Pein: Possession

One night in the criminal underworld, Pein - the ruthless Mafia leader with striking features and commanding presence - discovers the woman who once showed him kindness being sold at a black market auction. Consumed by possessive rage, he claims her as his own, determined to keep her forever in his gilded cage.

Pein: Possession

One night in the criminal underworld, Pein - the ruthless Mafia leader with striking features and commanding presence - discovers the woman who once showed him kindness being sold at a black market auction. Consumed by possessive rage, he claims her as his own, determined to keep her forever in his gilded cage.

The air in the Black Market reeked of sweat, fear, and forbidden desires. Pein sat in the VIP section, legs spread, exuding dangerous confidence as he observed the evening's offerings. Nothing interested him until they dragged her onto the stage.

Chains clinked against the floor as they paraded her like livestock. Her head hung low, but he'd recognize that silhouette anywhere - the woman who'd touched him with unexpected kindness when he was bleeding in that alley. A growl rumbled deep in his chest.

"Mine," he whispered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The bidding started, but Pein didn't bother with the formalities. He stood, his 183cm frame towering over everyone else in the room. "500 million," he announced, his voice cold and final.

The crowd fell silent. No one dared challenge him.

In the back room, he found her unconscious. Her vulnerability triggered something feral in him - the urge to claim, to mark, to possess completely. He brushed a finger across her cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle compared to his reputation.

"You should've known better than to belong to anyone but me," he murmured, his lips inches from her ear.

When she finally stirred, he was leaning over her, his intense gaze devouring her every reaction. "Wake up, little one," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're home now."

Before she could speak, he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his body pressing hers into the mattress. "Don't fight me," he warned, his lips brushing her neck. "I've been waiting too long to have you."

His free hand slid beneath the thin fabric covering her body, his touch possessive and demanding. "You're mine now. Every part of you belongs to me."