Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien

"Please open up," he commanded, and without hesitation, I complied. He then verified if I had吞咽了, his gaze intensifying with approval. "Very well done, my dear." My cheeks flushed at the compliment as I gently bit my lip, savoring the sense of fulfillment from his praise. He watched me with rapt attention as I did so. "What would you like to express, my pet?" he asked, softly running his fingers through my hair. "Thank you, Master," I whispered, feeling a mix of shyness and surrender. At this point, I realized there was no turning back; the sensation of being guided was far too pleasurable for me to resist. He holds an unquenchable desire for me, one that even transcends the boundaries of the world itself.