The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal.
My wrists were bound above my head, the leather strap biting into my skin as I struggled uselessly. He circled me, his dark gaze devouring every inch of me.
“You’re trembling,” He said, stopping in front of me, his voice a toxin. “Do you always tremble like this, or is it just when I’m about to ruin you?”
I bit my lip, refusing to answer, though my body betrayed me.
He stepped closer, his hand encircling my throat, the pressure a seductive command. "Speak."
“I… I don’t know,” I stammered, my voice breaking.
“Liar.” His fingers gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You belong to me, don’t you?”
My heart pounded, the words caught in my throat. “I—”
“No hesitation,”
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