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He couldn't deny the truth any longer: some part of him had responded to Toro's power and dominance.
But he knew he could never allow himself to give in to those desires.
He had to stay strong, no matter how much his body yearned for something else.
Chapter three
Thedimlylitroomseemed to hold a heavy tension as Toro entered, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. There, in the corner exactly where Toro had left him, lay Ollie Petrov--the nerdy, introverted son of the infamous Al Petrov.
Toro's lip curled in a snarl. It was impossible to think that a kid like this had come from a mean bastard like the leader of the Petrovs. Who knew, maybe Mrs. Petrov had got a little frisky with the milkman. Otherwise, it was a mystery to Toro how the two of them were related.
Overnight, Toro had let Ollie free from the chair he'd been tied to--but he wasn't a sucker. Toro had left Ollie's hands and feet bound. The kid didn't exactly look like an action hero type who could take out Toro and his men, but who knew? Maybe there were hidden depths in that slender frame.
And speaking of that slender frame…
Ollie's body was curled in on itself, and his chest rose and fell gently with each breath. His lashes were dark against his cheeks as he slept, his lips just barely parted.
Toro's dick twitched.
Having Ollie at his mercy, treating him mean, coming on his face… it had felt great.
Toro knew he wasn't a good person. As far as he was concerned, that suited him just fine. The Mafia was no place for good men.
But, still… When he'd put his cock in Ollie's face, Ollie's expression hadn't been one of terror.
There had been fear, sure--but behind that was something else.
Something like longing.
Toro couldn't help but feel a strange mix of curiosity and cruelty as he watched Ollie sleeping.
What was up with this kid?
"Hey, boy," he said gruffly, nudging Ollie with his boot. "Time to wake up."
Ollie stirred, blinking his eyes open in confusion--and then reality came crashing back down on him. He gazed up at Toro with a mixture of fear and defiance, trying to mask his vulnerability.
Yeah, nice try.
It was the work of a moment to free Ollie from his bonds. "Here," Toro tossed him a packaged sandwich. "You must be hungry."
Ollie caught it with surprising agility, wincing at the obvious stiffness in his hands. "Th-thanks," he stammered, hesitating before unwrapping the sandwich. He took a small bite, never taking his eyes off Toro.
Toro smirked, watching Ollie eat. The sense of power and control over his captive made him feel alive. Something dark and primal was lurking beneath the surface of his thoughts, thrumming in his veins.
But there was something else, too, something that truly put him on alert.
Curiosity.
"Feeling okay?"
"Y-yeah," Ollie replied, swallowing hard. His face flushed, his gaze flickering: now watching Toro intently, and then looking away from him entirely.
Something was happening behind those big brown Bambi eyes. The same thing that had been there when Toro had put a cock in his face.
And Toro wanted to know more. "Your old man hasn't exactly been beating our doors down."
Ollie looked down. The corner of his mouth tugged up in an unhappy smile. "I told you. He won't pay."
