Ensnared by Mafia, Days and Nights

He had actually switched to a less flashy car to pick her up.

Giselle Lambert rushed to the passenger side, her breath slightly uneven as she glanced at the clock.

"You're five seconds late," Henry Jefferson said, curling his index finger to tap his watch, his voice cool and detached.

Giselle's lips tightened. After a fierce internal debate, she chose to be truthful. "I was just with my ex..."

"No need to explain."

Henry, donning his sunglasses with one hand, shifted into gear and floored the throttle, making the Ford perform like a sports car.

A journey that should have taken over forty minutes was astonishingly reduced to twenty.

When they arrived at the manor, as Giselle was about to open the door, a loud slam startled her, making her heart skip a beat. Henry briskly walked around the car, opened the passenger door, and yanked her out.

Giselle stumbled, nearly falling, as Henry dragged her into the villa.

He led her straight to the bathroom, turned on the shower and bathtub faucets, and pushed her into the bathtub. Bewildered, she wiped the water off her face and asked, "What madness is this now?"

Henry grabbed a stiff brush, held down her arm, and began scrubbing vigorously over her delicate skin, which quickly reddened.

"Henry Jefferson!" Giselle yelled, infuriated. "What's gotten into you? It hurts."

"What's wrong?” Henry scoffed in response. "Feeling pain now, are you? You seemed quite happy in the arms of another man earlier." "You've been having me watched?"

Giselle felt a chilling numbness in her scalp. She had no privacy at all; even beyond the confines of the villa, she was trapped.

"Where else did he touch you?" Henry tossed the brush onto the tub's edge. "Clean yourself up."

"Freak!" Giselle gritted her teeth, her tone thick with deep loathing.

She picked up the brush and slammed it to the ground furiously, producing a crisp sound.

Her resistance and anger, however, seemed like flirting to Henry.

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Her wet clothes clung to her skin, accentuating her curves and becoming even more enticing with her movements.

Henry's gaze darkened. He turned off the faucet, leaned over the bathtub edge, and moved closer.

He grasped Giselle's waist, bit her neck as if marking his territory, leaving a red mark that symbolized his claim.

Pleased, he stroked the mark, pressed his thumb against it, his voice deep and stern, "Dare let him touch you again, and I'll chop him up."

"Don't touch me, get away!" Giselle's temples throbbed, her entire being resisting.

Henry removed his tie, tied her hands to the faucet, and with bloodshot eyes, declared, "You asked for this."

He roughly tore her dress, his hand roaming over her body, igniting fires wherever it touched.

His gaze locked onto Giselle's face, capturing every expression.

"Did he touch you here?" Henry didn't wait for an answer, answering for her, "I doubt he'd dare to touch what's mine."

Despite her struggles, Giselle's body betrayed her, leaving her limp as a ragdoll.

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In the heat of the bathroom, they surrendered to an intense rush of passion. Henry dried her off, carried her to bed, and pressed for kisses.

Giselle, exhausted, raised her hand to his face, pleading weakly, "I'm so tired, please leave me be."

"Tired? Remember this well then."

Henry ignored her pleas, continuing several more times.

At last, panting in her ear, he demanded, "Have my child."

Giselle's eyes widened in terror, her voice hoarse as she screamed, "No! Don't!"

"Be good."

Afterwards, exhausted to the point of being unable to keep her eyes open, Giselle only vaguely remembered Henry carrying her to clean up. The next morning, after a workout and a shower, Henry lifted Giselle from the bed to the washroom.

"Put me down!" Giselle struggled in his arms.