THE MAFIA'S PET

Damien's night had been a grueling one. The brutal fight with Dimitri's gang still lingered in his muscles, but the victory was sweet. His territory was secure, and his reputation was solidified. Now, he needed a distraction, a way to unwind and shake off the adrenaline. He wasn't the clubbing type, but tonight, he made an exception. The secluded club was one of the city's best-kept secrets, and he'd heard whispers about its exclusive private rooms. Damien's eyes scanned the crowded space, the air thick with sweat and alcohol. He spotted the club worker and requested a private room with a stripper. The worker led him to a luxurious room, dimly lit with soft music playing in the background. Damien waited, his eyes fixed on the door, anticipating the stripper's arrival. A few minutes passed, and then, she walked in. The young woman was stunning – slender, fair, and sexy. Her piercing green eyes locked onto Damien's as she circled the pole, her movements fluid and seductive. Damien's gaze roamed over her body, his eyes lingering on her full breasts. He felt a surge of possessiveness; no way was he letting another person see this beautiful creature. Without hesitation, Damien approached her, his voice low and husky. "I want you to be my personal pet," he said, his eyes burning with intensity. "You'll belong to me, and me alone. You'll dance for me, pleasure me, and obey my every command." The stripper's eyes widened, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she smiled, a sly, seductive smile that sent shivers down Damien's spine. "And what's in it for me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Damien's smile was ruthless. "You'll have everything you've ever wanted – wealth, luxury, and protection. But most importantly, you'll have me."