In writing sexual tension is when two individuals interact and feel sexual desire, yet no sexual activity happens. Sexual tension is more about everything leading up to sex than the actual act of having sex. Dimitri Romano is the definition of sexual tension. The way his veins are perfectly placed in his arms and his tattoos on his body that peek out to say hi every once in a while his dark eyes which Pierces my soul.
I woke up on the floor my face feeling numb from me crying on the floor. My body felt like I've been crushed with emotions and feelings.
I herd a knock on the door and someone came in i recognize him He was Dimitri Romano
"stand up" he demands I comply I get up My head felt like it was dying I lost my footing and started to fall but I didn't hit the floor he caught me
"It hurts" I whine I look at him his face blank of expression He picked me up like a baby with my legs wrapping around his torso He took me to the bed
I laid down
"You'll stay in here for the rest of the day this is a spare room I left a phone on the top drawer if you need to contact me a lady will come up here every hour to see if you need any food and if there an emergency either go outside your door to get one of the guards or scream my name " he explains
My head hurts but I can still understand so I nod
"If we can't get to you I want you to put this tracker in your mouth underneath your tongue don't swallow it" he slips the tracker in my mouth
"If there's no where to run just let them take you" he explains
He's talking about if somebody were to come for me since now affiliated with the mafia now
"Let them take me ? I mean I couldn't put up much a fight but I guess my weight could" I giggle His eyebrows furrow He moves as fast as lighting and grips my throat "Dont think just because your cute i will have sympathy for you your my prisoner so act like it" he growls I don't understand him he is nice one minute and the other he's rather okay to me
" you think I'm cute". I say flabbergasted His phones dings He let go of my throat and takes his phone out his pocket I could see his eyes darken with anger
"I'll be back" he say walking out my room
I felt lonely i actually think i missed him. the way his hand wrapped around my throat the way his fingers linger on my skin
All I can think about is how tight he can squeeze my neck until I pass out How hard he can fill me up with his juices How he would sound when I please him
I sigh I rub my temples I look around this beautiful big room. Everything is brown and black
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"Wow he's rich" I whisper
I mean obviously he's the top mafia leader not only Russia but Russia, Korea, and china
