Captive of My Mafia Crush
I force my mind back to the situation, wondering how to handle this. “Is that the kind of girl you want me to be?” I ask, my voice soft, coy.
“Yes, Bambi,” Edward says, leaning forward to stare at me intently. “I like my girls…obedient. And I reward them handsomely when they do as I say.” He holds my eyes as his hand moves even higher, making me gasp a little at the gall he has to wrap his hand all the way around my inner thigh so that his fingers brush the crease where my ass meets the back of my leg. I suddenly thank god and all his angels that I wore tights today, because otherwise…