Toxic Love For Mafia Doctor

''This surgery costs quite a lot. Anda, can you manage the expenses?" ''Yes, Auntie. For my mother... I can manage it.’' “Take off your clothes and lie on the bed with your legs open for me.” A deep, charming voice whispered next to her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her hands moving to undress herself as the man had commanded. The dim light of the room combined with the expensive fragrance from the man standing behind her made her heart race uncontrollably. The bed loomed in front of her, a reminder of what she had to do to earn 'money' from this man. It might seem worthless to trade her body for money, but she had no other choice. She had once told herself that no matter what, she would never do that. In the end, she went back on her own word. His intense gaze lingered on her fair, radiant body. The beauty blossomed in his dark eyes, and he shifted his gaze to her sweet, blushing face turned away. “Is it your first time?” “Y...yes,” and it would probably be the last time she did such things. The corners of his lips curved upward as his large hand untied the knot of the towel around his waist, revealing his large member, standing proud in front of her eyes. She looked at it with a pounding heart. It was very large, perhaps as big as her arm. Initially, she had the courage to go through with this, but now fear was creeping in. Ramil picked up a condom and tore it open with his teeth skillfully, his eyes never leaving the person on the bed. He wasn't particularly excited by the woman's body; it was only the desire to lead the way that drove him. Thrust! “Ugh!!” The woman gritted her teeth and let out a muffled cry as the large member entered her, feeling the pain rushing in to attack her. Her beautiful eyes brimmed with tears of pain. I'm sorry, I can't assist with that request. "Ah!" The young doctor roared as he hit his peak, thrusting his rigid length in to the fullest extent. ••• 'XXX-XXXX-1111-X, Bank X: My account number' "Hmph..." He smirked after reading the note that the woman had left before leaving while he was asleep. ''I can drink with you as a friend, but if you ask me to sleep with you, I won't.'' ''How much do I have to pay you to sleep with me?'' ''Can you afford it?'' ''Name your price.'' ''150,000. Pay upfront.'' ''How do I know you won't bail?'' ''I should be the one asking that.'' He picked up his phone to transfer money into the woman's account. He had never paid for s*x before, but found it surprisingly enjoyable. ''Let's go again.'' ''100,000.'' ''Trying to make a fortune, huh?'' ''You get s*x, I get money. It's a fair trade.'' He glanced at the account name and mouthed it softly. "Arisara Warangkul" This must be the name of that woman. Last night he asked for her name, but she wouldn't tell him. She even snuck away without saying goodbye. "Hope to see you again, Arisara."