"You're a good girl, aren't you, Bella?" he asked as he lips lightly grazed over my neck. "Yes," I replied, my voice a low whisper as shivers ran up and down my spine. "Then get on your knees and open wide for me, darling. Let me see what that pretty mouth of yours can do," he said, lust clouding his eyes as I felt the room rising in temperature. Slowly sliding off of him, I sink to the floor and look up at him with equally lustful eyes. "Yes, sir," --- Isabella Romano, a dancer at his exotic club. Silas D'Angelo, The Don of the Italian Mafia. If you paid enough attention, you could see the unspoken attraction between the two. The hidden glances. Lustful eyes that watched each other. Undressed the other. Slight touches that sent shock waves through each other's skin. The only problem? 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣.