[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 269: Chapter 269: Trapped Blackmailed by the Past

"Don’t think I can’t see right through you. The moment you saw Matteo taking care of Adrian, you wanted the same thing for yourself. So you went after Mark instead.

You knew exactly who he was, exactly how wealthy and powerful his family was, and you made sure he fell for you."

He tilted his head slightly.

"Now you get to enjoy the same luxurious life as your best friend."

"That’s not true!" Charles gasped, tears of anger and fear filling his eyes. "I never seduced him! He came to me himself! We love each other!"

"Quiet, you little liar," Owen cut in coldly, shoving Charles’s shoulders back against the marble wall and holding him there. "Everyone has always known you for what you are, Charles, a desperate social climber. Do you honestly believe someone like Mark could ever truly love someone like you?"

A cruel smile spread across his face.

"Oh, he might be taking care of you right now. He has more money than he could ever spend. But love?" He let out a mocking chuckle. "No. He’s a straight man."

"Let me go... leave me alone!" Charles cried, struggling against Owen’s grip, but it didn’t budge. Owen had no intention of letting him go. He wanted every word to sink into Charles’s mind.

Owen’s gaze slowly traveled over Charles before settling on his tear-filled eyes.

"I’ll admit it," he murmured. "You look well taken care of. But I’m giving you a piece of advice. Stop wasting your time. You’re playing house with a straight man who’s only confused."

He leaned in even closer.

"One day, Mark is going to wake up, realize what he really wants, and walk away from you."

His voice dropped to a chilling whisper.

"And when that day comes..."

He smiled.

"You’ll come back to me. Because you belong with me."

"Just let me go... please, leave me alone..." Charles begged, his voice breaking as Owen’s cruel words struck at the deepest insecurities Charles had been trying so hard to overcome.

"Please stop saying things you know nothing about. He loves me, and I love him too. We love each other!"

Owen let out a low, mocking laugh.

"You little liar," he sneered. "You don’t love him. You love his money."

His grip tightened around Charles’s wrists.

"You’ve always wanted a rich man to take care of you. That’s exactly how you trapped me years ago, and now you’ve done the same thing to Mark."

He leaned in even closer.

"You knew exactly how wealthy he was and how powerful his family was. So don’t stand there talking to me about love."

"Please let me go," Charles pleaded. "What happened between us ended years ago. We’re nothing but strangers now... please."

Instead of letting go, Owen tightened his hold and pinned both of Charles’s wrists above his head against the cold marble wall.

"You think you’re clever?" he asked with a mocking smile. "You really think you can make me believe what you and Mark have is love?"

"It doesn’t matter what you believe!" Charles cried, struggling helplessly against Owen’s iron grip. "Just let me go! I don’t have any feelings for you anymore!"

Owen leaned closer, his hot breath brushing against Charles’s ear.

"I know you miss me, Charles. And I miss the way you used to moan my name." A cruel smile tugged at his lips. "Do you really think that an innocent straight man could ever understand you the way I did? Stop wasting your time on him and come back to me."

"Never!" Charles shouted, his voice shaking with fear. "I’ll never come back to you! Let me go!"

Owen’s expression darkened.

"So that’s your answer?" he said coldly. "I was trying to be patient with you. Since you’ve chosen to make this difficult, don’t blame me for what happens next."

Without warning, Owen freed one hand and began to touch Charles inappropriately, his palm sliding down Charles’s torso. Charles shuddered violently, screaming out in sheer panic.

"Leave me alone!" he cried. "Don’t touch me!"

Owen ignored his protests, keeping him pinned where he was.

"Since you insist on being stubborn, I’ll be just as stubborn with you," Owen whispered against his neck.

Left with no other choice and pushed to the brink of absolute panic, Charles resorted to the only weapon he had.

He glared at Owen with all the defiance he could muster.

"Stop!" he shouted. "If you don’t stop right now, I’ll tell Matteo! You know exactly what kind of man he is. I’ll tell him you tried to force yourself on me after he introduced me as his brother’s boyfriend. You know exactly what he’ll do to you, and to your business, if he finds out!"

The threat hung heavily in the air.

Owen froze.

His dark eyes narrowed as he silently weighed the consequences. He knew Matteo’s ruthless reputation all too well.

Slowly, a tight, dangerous smile spread across his lips.

"Well..." he murmured. "Looks like you’re getting smarter."

Owen suddenly let go and stepped back, releasing Charles’s wrists.

Charles immediately yanked his hands down, his entire body trembling as he hurriedly straightened his wrinkled suit jacket, ready to bolt for the door.

"I won’t let the two of you be together," Owen said coldly, his voice cutting through the silent restroom.

The absolute malice in his tone made Charles freeze right before he could touch the door handle. He slowly turned around, his heart sinking into his stomach. Before he could speak, Owen pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and turned it around to face Charles.

Charles’s breath completely hitched.

The air in the room thickened, heavy and suffocating, as Charles stared at the phone screen. His own face flushed, eyes half-lidded in raw ecstasy, stared back at him from years ago, body arched and trembling under Owen’s relentless grip.

The sounds were unmistakable: his desperate, broken moans, the slap of skin, Owen’s low, commanding growls that had once made Charles feel utterly owned.

Owen’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smile, his eyes gleaming with that same cold malice. "You thought I’d just let you walk away again?" he murmured.

He swiped again, pausing on a particularly damning clip, Charles on his knees, mouth full, tears streaking his cheeks as he looked up at the camera with pure, willing surrender. "All these years, and I still have every second. Every whimper. Every time you begged me not to stop."

Charles could clearly hear his voice echoing from the speakers, moaning loudly, completely submissive beneath Owen.

Owen swiped his thumb across the screen, revealing folder after folder filled with dozens of similar videos, capturing them in different, highly compromising positions.

"Since you’re determined to be stubborn," Owen murmured, his voice low and laced with venomous satisfaction, "let’s see what happens when I post all of these videos online."

He leaned in closer, eyes gleaming with cruel delight as he watched Charles’s face pale. "Let’s see how Mark reacts when he watches you moaning like a desperate slut on top of me, legs spread, begging for more. Let’s find out if he still wants to keep loving you after that."

"No... Owen, no, please... you can’t do that," Charles whispered. "Please, no. What did I ever do to you? You can’t post those videos. Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Owen’s smile widened, slow and preying. He slipped the phone back into his pocket and closed the distance between them, towering over Charles with calm, suffocating confidence.

"It’s simple, darling," he said, his voice soft and dripping with satisfaction. "I miss the way you used to moan for me. I miss every filthy, desperate thing we did together."

His fingers brushed a stray tear from Charles’s cheek. "Sleep with me again. Give me what I want... and I’ll delete everything. You can walk away afterward."

"I can’t!" Charles choked out, a broken sob tearing from his throat as fresh tears spilled down his face. "Please, Owen—I have a boyfriend now. I love Mark. I can’t do this to him."

Owen’s expression didn’t waver. Instead, his lips curved into a cruel, knowing smile. "How about we show him exactly how you moan when you’re on top and beneath me?" he muttered. "I’m sure a straight guy like Mark has never seen you like that, whimpering, desperate, completely fucking ruined. You must miss it, Charlie. So... shall we show him?"

"Please!" Charles cried, voice fracturing. "I’ll do anything else, just please don’t do this..."

Owen cut him off, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"Sleep with me, or I post them. You and I both know that if these videos go public, it’ll be the end of your relationship with Mark. After all, you’re the one forcing yourself on him, aren’t you? There’s no way a man like him would ever take you back after watching how eagerly you used to spread your legs for me."

Charles stood frozen against the wall, his mind descending into a terrifying, chaotic blank.

He couldn’t think.

He couldn’t breathe.

All he could hear was the deafening thunder of his own heartbeat and the crushing weight of Owen’s ultimatum.

"I’ll give you exactly three days to make your decision," Owen said, his expression settling back into its usual calm, elegant mask. "If you don’t come to me within three days, every single one of those videos will be posted."

Owen stepped forward and gently brushed a kiss against Charles’s pale cheek.

"You know exactly where to find me when you’re ready."

Without another word, he turned, pushed open the restroom door, and disappeared into the corridor.

The moment the door clicked shut, Charles’s legs gave way beneath him.

He slid helplessly down the cold marble wall until he hit the floor, broken sobs ripping from his chest.

"Oh my God..." he cried, shaking uncontrollably. "What have I done? No... no... I can’t let him post those videos. I can’t..."

At that very moment, a phone ringtone shattered the suffocating silence of the restroom.

Charles flinched.

His hands trembling violently, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Through a blur of hot tears, he looked down at the screen.

It was Mark calling.