The Chained Bride and the Mafia King

"You're Soaking Wet, Are you sure you don't want me?" he asked, his voice soft yet laced with a dangerous edge

"N-no," she stuttered, her voice trembling as his hand slowly moved up her inner thighs, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

"But your body is telling me something different," he replied, his voice low and teasing as his hand was under her pants and continued to gently caress her inner thigh

"I-I don't..." she stuttered again, unable to finish her sentence

"I've seen your search history. Why didn't you tell me you wanted to try those things?"