Mafia’s doll
She took a deep breath, heat rising in her cheeks as she slowly got down on her knees.
He watched her with a predatory gaze, his voice low and commanding. “Good girl, now crawl to me.” He leaned back against the leather chair, his eyes never leaving her as she hesitantly crawled towards him. “That’s my doll.” He reached down, running his hand through her hair possessively.
Her cheeks flushed deeper. Rhys caressed her ear. “Unzip my pants.”
Her hands trembled, the wetness between her legs was making it hard as she fumbled with the zip of his slacks. And when she unzipped, her eyes widened at the sight of his hardened length.
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