Money buys everything in Adam Snow’s world — including beautiful young men delivered discreetly to his penthouse suite. When the door opens and Bastian Karim steps inside, even the jaded Mafia boss catches his breath. This boy is absolutely stunning: lean, smooth, dark-eyed, and trembling with a mixture of fear and unmistakable excitement.
Adam circles his expensive purchase slowly, running a jeweled hand along Bastian’s jawline, down his neck, across his chest. The boy has been instructed not to speak unless spoken to, and he obeys perfectly, standing motionless as the powerful older man inspects every inch of the merchandise. Satisfied, Adam pushes Bastian onto the king-sized bed and begins to unwrap his prize.
What the Mafia boss does to young Bastian is worth every penny of his underground investment. He fucks the boy with the entitlement of a man who has never been told no — deep, raw, relentless strokes that make Bastian’s toes curl and his back arch off silk sheets. Adam uses his mouth, his hands, his cock, exploring every hole and crevice until Bastian is a quivering, moaning mess. By morning, the boy has been thoroughly used, thoroughly bred, and thoroughly addicted to the taste of power and money.
