Chapter 5: Chapter 5 A sweet release (R18)
THIS Chapter IS RATED 18+ ...
He had observed the situation and realized that his ticket to freedom was the mad Mafia man. Obviously, he was Mafia—if not, why the tattoos and guns, not just one but more than one?
That forbidden statement made by Adrian made his skin crawl. So it was either he did this—or get raped by a bunch of psychopathic, hormonal alphas.
Oh, he was definitely getting his just reward. One day he would get back at them for this. He would have his revenge and comeback, and that went for his family too.
They would fall when he destroyed them.
"I asked for your cooperation and signature, not for exam participation," Adrian snapped, dragging Daniel back from his drifting thoughts.
He didn’t want to sign this. The Mafia world wasn’t what he needed in his life. This man’s life was anything but safe, and Daniel—just a refugee—needed a safe abode.
"I’ve decided. I’m not signing anything. You’re joking about calling the manager just to use me—so do your worst." Daniel spat, his voice firm, and Adrian’s lips curled into a cruel smile. A very cruel one.
"With pleasure, boy!!!" Adrian rang a bell, and then through a speaker that connected God-knows-where, Daniel heard him speak.
"Bring in your men. I made a mistake. I’m returning the blond guy you wanted to take previously."
That was it. He hung up—grinning maliciously at Daniel.
Daniel felt sweat gather faster and faster. His fate was sealed with that one word.
The man before him didn’t move an inch. He just stared, waiting for Daniel to falter—something he thrived on.
Just earlier, Daniel had thought about screwing his pride and going along with the Mafia man. But he never expected a contract to be signed—a lifelong ownership. That was disturbing.
He wasn’t a property. He was human—with feelings.
Now, his situation was spiraling into worse depths. Male omegas were in high demand, and Daniel Lancaster wasn’t just in serious danger, but in perpetual damnation. It meant that for years to come, he had to keep his secret as an omega hidden tight forever—or risk being killed by this man standing before him.
His future was at stake, and for the first time in his life, Daniel didn’t know what to do. Cowering before a man was the only road to safety.
"I’ll sign it. Just call them off," Daniel pleaded reluctantly, his voice hoarse and rigid.
Adrian didn’t want to take any chances with this mischievous being. So he demanded the signing of the contract as the very first thing.
"Just sign it and you’re safe. No one dares touch the property of Adrian Valez," Adrian boasted.
Daniel felt like he’d been slapped, hearing that cursed word—property.
But that was it. The contract needed to be signed. His fate was now officially doomed in Adrian’s hands.
Adrian Valez. Why did that name sound so familiar? Daniel wondered but quickly shrugged it off. He wasn’t just an ordinary man. A notorious criminal like him must have been wanted by the police. Who knew the unforgivable acts he had committed?
The contract was placed on the table. Daniel picked up a blue pen and, slowly and steadily, signed away his freedom—just like that.
When it was done, Adrian smiled triumphantly, fulfilled at having one of the most stunning creatures ever as his plaything. It was exhilarating.
Daniel frowned at the smile that irked his very soul. Without warning, Adrian came over and placed his huge hand on Daniel’s leg—cupping his dick instantly.
Oh f**k. What the hell... Daniel’s mind reeled.
Why that touch? And worse—why was he feeling aroused? He cursed himself.
He wouldn’t—
"Get your hand off my body!" Daniel fired at him, his voice loud with timid rage.
But Adrian didn’t stop. Instead, his hand slid inside Daniel’s pants, slowly roaming over that meaty part that pulsed with rhythm under his touch.
Daniel hummed despite himself, forgetting his earlier anger.
"Let me suck you—and cum in my mouth," Adrian whispered in a submissive manner that shocked Daniel beyond belief.
Did someone splash acid in his eyes? He didn’t get the sudden change. Why was Adrian suddenly submissive?
Then, dragging down his own pants, Adrian’s boxers clung to his waist, his dangerously sexy v-line gleaming—demanding to be worshiped. Something Daniel had secretly prayed for. And now, for strange reasons, it came to pass.
"Fondle me. Touch my dick!!" Daniel demanded, testing his luck to see if Adrian would cooperate. Shockingly—the cocky man fell to his knees.
Adrian fell to his f**king knees and began to massage Daniel’s bulge slowly, steadily. His grip firm, stroking the head through Daniel’s boxers.
By now, Daniel’s boxers couldn’t hold him anymore. If only he remembered where his phone was—he could’ve recorded this, or at least watched a porn to compare. Because this was his dream—and it was happening right now.
Then, out of the blue, his boxers slipped off. Adrian held his dick safely in his hand before deep-throating it in one motion.
His mouth—God—it fit perfectly. And Daniel, gasping for air, gripped the wall.
Oh how he needed to release—and Adrian was giving him everything.
"Your mouth... so good..."
"Haa... f**k..." Daniel gasped as Adrian focused on the tip, licking it continuously, slowly, until Daniel felt it. He was about to cum.
His load was coming, but when he tried to pull away, Adrian held his waist tightly.
"Don’t move. Just release it in my mouth," Adrian commanded, and Daniel’s jaw dropped.
Release in his mouth? Like what?!
But he couldn’t stop it. His load burst forth—all of it—pouring into Adrian’s mouth like a milky shower.
Satisfied, Adrian wiped his lips clean and smiled before standing.
"Freshen up. You’re about to meet the true definition of sin—and everything surrounding my kingdom," Adrian declared.
Still in his boxers, he turned to leave. But Daniel stopped him.
"Won’t you allow me to pleasure your dick?" Daniel asked. He knew men like this loved sex, and the way to control them was to master their weaknesses in bed. He could guess Adrian’s—but why wasn’t he complying?
Adrian only glared at him coldly, his murderous eyes sending a shiver down Daniel’s spine, before heading back to the bathroom as if it was his own.
At this point, that bathroom could literally carry his name.
Daniel sighed, glancing at his deflating dick—satisfied but still annoyed. Adrian was clearly still horny—more than him.
Oh, that man. And the sin he spoke of... His kingdom wasn’t trivial.
This was darkness. Daniel was dancing with it. And joining this Mafia organization... it might finally take his head.
"Screw you, Adrian. I promise you vengeance," Daniel gritted his teeth, clenching his fists.
It was time to go. Time to meet his future home—Adrian’s Mafia organization.
And hell itself.