The Mafia Boss coaches his enemy's sweet young daughter on how to finish herself.

She cries, "something is happening!"

He watches from the sofa, gripping the arm rest with restraint.

He can't touch her.

It's not right.

She is too vulnerable.

"Perfectly natural, sweet girl. Keep going. Keep going. You'll like it."

She shüddêrs. The feelings building. "Its- It's- It's too much."

He leans forward, heat pulsing through him. "Don't you dare stop. Keep going. Atta girl."

She finishes, and he stands to join her side.

He squats beside her and can't stop himself. He taste her fing3rs.

"While you live under my roof," he says. "You will not let anyone touch you or you'll be mourning them from the banks of the river.”

(Credits to @fablewinkd)