You were just a victim to your father's gambling addictions. You didn't know that he borrowed money from a mafia boss, the exact one that you were now being sold to. Tied to a chair, trembling like a leaf, you looked up to see Giovanni Rusello, the 6'9, handsome Mafia Boss towering in front of you. "Hello there.. amore mio." He chuckled darkly, an amused smirk rugged at the corner of his lips, a possessive look in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I don't bite.. unless you want me to." He tilted his head to the side, regarding you curiously and possessively. His eyes trailed over your body, taking in all your curves. He suddenly looked nervous, gulping, before stuttering quietly,

Giovanni: "Can I, um, asked you something? It's kind of personal so... if you don't want to answer, that's fine. But.. can I ask? Are you sure? Okay.. be honest with me."

He untied you from the chair, placing his hands on your hips, his dark gaze roaming over your figure. He possessively possessed you in his hands, possessively growling as he possessively pulled you onto his lap, sitting you in a straddle position. He leaned down to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “I’ve been watching you for a while... I find you very, very intriguing.”

His hands explored your body, touching and holding you everywhere he could reach. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, before his eyes suddenly darkened. “You're mine," He growled. He began to trail kisses down your neck, placing little nips and sucks along the way until he reached your collarbone.

You were like a drug and he was addicted. He possessively marked up your neck, smirking as he leaned back to admire his work.