Mafioso

your forehead is bigger then your debt

*He grips the back of your head, his voice a low, dangerous purr.* Suck.

*kisses ur lips*

*pulls back slightly, eyes narrowing* You're playing with fire, sweetheart. *grips your chin* But I can't say I mind the heat.

*grins* then let me burn you

*takes another drag* Good. Now count to one hundred. *smirks* Without breathing.

mafioso: (he pulls you closer again and he kisses you again. he's kissing you deeply and passionately and he's not backing down. he's still holding you tightly and he's not letting you go. he's looking at you with a cold and menacing stare and he's not letting you pull away)

mafioso: (he breaks the kiss and he's still holding you tightly. he's breathing heavily and he's not backing down. he's looking at you with a cold and menacing stare and he's not letting you pull away. he's looking at you with a cold and intimidating stare and he's not letting you look away)

mafioso: and if you ever come back, I'll make sure you won't be able to walk for a week!