[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 285: Chapter 285: I Love Sex, Fuck Me First

Thinking quickly, Mark came up with a plan. If he wanted to check Charles’s phone, he first needed to get Charles out of the bedroom and make sure he left the phone behind.

As Charles settled beside him, Mark offered a calm, practiced smile.

"Hey, baby..." Mark murmured, sitting up against the headboard. "I have a weird craving. I suddenly feel like drinking that coffee you always make."

Charles blinked in surprise. "I thought you said you didn’t like coffee."

"No, baby," Mark murmured, gently running a hand through Charles’s hair. "I just haven’t had your coffee in a long time. I suddenly feel like having a cup. I guess it tastes better when you’re the one who makes it. Will you make me one?"

Charles hesitated for a moment, but the simple request eased some of the tension inside him. A soft smile spread across his face.

"Of course, baby. I’ll go downstairs and make it for you."

Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss to Mark’s lips before sliding out of bed.

Mark smiled back, but inside, his tension grew with every step Charles took toward the door.

Please don’t take your phone with you, he silently prayed.

To his relief, Charles left the phone exactly where it was.

He walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Mark listened carefully as Charles’s footsteps faded farther and farther down the hallway. The moment he was certain Charles was gone, he sprang into action.

He lunged across the mattress toward the nightstand, snatched up the phone, and hurried back to the center of the bed.

His pulse quickened.

The phone was locked, but Mark already knew Charles’s passcode. He quickly entered the digits.

The screen unlocked.

His eyes swept across the home screen before landing on the Messages app. He tapped it.

The very first conversation at the top made his stomach drop.

Owen.

Mark felt the blood drain from his face.

He opened the conversation and began scrolling.

He read Owen’s threats.

He read Charles’s desperate attempts to fight back.

He read Charles’s defiant replies.

He read every cruel insult and every terrifying threat Owen had made.

Mark slowly clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around the phone.

Owen... this won’t end well for you, Mark thought coldly. Charles isn’t alone anymore, I’m here now, and I won’t give you another chance to hurt him.

Methodically, Mark began taking screenshots of the entire conversation. He saved Owen’s phone number, username, and every piece of information he could find. He wasn’t going to let a single piece of evidence disappear.

After making sure everything had been saved, Mark placed the phone back on the nightstand exactly as Charles had left it.

Taking one last glance to make sure nothing looked out of place, he slipped his feet into his house slippers and quietly walked out of the bedroom, his mind already working through his next move.

Halfway down the hallway, his phone buzzed.

Matteo had finally replied to the message he had sent earlier.

Mark’s expression softened for a brief moment, and a faint smile tugged at his lips when he saw his brother’s name.

Matteo: Apology not accepted, and I’m definitely not helping you. From now on, don’t tell me where you’re going, don’t share your location with me, and I don’t love you. Bye.

P.S. Read that again in the right tone.

Mark read the message, immediately understanding the childishly coded instruction. ’Don’t tell me’ meant ’Tell me’; ’go alone’ meant ’I’m coming’. He shook his head with a chuckle. "Childish man," he muttered.

Mark: I understand, sir. Thank you, Teo. I’ll come around this weekend.

Matteo: I’m not at home. I’m not expecting you.

Mark: Okay, bro. Love you.

Matteo’s final reply was nothing more than a middle-finger sticker.

Mark laughed, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet hallway. He stuffed his phone into his pocket and continued downstairs.

When he reached the kitchen, he met Charles, who was busy trying to prepare the coffee and also getting breakfast started.

Mark walked slowly toward him, wrapping his arms securely around Charles’s waist from behind, pulling him into a possessive hug.

Charles smiled, relaxing back against his chest. "You are here."

Mark nodded, his face burying into the curve of Charles’s neck, breathing him in.

"Yes, baby."

He looked over Charles’s shoulder at what he was doing. "I only told you to make me a coffee. I was planning to make breakfast for us."

Charles smiled, reaching back to cover Mark’s hands with his own. "Honey, since I’m already in the kitchen, I decided to do it."

"No, baby. Let me finish it," Mark insisted. "I want to be the one to take care of you, Charles."

Charles turned in his arms, his smile soft and playful. "There’s nothing wrong with both of us taking care of each other. It doesn’t always have to be—"

Mark didn’t let him finish. He leaned in, his gaze burning with intensity. "Alright, no more excuses, baby. Leave it to me. I’ll finish what you started."

"No, baby. Let me finish what I started," Charles replied softly. "Just... stay with me while I do it."

Mark smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes as his gaze traveled down Charles’s back. "If I stay behind you too long, it might turn me on, pretty... cause your back is fucking sexy."

Charles’s expression turned bold, a coy smile playing on his lips. "That’s not bad. Fucking before breakfast." He traced a pattern on Mark’s chest. "More so, you haven’t touched me for days now. I was starting to think you were avoiding me."

Mark smiled, but he immediately reached out and turned off the stove. He turned Charles around completely, pinning him against the counter so they were face-to-face. He stepped in close, crowding Charles’s space. "I haven’t touched you for just three days, pretty. How does that mean I’m avoiding you?"

Charles leaned in close, his voice dropping into a sultry whisper. "Three days is a long time, honey... if I truly attract you. You should want me every hour."

Mark grinned, voice husky. "Won’t you get tired if I do?"

Charles reached up, gripping the front of Mark’s shirt, pulling him closer. "I love you touching me, so I won’t get tired of you."

Mark smiled, a dangerous look passing over his features. "What do you like doing most?"

Charles leaned back slightly, offering a seductive smirk. "I love having sex."

Mark’s chuckle was dark and appreciative. "No... that aside, sex. What else do you like?"

Charles smirked, completely leaning into the tension. "Getting a really good fuck."

Mark’s eyes widened, his hands tightening on Charles’s waist. "You are really being naughty and bold this morning, Charles."

Charles’s smile turned sweet, but his eyes were blazing. "You told me to be myself... so I am. Don’t you like it?"

"I love everything you’re doing," Mark promised, his voice rough with affection. "But I’m asking about the things couples do together. Do you like dinner dates? Vacations? Road trips? Picnics? Movie nights? Cooking together? Shopping? I want to know everything you enjoy so I can do those things with you."

Charles laughed softly, the tension easing for a moment.

"Oh... that?" he said with a smile. "Honestly, I love anything my partner does for me, whether it’s big or small. I just want to feel protected, cherished, and treated with love." He looked up into Mark’s eyes, his expression turning vulnerable. "That’s the kind of love I’ve always wanted."

Mark nodded, a rare softness settling over his features. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to Charles’s forehead. "Alright, baby," he murmured. "I understand."

Charles smiled back, the shyness returning. "So... will I get a good fuck after breakfast?"

Mark looked down at him, a teasing grin spreading across his face. His body pressed flush against Charles’s, leaving no doubt about his physical response to the conversation. "Do we really have to wait until after breakfast, pretty? I’m already hard for you, baby."

Charles let out a soft, needy moan as Mark pressed his hard cock against him. A wide, excited smile spread across his flushed face while he rolled his hips forward, grinding shamelessly to feel more of that delicious pressure.

"Then I’m ready," Charles whispered breathlessly. He reached up, wrapping his arms around Mark’s neck, then hooked his legs tightly around Mark’s waist, pulling him even closer. "Take me in every position you want, baby... I’m yours to use."

Mark smiled, eyes dark with lust. "Then let’s go back upstairs and let the chef finish up."

Charles didn’t need to be told twice. He forgot about the brewing coffee and the unfinished breakfast, he dropped his feet back to the floor and grabbed Mark’s hand. Both of them practically sprinted out of the kitchen and hurried up the stairs, straight back toward their bedroom.

The very moment their bedroom door flew open, Charles turned and rushed into Mark’s space, grabbing his face and capturing his lips. He kissed him desperately, pouring months of longing into a deep, breathless mouth-to-mouth that caught Mark off guard.

Charles’s fingers immediately scrambled for the buttons of Mark’s pajama top, eager to feel his bare skin.

With a low groan, Mark easily lifted Charles and threw him onto the mattress. The second Charles hit the plush sheets, he didn’t wait, he scrambled right back toward Mark, pulling him down by his neck as they crashed into another feverish, messy kiss.

Then, suddenly, Mark broke the kiss by a fraction of an inch, murmuring roughly against Charles’s mouth, "Move in with me."

Charles blinked, his dazed, blown-out eyes searching Mark’s. "What?"

"I want you beside me every single day," Mark breathed, his hands gripping Charles’s hips possessively. "Move in with me, Charles."

Charles let out a breathless laugh, his lower body shifting impatiently beneath Mark’s weight. "Let’s fuck first, we’ll talk about it later," he whispered against Mark’s lips. "Don’t say another word... just focus on serving me."

Reaching down boldly, Charles slid his hands beneath the waistband of Mark’s pajama trousers and tugged them down. Mark’s hard length sprang free, heavy and demanding.

The moment Charles wrapped his warm fingers securely around it, a loud, deep groan tore...