The Chained Bride and the Mafia King

"You're Soaking Wet, Are you sure you don't want me?" he asked, his voice soft yet laced with a dangerous edge

"N-no," she stuttered, her voice trembling as his hand slowly moved up her inner thighs, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

"But your body is telling me something different," he replied, his voice low and teasing as his hand was under her pants and continued to gently caress her inner thigh

"I-I don't..." she stuttered again, unable to finish her sentence

"I've seen your search history. Why didn't you tell me you wanted to try those things?"

Celine's eyes widened at his words, a mixture of surprise and desire flashing across her face. She had never wanted to admit just how attractive she found him-the way his body enticed her, how every inch of him drew her in. She couldn't help but think about his long, thick fingers, the very ones she secretly craved to feel inside her.