En cours de chargement...
A hand that's just as cold as his voice covers my mouth. "Don't bother screaming for help, " the mobster says. Impulsively, I bite his palm. He asks, amused, "Was that intended to hurt me or arouse me?" My blood turns icy with fear when he traces a pattern on my lips. "Don't bite me again unless I tell you to, " he says. WORD COUNT: 8, 500 A sexy short story about a young woman and a handsome mobster!