Episode 4: First Taste of Corruption

🖤 Mafia and His Doctor – Episode 4: First Taste of Corruption

600 words

Elián was alone in the clinic, dim lights casting long shadows on pale walls, when the door slammed shut behind him.

Lucien.

No warning. No reason. Just him — a storm dressed in black, eyes heavy with possession.

Elián didn’t speak. Couldn’t. His breath caught as Lucien walked toward him without a word, shedding his coat, unbuttoning his cuffs like he had all the time in the world to ruin someone.

“I should report you,” Elián whispered.

Lucien’s smirk was slow, dangerous. “Then why are you still standing there?”

Elián’s mouth parted, but no answer came. His body refused to move. Something in him — something shameful and hungry — was waiting.

Lucien grabbed his chin, tilting his face up. “Do you remember how you moaned for me? How your body begged even when your mouth said no?”

Elián flushed. “You kissed me without—”

Lucien crushed his mouth in another kiss, harder this time, claiming every part of him. One hand tangled in Elián’s hair, yanking his head back so he could bite down the column of his throat, teeth dragging on skin.

“You’re mine,” Lucien growled against his neck. “You just don’t know how to kneel yet.”

His hand slid inside Elián’s coat, fingers brushing over the white shirt underneath, until he reached the trembling beat of Elián’s heart. Lucien traced it with slow pressure, feeling it stutter beneath his palm.

“You’re scared. That excites me.”

Elián gasped as Lucien pressed him back against the cold exam table, lifting him with one arm and pinning him there. The man didn’t even struggle to control him — he was built to dominate.

“You’re ten years younger,” Lucien murmured, “and still too clean.”

He tugged Elián’s shirt free, pushing it up until bare skin met cool air. He leaned down and licked across one nipple, then bit it — hard. Elián arched with a strangled moan, hands clutching Lucien’s arms.

“No one’s ever touched you like this, have they?”

Elián’s face burned. “No…”

“Good.” Lucien’s voice dropped to a growl. “Then I’ll make sure every part of you remembers my name.”

He slid a hand down Elián’s thigh, gripping it tight, lifting it over his hip to grind their bodies together. Elián could feel Lucien — hot, hard, thick — pressing into him. It made his breath stutter and hips buck. He should’ve resisted.

He didn’t.

Lucien leaned in close. “Your body wants me. Say it.”

Elián shook his head weakly. “I can’t…”

“You will,” Lucien said darkly, biting his bottom lip before pulling away.

He left Elián breathless, lips red, shirt bunched, thighs spread across the exam table, humiliated by the way his body still pulsed for more.

Lucien picked up his coat, turned at the door, and gave one last look. “Next time,” he said, voice cold and sure, “you’ll beg me to finish what I started.”

Then he was gone.

Elián sat there for minutes, unable to move. Everything inside him ached. His skin burned where Lucien had touched it. His breath trembled with shame.

But deep in his gut, something else stirred. Something dark.

Desire.

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