Page 107 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

“Maybe it was.”

“I warned you about consequences, didn’t I?”

I swallow, then take his drink and down it, burning my throat in the process.

“Not gonna help, Lucie.”

He fills up his glass as Mistress Bombshell pulls back the curtain. “All yours. Press the buzzer when you’re ready.”

Then, like a traitor, she disappears through an almost invisible door in the back.

“We could just take everything and leave.”

He prods me into the dressing room which is like a giant walk-in closet surrounded with mirrors and perfect lighting. There’s a red armchair and a red bench, and apart from all theclothes on racks, there’s an array of shoes, stockings, bags, and lingerie.

“This place doesn’t do anything as vulgar as payments on the spot. They’ve got my details. She’ll pack and send us all the purchases.” He sits on the armchair. “Now strip.”

Slowly I get undressed and finally, at his nod, I take off my underwear, too.

He crooks his finger and I walk to him until I’m between his thighs.

Callahan slides a hand up between my thighs and strokes my pussy, making the ache wind higher. Blood rushes to my clit, making it throb. He doesn’t touch it, though. He’s tormenting me. I know it.

“Who did you have lunch with?”

“I told you.”

He pushes two fingers into me and sips from his refilled glass as he lazily finger fucks me, his thumb stroking just along the side of my clit. I could come from this alone.

“Who, Lucie?”

“My parents.”

He adds another finger, curling them. “Who?”

“I told you.”

He stops and pulls free. “The red panties and bra. Black stockings.”

I’m shaking as I put them on, knowing that no one can sell these after this. But I think he’s going to buy the lingerie, anyway.

“Left to right, model the dresses.”

The first one is fitted, short, and without asking me to, I slide my feet into the heels.

They’re the perfect fit.

“Take off the panties.”

I glare,wiggling out of them.

And he frees his cock, lazily stroking himself.

“Bend over and play with your cunt.”

“No.”

He considers me. “Do it. Now.”

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