Owned By The Psychotic Billionaire (Mafia BL)

Orion is not going to make it home.

The man never expected Adrien to kiss him at the park. He never expected the haircut, the dress, the bold confidence, or the sudden, overwhelming sequence of events that defined their entire afternoon.

The sheer weight of it all is brimming over inside him, demanding immediate release. Adrien understands the feeling completely, because the exact same fire is burning through his own blood.

Orion climbs into the back seat, his broad frame completely looming over Adrien in the quiet cabin. He pulls the door shut behind him, the heavy click of the central lock echoing through the interior.

When Orion leans down, his lips find Adrien’s again, but the soft sweetness from the park is entirely gone.

The kiss is possessive, hungry, and fierce.

Their hands move fast, pulling at fabric and searching for skin in the dark. The white sunglasses resting in Adrien’s dark wig drop off, bouncing off the leather seats and disappearing into the floorboards.

Adrien’s white designer handbag is tossed into the front cabin, landing somewhere between the driver and passenger seats with a soft thud.

The thin straps of Adrien’s sundress offer no resistance. Since the dress has no zipper, Orion simply takes hold of the neckline and yanks it down with force.

Adrien lets out a sharp gasp of alarm as the thin fabric cuts briefly against his shoulders, but the sound dies in his throat the moment Orion’s warm lips press against his bare collarbone.

Orion kisses his way down Adrien’s skin like a starving man offered a feast, his hands gripping Adrien’s waist with feverish intensity.

Then, without warning, Orion stops.

He freezes mid-motion, resting his forehead against Adrien’s bare shoulder, his heavy, ragged breathing filling the tight space of the car.

Adrien blinks up at the dark headrest above them, breathless and confused. "What’s wrong?"

Orion raises his head slowly, his dark eyes searching Adrien’s face with unusual, cautious discipline. "Your injuries from the car crash... are they healed?"

Adrien rests his hands flat against Orion’s chest, feeling the wild, rapid hammering of the man’s heart beneath his suit shirt. "They are healed. I feel better than I have in a very long time. That’s the truth."

Orion hesitates, his broad thumb gently tracing the line of Adrien’s jaw, running over his red-painted lips. "Are you okay to do this with me again? Do I have your consent, Adrien?"

The simple question sends another wave of intense heat straight through Adrien’s chest. He lets out a breathless, soft chuckle, his red lipstick smudged slightly at the corners from their kiss.

"Asking for my consent over and over is going to make you look like a good person, Orion," Adrien teases softly, his sharp acrylic nails lightly tapping the back of Orion’s neck.

Orion throws his head back, letting out an airy, dark laugh that echoes off the car windows. "I am hardly a good person, duckling. But I am not a mindless beast who takes without asking."

"Fine," Adrien smiles cheekily, his brown eyes gleaming with mischief in the dark. "Let’s go with that."

Orion leans back down, resuming the kiss with renewed passion. Yet, despite the intense heat radiating from his body, Adrien can feel the subtle restraint in Orion’s movements.

He is holding his full weight back, handling Adrien as if he might break under the pressure.

Adrien breaks the kiss, placing a firm hand against Orion’s chest to create a fraction of space between them.

"Stop holding back," Adrien says flatly, his tone dropping into a cool, sharp demand.

Orion lets out a low, breathless laugh, trying to brush the comment off with his usual theatrical flair. "I am not holding back, my sweet—"

"Don’t take me for a fool," Adrien cuts him off sharply, his brown eyes locking onto Orion’s dark gaze with absolute certainty. "You are holding back. I want all of you tonight, Orion. I want it rough. I want everything you have to give. If you aren’t going to give it to me, I will gladly step out of this car, walk right back into that restaurant, and find a handsome young man who will."

Before the last word can fully leave Adrien’s mouth, Orion snaps.

His lips crash down onto Adrien’s with ferocious, unrestrained hunger. The kiss is senseless, deep, and completely overwhelming, erasing every remaining thought from Adrien’s mind until he can no longer tell where his own breath ends and Orion’s begins.

The heat inside the vehicle rises rapidly, the thick condensation of their heavy breathing fogging up the dark, tinted windows despite the soft hum of the air conditioner running in the background.

Adrien reaches up, yanking wildly at the buttons of Orion’s crisp suit shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin. Orion sheds his jacket and shirt without ever breaking the kiss, tossing the expensive garments onto the front floorboards.

When Orion strips away the last of his own clothes, he pauses once more, his broad hands hovering above Adrien’s waist.

"If we do this now, it will not be like the first time," Orion whispers, his voice thick and low with raw desire. "Are you truly ready for this? Are you ready to have sex with the real Orion Vassilis?"

"I’m ready," Adrien answers without a single second of hesitation.

Orion’s hands slide down, taking hold of the hem of Adrien’s yellow dress. Slowly, like a man carefully unwrapping a precious prize, he gathers the bright fabric and lifts it over Adrien’s hips.

The moment the dress clears his waist, Orion freezes dead in his tracks.

Underneath the dress, Adrien is wearing a thin red thong.

Orion’s mind seems to completely blue-screen. He stares down at the small strip of red fabric, looks up at Adrien’s face, and then looks back down, completely speechless.

"You’re... you’re wearing a thong?" Orion whispers, his voice sounding broken and bewildered.

Adrien flashes him a bright, cheeky smirk, his brown eyes gleaming with triumph. "Surprise, surprise."

That single sentence shatters the final thread holding Orion’s sanity together.

With a low growl, Orion bends down and rips the red fabric away with his teeth, tossing the torn lace aside.

Adrien lets out a sharp, breathless moan as Orion buries his face against his inner thigh, the careful control he maintained all day crumbling into pure, unadulterated passion.

What follows is an uncompromising collision of raw obsession and sweet surrender. Orion’s real nature— unfiltered, possessive, and staggering in its intensity— floods the narrow confines of the vehicle.

There are no polite boundaries left, no lingering hesitations. Orion takes Adrien like a man reclaiming a lost treasure.

Yet for Adrien, there is no fear. The survival instincts that spent seven years telling him to run, to protect himself, to look over his shoulder for the next threat, fall quiet in the heat of the moment.

In the brutal depth of Orion’s focus, Adrien finds an odd, intoxicating security. He does not want gentle illusions— he wants to feel the truth of the man who looked at a ruined boy and painted a calm man above his fireplace.

Orion rocks into him with powerful, unyielding thrusts, the relentless rhythm rocking the heavy car. His palm remains firmly anchored behind Adrien’s head, shielding him from the hard metal frame of the door no matter how lost Orion gets in the pace.

Adrien locks his legs tightly around Orion’s waist, his acrylic nails digging red crescents into Orion’s back as he meets every thrust, refusing to pull back.

They do not stop. The boundaries of time blur as they take and give in equal measure through the hours.

They come together four distinct times in the cramped back of the car, each round stripping away another layer of defense.

By the fourth time, Adrien sits atop Orion, his chest heaving, hair clinging damply to his forehead as he desperately rides the man to keep pace with his boundless stamina, refusing to break eye contact even as his vision starts to spot.

By the fifth time, the last of Adrien’s physical strength gives out. The sheer overload of sensation, the weight of the long emotional day, and the unrelenting devotion of Orion’s touch finally claim him.

His eyelids flutter shut, his head falling heavily against the warm slope of Orion’s bare shoulder as he passes out completely.

A profound silence settles over the fogged-up glass, broken only by the steady hum of the engine and Orion’s heavy, quiet breathing.

Orion shifts with slow, delicate care, shifting Adrien’s limp, naked body up into his arms. He pulls his discarded suit jacket over Adrien’s shoulders, tucked securely to trap his body heat against the cool night air.

Leaning down, Orion presses his lips against Adrien’s forehead, letting out a low, soft chuckle that hums against Adrien’s skin.

"I thought you said you were ready, duckling," Orion whispers gently into the quiet dark, his long fingers trailing softly through Adrien’s dark bob. "I thought you said you wanted everything I had to give."

He presses one final kiss to the sleeping man’s hair, resting his chin against his forehead, keeping his entire world wrapped tight in his arms as the night carries on.

*****

Kindly fasten your seatbelts...we just ended the prologue.

— TheLovePoet