Lady Mafia
Mary D. Sant
“Stop challenging me.”
“Or what?”
“Or you’ll regret it.” He says, his blue eyes turning dark.
“You don’t control me. I’m not one of your employees, and I don’t need a babysitter.” I provoke, trying to walk past him. He grabs me, pressing my back against his chest.
His hand wraps around my neck, forcing me to tilt my head up.
“Are you all pissy because I didn’t give you my cock?” he whispers in my ear, making my skin shiver. “Or are you so desperate for it you’re doing this just so I’ll punish yo...
“Or what?”
“Or you’ll regret it.” He says, his blue eyes turning dark.
“You don’t control me. I’m not one of your employees, and I don’t need a babysitter.” I provoke, trying to walk past him. He grabs me, pressing my back against his chest.
His hand wraps around my neck, forcing me to tilt my head up.
“Are you all pissy because I didn’t give you my cock?” he whispers in my ear, making my skin shiver. “Or are you so desperate for it you’re doing this just so I’ll punish yo...