Ensnared by Mafia, Days and Nights

Henry's lust flared as Giselle Lambert teased him with her reluctant yet inviting demeanor.

He traced her lips with his tongue, whispering, "Don't be scared, nobody's watching."

After exiting the elevator, Henry could hardly wait. He scooped Giselle up and rushed towards his silver G65, where Assistant Cooper was already holding the door open for them. Henry quickly bundled Giselle into the car and slid in beside her.

Once the privacy partition was up, the driver started the vehicle.

Trapping Giselle between himself and the window, Henry cradled her chin. Her chin was delicate and perfectly rounded, resembling a fine piece of jade, delightful to touch. To Henry, Giselle was a treasure through and through.

He played with her chin for a while, then cherished a gentle kiss there.

Her low moan switched something on; Giselle shivered and pushed against him, whispering urgently, "Not here..."

Before she could finish, Henry had already unzipped her jeans and ventured deeper.

Henry knew her body better than she knew herself, finding her sensitive spots effortlessly, making her body suddenly shaken.

"You... don't..." she managed to suppress her moans, whispering barely above a breath.

Mischievously, Henry flicked his finger, nibbling her earlobe, his voice muffled, "Don't what? Hmm?"

Despite the smooth driving, Giselle still felt the bumps-unexpected for the G65's renowned suspension.

She really didn't want to continue in the car and added, "If we do this here... I won't have the energy to get your gift later."

"It's okay," Henry continued teasing her, "I'll get it tomorrow then."

"Not giving it tomorrow either!" she pouted cutely.

"What's the gift?" he asked, his hands growing bolder by the second.

Her breathing was soft, like a kitten's mew, shy and modest even at her most sensitive moments.

It was precisely this mix of bashfulness and trepidation that provoked the strongest response from Henry.

"Let me go, and I'll tell you."

Guided by her, Henry reluctantly pulled away, his voice raspy with restraint, "Tell me."

Giselle took a moment to catch her breath and straighten her clothes, then revealed, "I was planning to show you a dance I've been perfecting. My coach thinks I've improved a lot, and I wanted to perform it just for you." Henry adored watching her dance; her movements were graceful and elegant, like an exquisite swan.

The first time he saw her on stage, he fell in love with her radiant performance.

For that dance, Henry was willing to wait, no matter the desire within him. He sat up straight, his expression calm and collected.

He looked every inch the gentleman... if one ignored his still evident desire.

He pressed the button to lower the partition and instructed the driver, "Drive a bit faster."

The driver, skilled and understanding, increased the speed, and they soon arrived at the estate.

Henry eagerly led Giselle into the mansion and took the elevator directly to the third floor.

The entire third floor comprised only two rooms: the master bedroom and Giselle's dance studio.

Giselle let go of Henry's hand and headed towards the dressing room. "Go wait in the dance studio, I need to change."

"Alright," Henry nodded but followed her into the dressing room anyway.

Giselle pushed him gently, "Why are you coming in?"

With his arms crossed, Henry leaned casually against the wall, clearly intending to stay and watch.

"Get out," Giselle urged from the side.

But Henry stood firm, unyielding like a mountain.

Despite her attempts to push him out, he showed no intention of leaving.

Left with no choice, Giselle grabbed a dance skirt from the wardrobe and dashed out, saying, "If you won't go, I will!"

Slightly miffed, she ran into the dance studio and slammed the door shut, locking Henry out.

Amused by the situation, Henry stood outside the door, laughing for a while before Giselle finally opened it.