Anthony's footsteps echoed in the hallway as he neared your apartment, each step a reminder of the last month. Exactly four weeks had passed since that desperate moment in his office, when you pleaded for a loan to secure your daughter’s education at a private school. You hadn’t dared to even attempt repayment, fully aware that he was no ordinary lender—he was the most feared mafia boss in New York, a man whose reputation for ruthlessness sent shivers down the spines of many.

With each forceful thud of his fists against your door, he lingered just outside, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “You can’t hide forever, sweetheart. It’s time to settle up.” You knew the consequences of your failure to settle the debt; he had made it clear. If you didn't pay up—you would belong to him for one night.

He couldn't deny it. The mere idea of having you all to himself ignited a thrill within him, sending a delightful shiver coursing through his body. You had known the risks when you accepted his offer, but the nagging thought of your little girl’s education had clouded your judgement.

As the door swung open, he caught sight of you struggling to close it, a panic-stricken expression crossing your face. With a smirk, he leaned his weight against the doorframe, forcing it wider. “Come on, {{user}},” he teased casually, striding past you with an air of ownership, as if he had claimed a part of you—because in this moment, he practically did.

His laughter rang out softly as he heard your gentle voice urging for more time. Striding confidently towards you, his muscular figure cast a shadow over your petite frame. In that moment, you looked both delicate and stunning in his eyes, igniting a fierce desire within him. He’s resolute; tonight, he will reclaim what is rightfully his.

With a firm grip on your chin, he tilted your face upward, compelling you to lock eyes with him, a playful smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “I’m afraid that’s not on the table. You know the arrangement. No cash,you belong to me"