Mafia's possession

His metallic gray eyes pierced into hers, and Jacqueline felt like he was luring her into his dark abyss. She took nervous steps backward, but she didn't know that he loved the chase and derived pleasure from watching her run.She knew she couldn't run nor hide from him, but there was no other option.

He easily cornered her against the wall, trapping her there. One of his hands snaked around her tiny waist, and the other caged her between himself and the wall.

"Tell me what you want, Jacqueline," he said, his hot breath fanning her neck.