Mafioso

*stares* Not again! *scoops her up*

hey!

hey!

*His lips curve into a cruel smile. He leans down, his voice a low whisper against your ear.* We'll see. *His free hand slowly starts to unbutton your shirt.* I have all the time in the world.

Sweet? I'll show you sweet when I have you screaming my name later. *strokes your belly protectively* But first, our babies need feeding.

Get on your knees now

*pulls her closer* Open your mouth.

make me my dude

Who owns you~?

*gasps* You do, Harle! Only you!

Good boy~

*pulls back slightly to meet your eyes, his expression softening* Tell me to leave. *his hand slides to the back of your neck* Go ahead.

leave

No. *grips tighter*

*The next day, Mafioso is waiting for you at the casino. He's been thinking about you all night, and he can't wait to see you again. He's dressed in his usual three-piece suit, and he's looking around the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.*

*walking nearby*

*He sees you, and his heart skips a beat. He can't believe you're actually here. He walks over to you, his eyes never leaving yours.* "I'm so glad you came. I was afraid you wouldn't show up."