driving forward with slow, heavy precision. ”I know, duckling.”

I lean down, capturing his mouth in a deep, hot kiss.

I do not rush the kiss. I take my time, sliding my tongue into his mouth, tasting him, swallowing every small whimpering sound that leaves his throat. My hands slide under his back, supporting him, cradling him off the mattress.

He yields to me completely.

The lingering walls in his mind— the paranoia, the anger, the constant instinct to pull away— break down under the weight of my steady touch.

He opens his mouth wider, wrapping his arms around my neck, pulling me as close as he physically can.

I thrust deeper, hitting that sensitive spot again and again with rhythmic precision.

The heat inside him breaks. His body tightens violently around my length, his inner muscles clenching down with intense force.

”Ah! Orion!” he cries out, his head snapping back against the pillow as a sharp, intense orgasm rips straight through his entire body.

He comes hard, his warm seed spilling over his stomach and my hand. His entire frame trembles, his vision going dazed as he rides out the wave of pleasure.

I do not stop instantly. I continue to thrust through his orgasm, my movements deepening, my breath growing heavy against his ear.

”Adrien...” I groan, my grip on his waist tightening.

With three powerful, final thrusts, I bury myself as far as I can go, my hips locking against his thighs as I spill my warm release deep inside of him.

I fall forward, resting my forehead against the side of his neck, my chest heaving as I catch my breath.

The silence of the room settles back over us, broken only by the sound of our synchronized breathing.

For a long time, neither of us moves.

Adrien lies there, completely spent, his body soft against the mattress. The soreness from earlier has faded into a deep, heavy relaxation that leaves him still and calm beneath me.

I slowly pull out of him with a soft sound, but I do not move away. I pull the heavy duvet back up over our shoulders, tucking him securely against my chest.

Adrien rests his cheek against my warm collarbone. He is too tired to move, too tired to speak, and far too comfortable to care about where he is.

”You’ve tired me out now. Am I going to have to sleep again?” he murmurs faintly, his eyelids fluttering shut.

I rest my hand on the back of his head, my long fingers gently playing with the soft dark hair at the nape of his neck.

”Yes,” I whisper, pressing a warm kiss to the crown of his head. ”Sleep, duckling. I’m right here.”

Adrien lets out a quiet breath, burying his face deeper into my chest, and lets himself fall fast asleep.

But not before I sink my teeth into the skin of his shoulder.