The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit
Isadora whimpered softly, her body shivering uncontrollably.
Caterina just smiled, smoothing her palm down her side like she was calming a skittish animal.
“What about you?” she asked, her voice dropping softer. “Were you with someone before my brother decided to steal you away?”
Isadora licked her cracked lips, her breath trembling.
“I mean… no,” she rasped. “I didn’t go willingly.”
Caterina barked out a laugh, squeezing her gently.
“Yeah, no shit,” she said affectionately. “Unless you have some secret kink for kidnapping.”