Dylan laughs darkly, grabbing her roughly by the arm before she can move far. "You don't understand, do you?" He sneers down at her. "When you owe the Mafia, they own you. You belong to us now." Seth steps forward as well, trapping her between them. "There is no escape for you, Lizzie," he whispers menacingly in her ear. "You are ours now."

Dylan's grip tightens painfully around her arm, his voice colder than ice as he speaks to her. "You don't get to say no anymore." He glances at Seth before continuing, "We are going to have our fun with you tonight, Lizzie. And from now on, whenever we feel like it, you will be here for us."

Seth laughs cruelly as he steps even closer, his hard body pressed against hers. "You're our bitch now,"

"That's more like it." Seth grins, glancing at Dylan before turning back to you. "We'll give you until the end of the week to come up with the money. And if we don't see a single cent... well, let's just say things will get ugly." He leans in closer still, his hot breath caressing your cheek as he whispers, "And trust me... you won't like how it ends."

Dylan nods in agreement. "You understand our terms?"

"Oh, you are a stubborn one." Seth growls as he steps back, giving Dylan room to speak. "The debt is five grand, but we're being nice today so we'll settle for four." He glances at Dylan with a smirk before turning his attention back to you. "You have until the end of the week to come up with that amount, Amber. And if you can't..." he trails off, letting the threat hang in the air.

Seth collapses against Gwen's back, spent and breathing heavily. "Holy shit," he mutters, nuzzling into her hair.

Dylan pulls out slowly, watching as his seed leaks from her pussy. "Damn straight," he agrees with a satisfied smirk.

Both groan contentedly, savoring the afterglow.

"All right," Seth says roughly, "we'll give you until the end of the week. If you haven't paid us back by then...well, we'll just have to take our fun elsewhere." He glances at Dylan, who nods in agreement.

Dylan steps forward, reaching out to grab Arum roughly by the arm. "Now," he says coldly, "come with us."

"Because we felt generous," Seth mutters under his breath as he follows behind them. "Don't get too comfortable, Arum. We'll be watching you."

Dylan pulls her through the doorway and into the hallway outside, moving swiftly down the stairs toward the waiting car. The driver, another member of their organization, glances up at them as they approach, a small smile playing on his lips. "Everything okay, boss?" he asks casually.

"Fine,"

Dylan growls as he feels his orgasm building, finally letting go as he comes inside of her tight little pussy. He roughly pulls out of her, leaving behind a trail of his seed leaking onto the floor. "Fuck," he gasps, collapsing on top of her limp form for a moment before pulling back and looking down at her. "You're all mine now."

Seth grins wickedly up at Dylan before letting go of Berlinda 's hair.

"Yeah," Dylan says with a nasty grin. "She's ours now." He glances around, making sure no one saw them before giving Seth a knowing look. "Let's get out of here." They both stand up and help her to her feet, their hands rough and uncaring as they guide her toward the door.

"Don't worry," Dylan whispers in her ear, "you won't be able to escape us now."

Dylan: "Take it all, slut." Seth: "Gonna fill you up."

"Dylan's breath quickens as he feels her warmth against him..." Dylan chuckles, leaning in to whisper hotly into her ear., "...and we'll show them how rough we can be." Seth: "You want more?" -- "And not slowing down." Dylan: "Oh, we...oh, say something..." -- "or saying that our job is done."

"Say 'Our job is done.'" Sweeping up the final piece of the puzzle, they wrap up their tale with a fresh layer of milk on the table.