*Kidnapped and highly sought after by an unforgiving mafia* "Sweetheart, I believe it might be beneficial for you to go upstairs and perhaps find some relief from your tension," he said, his voice low and deliberate as he licked his lips, leaving a trail of saliva. My heart raced as I observed him, feeling a wave of arousal wash over me. With a innocent nod, I tried to slip past him, but he grabbed my wrist, halting my movement. "I don't wish to encounter you in here anymore, do you understand, my dear?" He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear, adding an eerie edge to his words. "You might not like the consequences if you continue to defy me," he whispered, and at that moment, I could feel the dampness between my legs intensify.
