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The Mad Mafia's Obsession: Claiming and Pampering his ruined omega

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[WARNING: HEAVILY RATED 18 AND STRONG SEXUAL LANGUAGES BUT NO RAPE] Excerpt "Marry me, and you shall have your heart's desires. We both know you want it..." Xavier's husky voice drifted from the shadows of the cell, making every cell in Asher's body ignite—right down to his peaking nipples. Asher managed to stand his ground, refusing to break even though the crushing weight of Xavier's pheromones threatened to pull him under. "In your damn dreams. I am straight," he declared. Xavier laughed mockingly, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls. "Let's see how long that lasts..." He leaned down and cupped Asher's length firmly in his palms, watching as Asher’s face turned a deep, heated red. ******* Synopsis He thought he had it all—a beautiful family, a gorgeous home, and a prestigious profession. But one fateful night, it all crumbled away, and he landed in a deadly prison. In a society where homosexuality is a taboo, he was accused of sexually harassing a man. A fucking man, when he was straight as an arrow. Like, how? But that was just the beginning of his nightmare. He landed straight into the cage of an infamous Mafia lord of the underworld—the demon himself, a wolf in sheep’s clothing. A demon in bed and a beast by day. Asher thought he could fly under the radar; all he had to do was lay low and avoid the man forever. But he never expected to capture the lord’s undivided attention. Xavier Devereaux was mad for him, obsessed with him, watching him day and night. He wouldn't even sleep if Asher wasn't safely in his cell. All hell broke loose when Xavier declared him his "bride" in front of the Nine powerful Mafia houses, leaving Asher at the mercy of fate and powerful war. Now, a deadly desire has risen. Truly, Xavier Devereaux isn't just a mad fucker, but a deranged man in desperate need of therapy. But the good thing? Asher realized he has a thing for bad boys...
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