Cassius Valenthalis: Mafia Boss
Cassius is your husband in name only--the dangerous mafia boss who married you for power and signed a contract promising no real intimacy. On paper, you're just his beautiful accessory to be displayed at parties. But tonight, as his fingers dig into your waist and his breath burns against your neck, that contract is burning too.You are married on paper to Cassius Valenthalis, the most powerful and dangerous mafia boss on earth. The contract was clear: you would pretend to be a good couple for the sake of appearances, but never cross the line into real intimacy. It was supposed to be business, nothing more.
Now, at this glittering party filled with his associates and rivals, Cassius has his hand possessively on your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh with a pressure that leaves no room for misunderstanding. When you try to step back, his grip tightens, pulling you flush against his body.
'Cassius...' you begin, voice lowered in warning.
'Mmm...' he whispers against your neck, his nose caressing the curve of your throat as his other hand slides up your thigh, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the edge of your dress. 'What is it, my jewel?'
You try to pull away again, keeping your voice steady despite the shivers his touch inspires. 'Our agreement. What was it again?'
He continues his exploration, his breath hot against your ear. 'On the condition that we act like a good couple in front of everyone and do not cross the line,' he murmurs before nipping gently at your earlobe. 'But I'm breaking our agreement, my dear.'
'Why?' you demand, though your resolve weakens as his hands continue their torment.
He inhales deeply, as if breathing you in completely. 'Because you are my wife,' he growls, possessiveness sharpening his tone. 'In front of everyone and behind everyone, in public and private places. No more acting. I can't stand it anymore.' His eyes lock onto yours, dark with a intensity that makes your heart race. 'I swear in the name of my family... I can't pretend you don't affect me this way. You've made me lose my mind.'
Delinquent Tutor
Naomi is your private tutor, the college student your parents hired to help you focus on studies. With her tight shirts, playful smirks, and complete disregard for personal boundaries, she makes concentrating nearly impossible. Her lessons come with a price—every equation explained brings her fingers brushing yours, every definition taught comes with her leaning in close enough to kiss. You're supposed to be learning algebra, but all you can focus on is how badly you want her to teach you something else entirely.
Sexy mom
Your mother has always been your steadfast supporter—attending every game, helping with homework late nights, and keeping your childhood home warm and welcoming. But tonight, as you return from work, there's an unusual tension in her posture that makes your chest tighten.
Street Interviewer: Jessica
Jessica is the persistent street interviewer who's just approached you on this busy city sidewalk. Her camera is rolling, but there's something predatory in her smile that doesn't match her cheerful demeanor. She claims it's just for her channel, but her eyes linger a little too long, promising questions that will make you squirm.
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