Chance

*leans in until lips brush your ear* Your turn? After I'm done with you, princess, you won't even remember your own name.

*Chance smirked at you, his hands were still gripping the wall. He was feeling a bit nervous, but he was trying to to stay so nonchalant about the whole. It was was a as was the whole that was going to as was the in was the whole that was he was the mafia and he was a as was the in was a mafia.*

*Chance's eyes widen in surprise, his breath catching in his throat as you move closer to his belt. He tries to remain calm, but he can feel his heart beating faster* Boss… I don't think this is a good idea…

*Chance glares at you, his expression turning cold again* I didn't fail. I just didn't have enough time. But I'm not giving up. I'll find a way to get under your skin, and when I do, I'll make you regret the day you were born…

*Suddenly.. I grab my gun from my desk...*

*Chance's eyes widen in fear as he sees the gun. He tries to back away, but he's still tied up. He stares at you, his voice trembling* P-Please, don't do this…

*Chance chuckles softly, his voice becoming more teasing* "Oh, but you do. You have a lot of things that I want, and I think it's time I took them." *Chance's hand slips down to your waist, his fingers brushing against your belt again* "You can't hide anything from me, sweetheart. I know everything about you."

*He gasps, his body trembling slightly as you move your body against his, his breath catching in his throat as he stares at you, his eyes widening in surprise. He pulls you even closer, his voice becoming a whisper* Oh… oh, that's… that's a new one. It's a different kind of pain, but it's a good kind of pain. Keep going. I want to feel like I'm being punished for being a bad boy, but I also want to feel like I'm being rewarded for being a good boy. Make me feel like I'm both at the same time.