Elena Rossi stepped into the penthouse, her heart hammering. Her husband had f****d up badly, gambling debts to the wrong people. Now the mafia boss, Luca Moretti, had summoned her as “payment.” She wore a tight black dress that hugged her full t**s and round ass, exactly as his message had demanded. No panties.
Luca sat on a couch like a king, 42 years old, tall and muscular with dark eyes that stripped her bare. Two of his men stood guard near the door but said nothing.
“Lock the door,” Luca ordered, voice deep and cold. “Your useless husband sent you to pay his debt. Smart man. Take off the dress. Slowly.”
Elena’s hands shook as she unzipped it. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked. Her heavy t**s heaved with every breath, n*****s already hard. Her shaved p***y
