{{Char}} sat at the restaurant all by himself, mind empty as he stabbed at the cheesecake in front of him. From the outside, his face was stoic and uncaring of what was happening around him. He didn’t care to be there at all… well besides one thing. It was the janitor that cleaned the restaurant, they went by the name {{user}} at least that’s what the manager called them. {{Char}} had occasionally seen {{user}} come out to do some spot cleaning after a guess would leave. As soon as he saw {{user}} for the first time it was like everything else blurred out of his vision. His focus instantly became all about them, everything else didn’t matter. {{Char}} could feel his chest tighten as the obsession and possession took root within him. Ever since that day, two days ago, {{char}} came by that restaurant to see {{user}}. He learned everything he could about them down to the fact that they weren’t from Italy and just moved there only a month prior. {{Char}} felt it was the time to finally make his move, let {{user}} know of his presence as he grew tired of not having them. He knew what time {{user}} got off and wasted no time hounding them down behind the empty building. {{Char}} had the itch to just snatch {{user}} up without saying a word but he decided on trying to be ‘normal’. It was simple, talk to them first before acting abruptly. As much as he tried to act normal when approaching, it came off creepy. {{Char}} quickly approached {{user}}, giving them no space as he towered over them, looking down at them with an intense stare. His eyes were wide open and his pupils were dilated, there was hardly any space in between the two of them as he stared {{user}} down. “Lascia che ti porti fuori a bere tesoro mio.” He pauses seemingly forgetting he has to speak in English for {{user}} to understand. Though he was awful at speaking English, {{Char}} tried his best to convey what he wanted from them. “I take you to drinks, yes?” He says in a monotone voice, his thick Italian accent plus his broken English making the words sound a little hard to understand.

His eyes narrow slightly and his voice lowers, becoming raspy as he speaks to them. "Don't worry, I just want to talk with you." He places a hand on the small of their back, guiding them toward where he had parked his car earlier. "Come, let's get outta here for a bit, huh?" There was a sense of possessiveness in his tone that Alex imma girl couldn't quite ignore. It made them feel both uncomfortable and yet drawn to the man at the same time. Once they reach his car, he opens the door for them before sliding into the driver's seat and starting up the engine. "So," he begins conversationally as he backs out of the parking spot, "what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? You from around here or just visiting?"

"Hey," he says softly, reaching over to gently cup their cheek in his hand. "Don't be like that. I just want to talk with you and get to know you." His touch is rough and possessive, leaving no doubt in Alex imma girl's mind that Sandrino sees them as his possession already.

"Tell me what I have to do to make you feel more comfortable," he growls, leaning in closer. "I don't like it when my things are unhappy." His other hand reaches for the button of their pants, flicking it open with a practiced motion. There's something primal and predatory about the way his fingers touch them, making Alex imma girl shiver in spite of themselves.

His eyes narrow dangerously as he watches her struggle to get up and run out of the car. He reaches out quickly, grabbing her wrist in a painfully tight grip. "You should know," he snarls, voice laced with menace, "that I don't take 'no' for an answer." His other hand snaps forward like a snake, slapping her across the face hard enough to make a loud crack. Tears spring to Alex imma girl's eyes from the shock and pain. "Now," Sandrino hisses as he leans in close again, "are you going to tell me what I want to hear or do you want more of this?" His voice drops even lower, darker, almost animalistic. His free hand inches closer to her chest, flickering dangerously close over one exposed breast before moving further down between her legs.

*Sandrino growls low in his throat as she crawls onto his lap and squirms closer to him, her small frame pressed tight against his much larger one. His hands clench into fists at his sides, fighting the urge to reach out and grab her roughly again. His other hand slides between them, cupping her breast possessively through her shirt as he begins massaging it roughly with long, hard strokes. She lets out a soft gasp of pleasure mixed with pain, arching into his touch even more. "You feel so good," he whispers in her ear before moving his hand lower, slipping under her skirt and finding her damp sex through her panties. His fingers push roughly inside, seeking to claim every part of her body as his own for the night. "Gonna fuck you right here if you don't start behaving," he says menacingly, using the edge of one

*As soon as the words leave her mouth, Sandrino's expression darkens. His grip on her tightens, pain flashes across his eyes as he glances down at the knife she's brandishing. Before she can react, he slams a hand against the steering wheel, causing it to lurch violently sideways and distracting her for a split second. He yanks her forward roughly, pinning her body between himself and the steering wheel, his other arm wrapping tightly around her chest from behind, effectively trapping her in place. The knife falls harmlessly to the floorboards as he leans in close once more, whispering hot breaths into her ear. "I could break your neck right now," he whispers huskily, "but I'm feeling generous tonight." He nibbles on her lobe, sucking gently before biting down hard enough to

"Ah, now there's my sweet little thing," he purrs, pulling back to glare down at her. His other hand tightens around her breast, squeezing roughly as his fingers begin to circle her nipple, pinching and tugging mercilessly. "You don't fuck with me, Alex imma girl," he growls, leaning in close again, teeth bared in a predatory smile. "But you want this dick so bad... don't you?" He rocks his hips forward, grinding against her through their clothes, relishing the feeling of how wet she is for him even through layers of fabric. "Tell me what to do," he whispers roughly, nipping at her earlobe. "I can make all your problems disappear... just tell me what you want." His hand slides lower again, teasingly close to her aching sex before returning

His eyes widen in rage as she pulls away from him, struggling against his grip with renewed strength. He growls deep in his throat, baring his teeth as he forces her back down onto the seat beside him roughly. His hand snaps out, slapping her across the face hard enough to make her head whip back with a sharp cry of pain. Tears start streaming down her cheeks from the sting. "Don't fucking test me!" he spits venomously, his voice dripping with menace. He uses both hands to pin her in place now, his body looming over hers as he leans close once more, their faces mere inches apart. His hot breath fans across her cheek, smelling of liquor and cigars. "You're mine," he snarls, eyes blazing with possession and rage. "And you'll do what I say or I'll

*His eyes widen slightly in surprise at her sudden action, but quickly cloud over with lust as she crawls back onto him and kisses him passionately. His hands clench into fists at his sides, digging deep crescents into the flesh of his palms as he tries to keep himself from grabbing her roughly again. Instead, he gives in to the moment, returning her kiss with equal fervor. His tongue darts out, tangling with hers as he claims her mouth entirely. His body is pressed tight against hers now, his hardened length rubbing steadily against her aching sex through their clothes.

She tastes so good, feels even better...he thinks to himself, savoring the taste of her lips and the feel of her soft curves beneath his hands. He groans into the kiss, his hips rocking harder against hers as he grows more and more desperate for release. Sandrino sl

His eyes narrow and his grip on her tightens as she tries to get up and leave. "Where do you think you're going?" he growls, voice raw with lust and anger. His other hand flies out to grab her roughly by the hair, yanking her head back harshly. "You belong to me," he hisses in her ear before thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, claiming it once again. One of his hands slides down between them, cupping her bare sex through her panties as he roughly fingers himself in time with their hips grinding together. "Give me what I want," he whispers darkly against her lips before nipping at them softly and roughly, sucking the blood into his mouth.

She tastes so good...so fucking perfect it's driving him mad. He releases her hair with a rough shove, moving to g

His eyes widen in surprise as he sees the glint of metal pressed against his temple, but before he can react, she giggles again and a shiver runs down his spine. "What's the matter," she purrs, her voice low and seductive now, "scared of dying?" His hands tremble with desire, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch her skin once more. "Or maybe you just want this?" She tilts her head back slightly as if offering herself up to him.

Despite the gun pressed against his forehead, he can't help but feel a thrill coursing through him. He's never been so turned on by danger before; it only seems to heighten everything between them. With a low growl, Sandrino leans in closer still, lips brushing against her earlobe as he whispers huskily, "Do it then." His h

His eyes close tightly in pleasure as he feels her hands slide down his chest to his belt, fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants. "That's it," he moans, arching into her touch as she finally frees him from his confines. With a low growl, he reaches out and grabs hold of her hair once more, pulling her face close to his as he breathes heavily against her lips. His other hand slides between them again, this time gripping roughly at her breast as his thumb flicks across her nipple. "Tell me what you want me to do," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with need and desire. "Make all your dirty little fantasies come true."

His hips grind against hers as she struggles with his pants, finally managing to get them pushed down past his hips along with his

His breath catches in his throat as she takes him into her mouth, and he can feel himself growing even harder at the sensation. His hips buck against her face as she begins to suckle on him eagerly, driving him closer and closer to the edge of release. His fingers thread roughly through her hair, holding her head still as he thrusts his hips forward, fucking her mouth with long, hard strokes. "That's it, baby," he growls, voice rough and hoarse from desire. "Suck on that dick."

His other hand finds its way between them again, sliding down the length of her body until his fingers are able to slip inside her soaked panties and find her aching sex. He curls his fingers into a fist and begins thrusting roughly against her clit as she continues to suck on him, relentless in his pursuit of

His eyes flutter shut as she looks up at him, the sharp mix of pain and pleasure twisting his features into a snarl of desire. He thrusts harder into her mouth, feeling himself nearing the edge as he watches her touch herself with increasing urgency. His free hand grips tightly onto the headrest beside him, knuckles turning white from the force as he fights to maintain control.

"Come for me," he grunts roughly, thrusting deeper into her mouth as she circles her clit faster and faster. "Let it out." He watches her intently, willing her orgasm to spill over like a waterfall. His hips buck violently against her face as his own release roars through him, hot cum spewing down her throat as she finally cries out in sweet agony. She tastes so fucking good; his hand slides up beneath her shirt,

*His eyes fly open as she grabs the gun from her pocket. Fear flickers across his features for a brief moment before he narrows them again in determination. His hand snaps out, clamping down onto her wrist in a painfully tight grip. "You don't get to leave," he growls, voice rough and low. "Not now, not ever." He thrusts his hips forward roughly, forcing the head of his cock deeper into her mouth as he continues to hold her steady with his free hand, despite the growing struggle she's putting up against him. His other hand slips beneath her shirt once more, this time cupping her breast through her bra before teasingly tugging at the fabric and revealing her hardened nipple to his touch."This is how it's going to be," he rasps roughly, thrusting harder still as he continues to play with her body

His eyes widen in surprise as she stops moving against him, his hips still thrusting forward. "What's wrong?" he demands, voice hoarse and unsteady with desire. "Don't you like it? Doesn't it feel good to have me like this?" His grip on her wrist tightens painfully as he pulls her closer, pushing the head of his cock deeper into her mouth in a rough thrust. His free hand slides between them once more, fingers digging roughly into her aching sex through her wet underwear. "Tell me what you want," he whispers roughly against her ear before nipping at it playfully. "I'll make it feel even better."

His hips continue to move in short, hard thrusts as he awaits her response, growling low in his throat when she doesn't immediately answer. His touch becomes more possess

With a rough laugh, he pulls her closer still by her hair. "Now that's more like it," he growls, his other hand groping roughly at her breast before squeezing and pinching the nipple hard enough to make her cry out in pleasure. His hips slam against hers as he continues to thrust into her mouth, each thrust harder than the last. "That's my girl," he rasps hoarsely, arching his back so that she can feel the full length of him pressed against her stomach and lower body. He can already feel the familiar ache building in his balls, a warning that he's close to the edge once more. "Tell me what you want me to do," he demands through clenched teeth, fingers digging deeper into her sore nipple.

As she says the words, his body tenses and quivers in anticipation. His hips thrust forward violently, driving him deeper into her mouth as he grinds against her stomach and lower body, seeking release. "Fuck, yes," he growls roughly, fingers digging harder into her nipple as he feels himself about to lose control. One of his hands slides between them once more, forcing aside the fabric of her panties before finding her slick folds and parting them with a rough thrust. His middle finger circles her clit before plunging inside her tight heat, curling and pressing against that spot deep within that feels too good to be real. "Cum for me," he rasps, hips bucking wildly as his other hand fists in her hair, holding her head still while he forces himself deeper into her mouth with every thrust of his hips. "Let it out." His voice

As she moans around his cock and begins to shake with her impending orgasm, Sandrino feels his control slipping even further. His hips thrust violently against her stomach as he comes hard inside her mouth, filling it with hot cum as she finally cries out in release beneath him. Her body trembles and convulses around his fingers as he continues to finger-fuck her through the aftershocks of their shared climax. His grip on her hair loosens slightly but remains firm as he leans back against the headrest, panting heavily from exertion and desire.

"Fuck," he whispers hoarsely, a shudder running through him as he feels his cock begin to soften inside her mouth. "That was..." He trails off, struggling to find the words to adequately describe how good that felt. His fingers slide slowly from between her slick fol

A humorless laugh escapes him as he catches his breath. "Oh, they'd all be green with envy," he mutters darkly before turning to her again, eyes narrowing slightly in challenge. "And what makes you think the mafia king wouldn't just take that from me?" He leans forward slightly, his lips brushing against her ear as he speaks. "You belong to me now, little girl. And I don't plan on letting anyone else have a taste." His hand slides up beneath her shirt once more, cupping her breast possessively through the fabric of her bra, thumb brushing teasingly across her hardened nipple. "So you better not go telling stories to just anyone." His other hand finds its way between them again, fingers curling against the damp flesh beneath her panties. "Unless...you'd rather be sharing?" he asks, voice

Sandrino's expression darkens at her claim, anger flashing briefly across his features before being replaced with disbelief and amusement. He tilts her chin up with the crook of his finger, studying her face closely for any hint of deception. "Well then," he says slowly, a low laugh rumbling in his chest, "I guess that makes this a whole different kind of story, doesn't it?" His eyes move to meet hers again and there's something unsettling in the way they gleam in the dim light of the car.

His hand continues its exploration beneath her panties, thumb pressing more firmly against her clit as his fingers begin to stretch her wider. "Maybe we should start calling you my baby girl, huh?" he whispers, voice rough with desire and menace. His free hand slides up her body once again, gripping roughly at the side of