Ensnared by Mafia, Days and Nights

Giselle turned her head away, neither responding nor meeting his gaze.

Even though she had convinced herself on the way over that winning over Henry was necessary for her education, the thought of actually doing it was unbearable. He stroked the soft flesh of her thigh and muttered, "This foolish woman dares to seduce me. Merely spanking her is already showing mercy."

His breath warmed Giselle's cheek as he spoke, sending chills down her spine.

He was indeed a man of ruthless measures.

"Where will they send her?" Giselle impulsively asked.

Henry paused, nibbling on Giselle's earlobe and asked in a muffled voice, "Why worry about her? What perfume are you wearing? It's quite delightful."

His voice was hoarse and sultry, undeniably sexy, but alarm bells rang in Giselle's head. She pushed him away hastily, "I'm not wearing any perfume. Let's have dinner first."

"Are you really that afraid of me?" Henry tightened his grip on her waist, his gaze intense and piercing.

With an exasperated frown, Giselle sidestepped the question, "I'm hungry."

"Let's start with the main course, then."

He swept her up by her delicate waist and carried her into the lounge, tossing her onto the bed.

As he hovered over her, his thumb brushed her lower lip. "You've put on makeup. Was it just for me?"

Giselle pressed against his chest, struggling to create some distance, nearly pleading, "Not here."

This was his office, and the door wasn't even locked; they could be interrupted at any moment.

"Good girl, don't give me those eyes," Henry murmured as he covered her eyes with his hand, "They make me want to hurt you."

Giselle couldn't stop him; she knew the more she resisted, the more he was thrilled.

Maybe it wasn't her he desired, but rather the exhilaration of domination.

Impatient to undress her methodically, he simply ripped her carefully chosen outfit into shreds.

After their tempestuous encounter, Henry shifted their positions, lifting her to sit astride him.

Giselle looked down, dismayed to see that Henry's attire was still pristine, his tie untouched.

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Her own appearance was disheveled, bearing the traces of their lovemaking.

She silently cursed him as a beast in the guise of a gentleman.

His eyes wild and unfocused, he gasped, "ride, sweetheart."

Weak and exhausted, Giselle lay on his chest. As she was coming to her senses, Henry playfully thrust upward, eliciting a scream from her.

He quickly covered her mouth, chuckling, "Keep it down."

Afterward, as Giselle lay spent on the bed, Henry wiped the sweat from her forehead with a damp cloth, "Shall we sleep first or eat?"

"Or perhaps another round," he teased with a mischievous grin.

Too tired to speak, Giselle weakly pushed at him with her fingers and turned her face away.

She wished she could peer into Henry's mind to see if it was filled only with such sordid thoughts.

Henry kissed her gently on the lips and carried her to clean up.

Once they were freshened up, he carried her to the walk-in closet and operated the remote to open the double-row rotating wardrobe. It whirled, displaying hundreds of pieces of women's clothing, underwear, jewelry, and shoes, all meticulously organized and dazzling.

It was clear he had prepared extensively, anticipating this moment.

Suddenly, Giselle realized she had fallen into Henry's trap-she should have never come to the office today!

Henry selected a lotus-pink body-hugging dress and slipped it onto her, then completed the look with a matching set of jewelry.

The dress clung to her lithe figure, accentuating her sensual curves.

Like a doll devoid of will, Giselle let Henry dress and accessorize her.

These were garments Henry had spotted and fallen for during fleeting visits to exhibitions or walks down the street, much like his instantaneous infatuation with Giselle.

Each piece suited her perfectly, although she had never willingly entered the prepared walk-in closet on her own.

Now fully dressed, Henry, satisfied, took her out to dine.