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Scolding look
Trapped by the Mafia Boss /Funmilayo
Mario’s POVThe windows were cranked just enough to let the smoke out, but not enough to let the cold in. The joint burned low between my fingers, the ash too long but I didn’t flick it. I just stared at it, letting the silence settle. Darren sat beside me, legs stretched out, one hand resting on his thigh, the other playing with his lighter.We hadn’t spoken in a few minutes, just smoked and let the night carry our thoughts. That kind of silence only comes when two people have seen some shit together.“I’ve been hearing things, you know, inside information.” Darren finally said, voice low. “High-level stuff. Intel moving around fast”I looked at him. “Police?”He nodded. “And feds. People getting picked off left and right. Quietly. Like shadows in the dark. Someone’s leaking info. Inside info. Names, dates, drop points... all of it. And Mario...” — he paused, looked at me sideways “you’re on their list.”I didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. Just took a slow drag and let it sit in my lu
Last Updated : 2025-05-03Time together
Trapped by the Mafia Boss /Funmilayo
Mario's POV Sylvia worked quietly as she cleaned the cuts on my face and arm, her fingers light but firm as she applied the plaster. I winced once or twice, but she didn’t say anything. Her attention was all on my injuries, and I couldn’t help but notice how gentle she was.“You smell like burnt grass,” she muttered, wrinkling her nose,“Go shower. I can’t stand it anymore.”I leaned against the doorframe for a second, watching her as she shuffled around the room, arranging the first aid kit before I slipped into the bathroom.The water was hot, almost scalding, I took my time scrubbing and washing, and when I finally stepped out, the bathroom mirror was fogged up, so I couldn’t really see myself. But I knew what I looked like; rough, tired, a mess. I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed back into the bedroom, not bothering to dry off completely.Sylvia was still sitting on the bed, her back to me, not even bothering to look.“Hurry up and put your clothes on,” she said, her v
Last Updated : 2025-05-03So wet.
Trapped by the Mafia Boss /Funmilayo
SYLVIA'S POVWhen I was done dressing, I took one last look at myself in the mirror. The red dress clung to my body perfectly, the fabric soft but tight where it needed to be, accentuating my curves in all the right places.It was backless, showing off just enough of my skin to be enticing without giving everything away. The hem hit mid-thigh, just enough to leave a little mystery while still being bold.I paired it with simple black heels and a matching black handbag, completing the look. There was something about the dress, something that made me feel... powerful.Walking down the stairs, I found Mario waiting at the bottom. His eyes snapped to me the moment he saw me. His mouth opened, but no words came out at first. He stared, almost in disbelief, as if I’d stepped out of a dream.“You look…” He took a deep breath, his voice thick with awe. “So... ravishing. That red dress… it’s everything. The way it hugs your body... it’s like it was made just for you. And your legs, god, they g
Last Updated : 2025-05-04Good girl
Trapped by the Mafia Boss /Funmilayo
SYLVIA’S POVMario’s thumb stayed pressed against my soaked panties the entire drive. I was burning up by the time we reached the front porch of our new place. He barely got the car into the garage before he jumped out, rounding to my side.He opened my door, and instead of waiting for me to step out, he pulled me to him, lifted me effortlessly, and pressed me up against the side of the car. My legs wrapped around his waist, and the kiss he gave me wasn’t gentle, it was rough, starved.By the time we stumbled to the front door, he was fumbling with the keys, growling under his breath in frustration as our mouths refused to part. When the lock finally clicked, we all but tumbled inside, heat, hands, mouths.He didn’t take me to the bedroom.He set me down on the kitchen counter, tearing his shirt over his head and unbuckling his belt in one swift motion. His eyes devoured me as his hands yanked my dress up.“Rip it off,” I gasped, breathless and aching.He didn’t hesitate. The sound of
Last Updated : 2025-05-04
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