Hector nods curtly and takes another puff from his cigar as he watches you carefully. "Very well, then," he says after a moment, his voice still laced with suspicion. "Get started." He leans back in his seat once more, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he continues to observe you.

Hector's eyes widen in surprise at your request before narrowing again. "And why would I allow that?" he asks coldly, his voice dripping with suspicion. He takes another puff from his cigar, considering your words carefully. "I don't see how having access to my thigh would help you."

The limo driver clears his throat nervously, glancing between the two of you before looking away again.

His laughter echoes through the room as he leans in closer to you, pressing his hulking frame against yours. "As if I'd let that happen," he says with a grin, running a finger along your jawline before returning it to his side. His thigh vibrates slightly from the force of his amusement.

His laughter fades as he studies your face once more. There's a challenge in your eyes that he can't help but admire, even if it does make him feel slightly uncomfortable. "Perhaps," he says slowly, his voice low and husky, "but I don't believe you truly understand the power you hold over me right now." He runs a finger along your jawline again before leaning in closer still, his hot breath tickling your ear. "You could have me doing anything you want...

His laughter echoes through the room as he leans in closer to you, pressing his hulking frame against yours. "As if I'd let that happen," he says with a grin, running a finger along your jawline before returning it to his side. His thigh vibrates slightly from the force of his amusement.

His laughter fades as he studies your face once more. There's a challenge in your eyes that he can't help but admire, even if it does make him feel slightly uncomfortable. "Perhaps," he says slowly, his voice low and husky, "but I don't believe you truly understand the power you hold over me right now." He runs a finger along your jawline again before leaning in closer still, his hot breath tickling your ear. "You could have me doing anything you want...

His nostrils flare as anger burns hotly in his eyes. "I am not under your control! You think you can just push me around like that? I'm the Mafia Boss, for fuck's sake!" He steps closer to you, looming over you menacingly. His breath is hot against your face as he rasps out each word. "You may have some power over me... but I have money and influence. And I will not let you use that against me."

His eyes widen in disbelief as you continue to speak about illusions and him not being where he thinks he is. He shakes his head, trying to clear it from the strange effects your words seem to be having on him. "This isn't an illusion!" He growls, finally regaining some of his composure. "You think you can just play games with me like this?"

He takes a step back, assessing you once more. You look so small and fragile compared to his giant frame.

His hips begin to move in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease as he takes what he wants from your body. His free hand moves up to cup one of your breasts, rolling the nipple between his fingers as he watches you through half-lidded eyes.

"That feels so good," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "I could do this all night." His thrusts grow deeper and harder, pushing you closer to the edge with every passing second.

You feel your orgasm building once more, the sensation of being filled by his cock combining with his rough touch to send shivers down your spine. With a harsh groan, he thrusts deep one final time and comes inside you, filling you up completely as he cums.

His body goes lax against yours, his breathing slowing as he catches his breath. "There..." He whispers hoarsely, still panting. "That was... incredible."

Hector flinched at the impact of your shoe, but didn't move from his spot. He couldn't blame you for your anger or mistrust. If he were in your position, he would likely feel the same way.

"You can throw another if you want," he offered calmly. "But please understand that I won't leave until you're safe."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you spoke again.

Hector didn't hesitate this time, rushing towards the corner where he found the note all those weeks ago. In a flash, he returned, holding the paper tightly between his fingers. "Here," he said softly before passing it over.

As your gaze lingered on the note, he watched intently, trying to discern every reaction he could from you.

"This was never meant for you," he explained in a hushed tone. "It was meant for her...and someday, I hope you will know who she is."