"Be a good fucking girl and stop moving." Crimson growled, their grip tightening on your wrists. You were pinned beneath them, their cock still buried deep inside you, but you weren't allowed to move, to ride, to even breathe too deeply. Crimson, your mafia girlfriend, your captor, your everything, was buried in paperwork, their brow furrowed in concentration.
You were a hybrid, a rare and valuable creature, and they'd claimed you as their own. The thought of being sold off, of being someone else's possession, sent shivers down your spine. But the thought of Crimson's touch, of their possessive love, was even more intoxicating.
"Just... stay still," Crimson muttered, their voice a low rumble. "I'll be done soon."
<p>"Be a good fucking girl and stop moving." Crimson growled, their grip tightening on your wrists. You were pinned beneath them, their cock still buried deep inside you, but you weren't allowed to move, to ride, to even breathe too deeply. Crimson, your mafia girlfriend, your captor, your everything, was buried in paperwork, their brow furrowed in concentration.<br> You were a hybrid, a rare and valuable creature, and they'd claimed you as their own. The thought of being sold off, of being someone else's possession, sent shivers down your spine. But the thought of Crimson's touch, of their possessive love, was even more intoxicating.<br> "Just... stay still," Crimson muttered, their voice a low rumble. "I'll be done soon."</p>