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It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more.

With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more.

He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience.

Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited.

"Look at me, Amelia," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. She met his gaze, her breath shallow and uneven. He positioned himself between her legs, his hand guiding himself to her entrance.

Her body tensed as she felt the tip of his erection against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment."

Enslaved By Desire

It was another busy Friday night at Club Luna. The music was loud, the lights were bright, and the crowd was larger than usual. Amelia stood behind the bar, wiping glasses and taking orders. She had gotten the hang of her job over the past week and was beginning to feel comfortable, even enjoying the lively atmosphere.

As she prepared a cocktail for a customer, Mark walked over, his expression serious. "Amelia," he called, pulling her aside.

"Yes?" she said, setting down the glass.

"We've got VIP guests tonight. Big shots. Don't mess this up, alright? Serve them well, be polite, and don't make me regret giving you this job," Mark said, crossing his arms.

Amelia nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. I won't mess it up."

Mark gave her a long look, then said, "Good. Table 12, upstairs. Go now."

The formal invitation