Episode 5: The Slippery Slope to Obsession

🖤 Mafia and His Doctor – Episode 5: The Slippery Slope to Obsession

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Elián hadn’t slept.

Every time he closed his eyes, he felt Lucien’s mouth on his skin, heard his voice like a slow poison curling around his spine.

"You’ll beg me to finish what I started."

He hated how his body still responded. Hated how, even now, lying in bed under the sheets, his thighs pressed together to soothe the ache Lucien left behind.

He wasn’t supposed to crave this.

He was supposed to be good. Professional. Clean.

But Lucien had dug in deep — and every breath Elián took was stained with him.

Three nights passed before Lucien returned.

No knocking. No words.

Elián had just finished closing the clinic when the scent of leather and smoke filled the air behind him. Lucien pressed up against his back like a shadow made flesh.

"Did you miss me?" he whispered, his voice brushing against Elián’s ear.

Elián flinched. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Lucien wrapped an arm around his waist, palm splayed across his abdomen. “And yet I am.”

He spun Elián around, pinning him against the cabinet. His eyes drank him in — from the bitten lip to the nervous hands clutching his coat.

“You’ve been thinking about me.”

Elián’s throat tightened. “You don’t know that.”

“I know everything.” Lucien stepped closer, the space between them gone. “I know you touched yourself thinking about my mouth. My hands.” His voice dipped lower. “The way I made you whimper.”

Elián gasped, cheeks flushing crimson. “Stop—”

But Lucien silenced him with two fingers on his lips. “Don’t lie to me, Elián.”

The name rolled off his tongue like sin.

Lucien kissed him again — deeper, slower, a bruising kiss that wasn’t a question. His hands slid down Elián’s back, gripping his hips with a kind of reverence only the wicked could master.

“Let me ruin you,” Lucien whispered into the kiss.

Elián whimpered. “Why me?”

“Because you’re innocent,” he said, tugging the doctor’s white coat off his shoulders. “And I want to see what you look like when you finally beg to be dirty.”

Lucien lifted Elián onto the examination table again, settling between his legs. Their bodies pressed together — heat and desperation bleeding through fabric. Lucien ground into him slow and hard, drawing a breathless moan from Elián’s throat.

"You're so responsive. Every time I touch you…" Lucien’s hand slid under Elián’s shirt, palming the soft skin of his belly, drifting higher, brushing over his chest. “You get wetter with need.”

Elián clutched the table’s edge, drowning in sensation. His body betrayed him again — hips bucking, lips parting, the need too loud to ignore.

Lucien licked across his jaw. “Say it.”

“S-say what?” Elián panted.

“That you want me.”

Elián’s eyes fluttered shut. “I… I can’t…”

Lucien’s hand slipped down, fingers toying with his waistband. “Then I’ll make you say it.”

He leaned in close, breath against Elián’s mouth. “This is only the beginning, sweetheart. You think you’re still pure. But by the time I’m done with you… you'll forget who you were before I touched you.”

The door creaked as Lucien pulled away, leaving Elián hot and ruined, trembling on the cold table.

And for the first time, the silence didn’t feel safe.

It felt like a warning.

Because deep down… Elián didn’t want to stop.

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