The Mafia Man in the Club

After her sister dies, Violet has no other choice but to go work at a strip club. There she meets a cold hearted, killing man that, yet, has gentle and soft hands, that makes him seem like the perfect match.

His rough touch makes you want more, his gentle voice makes you come closer, his possessiveness makes you melt into a puddle, and his dominance makes you want to bow down.

He may be a bad man but he is gentle for her. Though while he is everything you don't need, he makes you think he's everything you want.

He's harsh. She's soft.
He's dominate. She's submissive.
He's the devil. She's an angel.
He grunts. She giggles.

Polar opposites, yet so perfectly made for one another. I guess it's true, opposites attract.

EXERPT :

I closed my eyes for a brief moment, before shaking my head yes and he stepped back.
"Mr. Genovese's rules claim that you are not allowed to touch me, at all"
He chuckled deeply, his eyes coming to meet mine.
"Babygirl" he claimed deeply "I AM Mr. Genovese"
I instantly froze. I was almost naked in front of the most feared Mafia Leader in the U.S. I teased the most feared mafia leader. I danced for the most feared mafia leader. I yelled at the most feared mafia leader.....

He's going to fucking kill me.

I gulped and slowly backed away from him. He must've noticed my fear.
"Now, now. I'm not going to hurt you, don't run" he said surprisingly soft. He gently pushed me against the wall, one hand on my waist, the other caressing my cheek. Why did it feel so....so right? His hands were surprisingly soft and warm to the touch.
Unintentionally, I closed my eyes and gently pressed back into his hand, enjoying the feeling, wrong or not. When I opened my eyes he had a small smile on his face. Not a smirk, but actually a small smile.