Ensnared by Mafia, Days and Nights

Henry could see Giselle's inner conflict. He reached out, gently scratching her chin, teasing her like a playful kitten. "I'll control the market. No one will dare to buy this villa," he stated casually, as if discussing what to have for breakfast. The two major issues that had been causing Giselle such headaches seemed to be resolved with just a single sentence!

"Really?" Giselle's eyes lit up as she looked up at Henry, her face breaking into a genuine smile for the first time in front of him. Her dimples softly accentuated her oval face, making her look both innocent and tenderly seductive. Seeing this, Henry's heart trembled violently, the reverberations humming through every vein.

With those bright, shining eyes gazing at him, he felt like he could drown in them willingly, unregretful even if it meant his demise the next second.

Forget a mere piece of property; if she wanted to pluck the stars or scoop up the moon, he would recklessly oblige. Henry held Giselle tightly, burying his head in her neck in a gesture that seemed to want to meld her into himself. The villa was quiet, their breathing intertwined in the still living room, and the atmosphere suddenly turned intimate. "Darling, you're really out to claim my life," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire, his grip intensifying.

Giselle's breathing turned erratic, feeling as if her spine might snap if Henry pressed any harder.

She gently pushed him away, frowning slightly, "You're being too forceful..."

Henry loosened his hold, just in time to catch her expression-her brows knitted, her crimson lips tightly sealed, irresistibly inviting further torment.

Just the thought of it made Henry's body heat up uncontrollably.

His pride in his self-control seemed paper-thin in her presence.

Without waiting any longer, Henry scooped up Giselle and hurried into the elevator, much more impulsive than the previous night, completely driven by instinct.

The elevator ascended swiftly to the third floor. In the confined space, Henry leaned down to seek a kiss from Giselle.

After the intense night before, Giselle dreaded the impending storm and resisted by pushing against Henry's forehead, denying his kiss.

Henry, frustrated, silently watched her.

She avoided his gaze, pouting slightly, "Not tonight, I'm not feeling well."

Ding-

The elevator doors opened, and the lights in the hallway flickered on.

Henry then kissed her forehead, his words carrying a double meaning, "You'll feel better soon."

What followed was relentless forces, crashing over Giselle as Henry swept her up again and again to the orgasm.

Henry, with tense muscles, whispered hoarsely in her ear, "Darling, have my child."

"No..." Giselle moaned in discomfort.

"Listen to me,” Henry's movements intensified, yet his tone was soothing, "Have a child that looks just like you, especially the eyes and nose." As he spoke, his lips brushed against her skin, his canines grazing tenderly, causing her already sensitive skin to tingle intensely.

Giselle's protests were shattered by his actions, turning into breathless gasps.

Her tears slipped out, and Henry kissed them away, coaxing her gently, "Don't cry, darling."

It was some time before the villa quieted down.

The moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains.

Giselle turned her back to Henry, his arm around her waist making her uncomfortable.

Once sure Henry was deeply asleep, she carefully moved his arm and got out of bed to head to the bathroom.

Feeling like she had run a marathon, every muscle in Giselle's body screamed with soreness, yet she managed to move silently.

Familiar with the routine, she found the contraceptive pill and swallowed it, her heart finally steadying.

Henry was nothing but a complete devil, and she was determined not to bear a devil's child!

Giselle tiptoed back to bed, her eyes fixed on the blurry moonlight outside, her mind plotting an escape.