Episode-15
The drunk Mafia and his Maid
The heavy mansion doors swung open as Adam stepped inside, his movements slow yet deliberate. The scent of whiskey clung to him, his black shirt undone at the collar, his tie barely hanging on. His dark hair was slightly tousled, his usual sharp composure replaced by something more dangerous—more intoxicating
But his eyes—intense, unwavering—never left her
She stood near the staircase, gripping the vacuum handle. The moment she saw him, her breath hitched
Luna
(bowing slightly, voice soft): "Welcome home, Master."
Adam chuckled lowly, the sound deep, laced with amusement
Adam Brody
(voice thick with desire): "Mmm… say that again."
Luna
(stammering): "M-Master?"
He took slow, deliberate steps toward the couch, his eyes drinking her in
Adam Brody
(sinking into the couch, legs spread lazily): "I like hearing it from your pretty little mouth."
Luna looked away, gripping the cloth in her hands tighter
Adam Brody
(tilting his head, voice darker now): "You always act so obedient. But I wonder…" He ran a hand through his tousled hair, smirking. "If I told you to sit on my lap, would you still obey?"
Luna
(blinking fast): "W-What?"
Adam Brody
(tapping his thigh, voice lower, more teasing): "Come here, little maid."
Luna
(shaking her head, panicked): "I—I can’t, Master—"
Adam Brody
(cutting her off, chuckling darkly): "Can’t? Or won’t?"
Adam Brody
(leaning forward, voice dropping to a sinful whisper): "Scared you might like it?"
Luna’s cheeks burned, her legs trembling
Luna
(barely above a whisper): "T-This isn’t right…"
Adam let out a slow exhale, watching her like a predator watching prey.
Adam Brody
(smirking, voice smooth and taunting): "Then stop blushing, sweetheart."
Luna turned her head away, avoiding his gaze
Adam Brody
(tsk’ing, amused): "Running away already?"
She bit her lip, refusing to answer
Adam’s eyes darkened, filled with something wicked
Adam Brody
(low and slow): "I’ve been hard all night, Luna…"
Her entire body stiffened.
Adam Brody
(grinning, his voice thick with heat): "And now that you're standing in front of me, I just keep wondering…" He leaned in slightly, his breath ghosting against her skin. "Would you feel as soft as you look?"
Luna nearly lost her balance, her face burning
Luna
(voice barely steady): "Y-You’re drunk, Master… you should rest."
Adam chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers
Adam Brody
(soft, but filled with meaning): "And yet… you’re the only thing keeping me awake."
Luna gripped the cloth tighter, her heart racing.
She knew then—drunk or not, there was no escaping him tonight
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