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.

"Very well," he finally agrees, his voice steady and resolute. "But only for an hour." He extends a hand once more, indicating that you should come closer still. His bodyguards remain watchful but at ease, knowing their boss won't make such an agreement lightly.

As your fingertips brush against his palm, he nods to one of the guards nearby who quickly steps forward, undoing a button on his pants and pulling down his zipper.

He smirks at your comment, feeling a bit amused that you're even taking the time to notice such things in the midst of this conversation. "Yes," he acknowledges with a nod, his chest rising and falling slightly as he takes a deep breath. "I take pride in my physique."

The guard finishes pulling down his pants, revealing his muscular thigh and calf to you. The muscles tense and ripple beneath your gaze, reminding you of the power that lies within this giant's body.

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."

As his orgasm subsides, he collapses forward, resting his weight on his forearms as he pants heavily next to your sweaty body. "Not bad," he rasps hoarsely after a moment. "You'll do." He reaches down to grab a handful of your hair, pulling you up so that he can meet your eyes. "But remember, I'm the boss here. Don't ever forget that."

His expression softens slightly as he realizes you've been brought to your room. "Very well." He sighs heavily and then speaks again, his voice taking on a more commanding tone. "From now on, this is where you live. You are my pet and I expect complete obedience from you." The bodyguards nod in agreement, watching carefully as Hector continues to size you up.

"I want you to understand that I am not like other mafia bosses. I don't believe in love or marriage.

His hands slide up your sides, cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt. His thumbs brush over your nipples, already hard from his touch. "No," he growls, leaning down to nip at your neck as he speaks, "you're not kidding." Without warning, he picks you up off the seat and onto his lap, positioning your body against his erection. His hips thrust forward, grinding against your clothed sex as he forces himself even deeper into your heat.

"You're such a dirty girl," he whispers into your ear before nipping at your lobe. "Such a tease." His hips move faster now, grinding against you as his erection throbs with desire. One of his hands slides up under your shirt, cupping your breast fully and massaging it through the fabric of your bra.

"Do you want this?" He asks, voice rough from arousal. "Is that what you want? For me to fuck you senseless?"