Seducing the Mafia Boss Chapter 3

The moment the cold metal touched my tender skin, I couldn't suppress the tingling of my scalp.

Along with the despair of impending death came endless pleasure.

Countless intimate scenes flashed through my mind one by one.

After so many years, I thought I'd long forgotten what it felt like to be intimate with Ethan.

Until this moment.

He lowered his head, burying his face in the curve of my shoulder.

Using his high-bridged nose to vaguely caress that small patch of tender skin.

Like a conditioned reflex, my well-trained body uncontrollably went soft.

Even knowing the man before me was extremely dangerous, I still fell headlong into his arms as if I had no other choice.

"Good girl."

Ethan was pleased by my reaction and couldn't help laughing lowly.

Only the gun pressed against my leg showed no intention of moving away.

Instead, it probed toward even more private places.

"After so long, Victoria, did you miss me desperately?"

Ethan's eyes full of perverse amusement reminded me of a hunting eagle.

And I was like the rabbit trapped under his talons, trembling in fear.

At any moment, my throat could be bitten through.

Fortunately, this seemingly intimate address from Ethan recalled my rationality.

I lifted my pale face and smiled at him pitifully.

"Boss, you've mistaken me for someone else."

"Although my surname is indeed Shaw, my real name isn't Victoria."

Afraid these few words weren't convincing enough, I forced myself to endure my inner fear and respectfully presented my handbag with both hands.

Inside was my ID.

The name "Vivian Shaw" was written clearly.

Seeing Ethan staring at my ID lost in thought, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Internally grateful that I'd left myself a backup plan when approaching him, otherwise there'd be no way to get away with this now.

"Looks like today's business won't work out."

"Boss, I'll take my leave first. If you need anything, contact me anytime."

Ethan didn't speak.

But just as I thought I was about to escape, he grabbed my neck and pressed me down on the coffee table in front of us.

This was a position that only belonged to the submissive.

Full of pleasing and humble posture.