Ensnared by Mafia, Days and Nights

Gently, he eased Giselle out of her high heels and positioned her on the bed in a seductive, reclining pose before standing to tower over her.

The curtains were left open, and the moonlight spilled in, casting her pale skin in a silvery glow that made her look like a piece of art displayed in a glass cabinet. "You look beautiful," he said, his voice calm and devoid of desire, as if he were admiring her through glass.

Yet, as Giselle glanced aside, an unmistakable bulge audaciously announced its presence, loudly proclaiming itself.

Henry leaned in, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "No wonder he's been eyeing you. Have you two slept together?"

The jealousy that had brewed half a month ago only surfaced now, sour enough to sting.

Henry knew the situation well but continued to probe her repeatedly, intending to demean the relationship she had with Chase. She chose to remain silent.

What Giselle didn't realize was that her avoidance only deepened Henry's paranoia.

He pressed the remote, and both the curtains and doors closed simultaneously, shrouding the room in darkness.

A warm, dry palm then covered her eyes.

Click-

Henry flicked on the main light, and brightness flooded the room instantly.

Thankfully, with his palm shielding her eyes, Giselle merely squinted, quickly adjusting to the light.

The harsh, overhead light rendered her skin almost translucent, her blue veins and seductive collarbone starkly visible to Henry.

His Adam's apple moved subtly, yet he spoke deliberately, "Answer me."

Giselle turned her face away, stiffly changing the subject, "I will draft a promissory note for the money I borrow tonight and pay you back gradually."

This statement acted like a rest in a musical score, easing Henry's tense emotions.

He chuckled softly, pressing his body lightly against hers while supporting himself on one hand on the bedsheet, keeping an ideal distance between them.

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"Do you think I really need that ten million?" Henry lifted his eyelid and stared at her intently.

Her tone earnest, Giselle replied, "It's my debt to you, and I intend to repay it."

"Why not repay me in another way?" Henry's eyes narrowed menacingly, his gaze predatory as if he were a fierce beast in the wild eyeing its prey, utterly determined.

His hand settled on her soft waist, suggestively squeezing the soft flesh there, "You know, money is the least of my concerns, right?"

He paused briefly, then leaned down to gently kiss her slightly raised collarbone, grazing it with his teeth before his hand climbed upwards to cup her soft breasts.

Giselle's chin tickled from her short hair, and she uncomfortably twisted her neck.

"Rip-"

Her dance skirt was violently torn open, leaving her completely rigid, as if frozen.

Henry cradled her legs, caressing every inch of her calves tenderly, his hands tracing upward along the inside of her leg, outlining her curves.

His fingers paused at a sensitive spot, then expertly moved deeper.

His gaze, full of dark amusement, watched Giselle's expressions, like a fierce alpha wolf watching a lamb's final struggle.

Henry was dressed in a well-tailored black silk shirt, the sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows, his dark red tie held in place by a silver tie clip, exuding an aura of elegant nobility. In stark contrast, Giselle was completely bare, vulnerable like a peeled egg, her delicate skin easily marred.

She seemed choked, her body shaking uncontrollably, yet her eyes defiantly met Henry's.

He leaned in close, placing a tender kiss on her lips, his breaths short and heavy: "Baby, when you look at me like that, I just can't hold myself back." Henry grasped Giselle's hand, pressing something that clicked-the metallic buckle of his belt.

His fingers withdrew from her body, replaced by something bigger.

He leaned down for a kiss, each movement more forceful than the last, yet his voice remained gentle as he repeatedly asked, "Can't you forget him?"

At first, Giselle could endure it, biting her lower lip silently, refusing to respond to his questions.

Frustrated by the lack of answers, Henry questioned her over and over like a man possessed, each query making his actions rougher.