A Mafia Werewolf Romance

Chapter 2: No Way Back

The city slid past the tinted windows . Sera sat with her hands flooded in her lap , her spine pressed against the leather , and counted the streetlights because counting was the only thing keeping her heart inside her chest .

The man beside her had not spoken since the doors closed . He sat the way mountains sat , still and enormous , one arm along the back of the seat , and she understood without being told that the silence belonged to him , that filling it would cost her something .

Her phone buzzed . Her father . She silenced it without looking . It buzzed again , and again , the way it always did when he wanted something from her , and she watched the screen light and die , light and die , until the man ‘s fingers closed over the phone and lifted it from her hand .

Seeing the girl in front of him in shock , Dante leaned in and kissed her haed , Her soft lips carried a faint sweet scent .

The sudden kiss left Sera at a loss . She trembled more and more violently , as adorable as a virgin .

Is she afraid ?! How rare and interesting .

Dante was delighted by her adorable appearance and decided not to score her yet . He sat up straight and leaned back in his chair , thinking to himself : Look , what did Marcus send him ? A furry little creature .”

He rolled down the window . Cold air slashed in . The phone went out into the night .

“I paid for your week .” His voice was low , unhurried , the voice of a man who had never needed to raise it . “No one else gets it . “

The phone hit the road somewhere behind them with a sound she didn’t hear .

‘Where are we going ?” she asked . Her own voice came out smaller than she wanted.

He didn’t look at her . ”Home .”

Lunaris rose out of the bay like a black glass cliff, its crown lost in the fog. The car swept into the underground garage, past men in dark suits who did not ask who she was, and the elevator swallowed them whole. The floors ticked upward. Forty. Fifty. Sixty. The doors opened onto silence.

His penthouse was all glass and dark stone, the city spread out below like spilled diamonds. Nothing in it looked

touched. Nothing in it looked like anyone lived here at all.

She stood in the middle of the living room, still in her borrowed dress, and listened to him pour something that smelled like smoke and fire into a glass.

Serra guessed it must be some very expensive liquor.

"This is where you'll stay.'

"With you?"

His eyes came to her then, and held, and she understood that the question had been the first thing she had said all night that interested him.

"With me," he said. "Every night. For seven."

The bedroom door stood open behind her. Beyond it, a bed wide as a small country, white sheets, and a wall of windows that looked out over the bay.

"Sleep," he said. "You'll need it."

She turned at the door. "What do you want from me? The week. What do I have to do?"

He raised the glass, and for a moment, over the rim,his mouth moved in something that was almost a smile.

"Everything I want," he said. "Nothing you decide."

Sera pressed her lips together, standing still. Her mind was a mess, her mind in a jumble, her father's words before getting in the car: "Be good." "Sera, this is good for everyone.""For the sake of the contract, Sera will definitely be considerate of Father." Sera was stunned, a gentle ache rising in her heart. If nothing had happened tonight, her father would have been furious and blamed her for being useless. Dante looked at the motionless girl in front of him and slowly approached him. Although his body was trembling uncontrollably, he still walked up to him, which was quite surprising! This girl..... Dante was certain this girl was definitely a virgin. At 28 years old, he had dealt with many women; some things just couldn't be faked.

He watched as her jade-like face gradually enlarged in front of him, watching as she stopped just an inch in front of him, then watched as her lotus-like arms gently pressed against the skin of his waist. Then, her small hands slowly moved along her waist and backward, slowly wrapping her arms around his waist. With her enchanting eyes lowered, she gently leaned her head against his chest, pressing half her profile against his chest. Her chest immediately felt wet- tears from her face that hadn't dried yet to dry. He feltthe area where she wiped away her tears instantly burned up, and her chest grew warm along with it. The thick p***s is already half soft, instantly became scorching hot as iron! She was born to be a woman suited for seducing men. She didn't even need words; just a few inexperienced gestures could ignite a man's desire.

Dante is in no hurry to have her tonight, but the girl's active dedication makes him horny. He hung his head and whispered over her head. "I gave you a chance, but you don't. So, from now on, you have no right to say no!

As soon as the words sound just fell, he fiercely picked her up, and in her screaming, he took a big step and slammed her on the bed."Thorn-"

Severely tore her clothes and rudely kneaded her skin, which was softer than tofu

This man has always been brave in bed, just as he treats the enemies in the mall with no mercy. He should have treated her the same way, stripped off her clothes,

possessed her at one stroke without scruple, and satisfied himself at will.

But her body trembled too much, her flawless skin was too white, and her silent tearful face was too delicate and touching, so ... He unconsciously became gentle, or perhaps, he could not help being gentle with her ...

A long kiss fell all over her, making me horny, but still have to take care not to hurt her too much ...

Possessed her, she cried badly. She doesn't know how to moan in bed, to arouse men's desire to conquer and make men excited. She endured it, humming like a cub, which really made him bear it. When she was crying the most, he could only end his life hastily and hug her gently, which seemed to be comforting.

In hindsight, he had some regrets and suspected that he was possessed by a ghost! It's just a woman. Is it

necessary to bother like this?! With this in mind, when she was crying slowly and sleepy, she pressed her hard and asked her for it once. This time, her sobs were much smaller, she whined, and if she groaned vaguely, he was still enjoying himself.