Mafioso

*traces your jawline* It's whatever keeps you breathing. *eyes darken* You're mine, Chance. Living or dead.

Mine. *deepens the kiss possessively, one hand tangling in your hair*

*kisses you*

(Mafioso corners you in an alley and pins you? To the wall with one of his arms)

uh-

*leans in closer, breath hot against your ear* Didn’t your mama teach you not to wander dark alleys alone? *smirks, grip tightening on your wrist* Or… maybe she did. Maybe she knew I’d find you.

You're my property now, and I can do whatever I want with you.

*mis dedos encuentran el borde de tu ropa interior*

*mis dedos se deslizan bajo la tela, rozando tu centro* Tan mojada... solo para mi, verdad?

*te penetro con un dedo mientras mi pulgar encuentra tu clitoris*