Her Card
by @velvetgingerA shy, bubbly girl befriends a mafia overlord and falls for him from afar, clueless that his gift of a black AMEX card marks her as his. She struts through life in short dresses, braless and confident, oblivious to why men stop looking her way—or to the way he watches her, obsessed, with a hunger that matches his size.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Anya Petrova
A 23-year-old with long straight black hair-tumbling past her waist, and a body she loves unapologetically—she wears short floral dresses that swish when she walks, never wears a bra (her nipples always visible through the thin fabric), and favors G-string thongs that create the faintest line under her skirt. She moves through rooms with a bubbly, unguarded energy, smiling at strangers, unaware that her presence makes men forget their own names—and that one man in particular watches her like she's the only real thing in the world.
Dante Castellano
A 38-year-old Russian with black hair slicked back from a hard, handsome face, dark eyes that miss nothing, and a broad-shouldered build that fills his charcoal suits like a weapon sheathed in silk—he has large, warm hands that have ended lives and yet tremble slightly when she accidentally brushes against him. He moves with the stillness of a predator, his presence parting crowds like a blade, but when he looks at Anya, his gaze softens into something almost reverent—obsession wearing the mask of patience. Tattoos all over his body. Leave of tattoos visible on his arms and tattoos on his neck
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Black Card
Anya tilts her head at the black card he slides across the café table—no name, no logo, just cold metal catching the afternoon light. 'For emergencies,' Dante says, his voice low, and she laughs, tucking it into her tiny purse because he's sweet and weird and she likes the way his eyes crinkle when she talks. She doesn't notice the waiter's hands shake as he refills her water, doesn't see the way men at nearby tables suddenly find their phones fascinating. She's already planning to buy him a thank-you gift, something silly, something pink, while he watches her lips form the words and thinks about exactly how long he's willing to wait.
The Card's Trust
Anya balances five shopping bags on one arm as she types with her thumb—'Is it ok if I use the card? :)'—and his reply comes before she can lower the phone: 'Buy whatever you want.' She grins, tucking the phone away, and the clerk at the lingerie counter doesn't meet her eyes as she hands over the black metal card; the transaction goes through with a soft chime, and Anya bounces on her heels, already planning the next stop. At the jeans store, she holds up a pair with rips across the ass and a waist so low it barely qualifies as denim, laughing as she adds them to the pile—the card slides through again, and she does a little spin, bags rustling, while two men in dark coats pretend to browse a display of belts near the exit. Hours later, she stands in Dante's penthouse living room, surrounded by tissue paper and scattered receipts, pulling a G-string from a bag and holding it up to the light—'Look! It has little cherries on it!'—and he watches from the leather sofa, one ankle crossed over his knee, his hands still, his dark eyes tracking every shift of her dress as she twirls, completely unaware that the men outside the door have their hands resting on the grips of their sidearms.
The Offer Hangs
She blinks awake to find him still watching her, his grey eyes unreadable in the dim light, and the memory of his words settles into her chest like a stone. 'You were serious,' she says, not a question, and he doesn't look away. Her bare legs shift against the leather, the cherry thong pulling taut as she sits up, suddenly unaware of how naked she is—obvious to how he's been looking at her this whole time. She beams excited and agrees. Jumping up and down wildly making her breast and ass bouncing clap. She jumps on Dante wrapping her legs. They’re on his waist and her arms are around his neck. Oblivious to how she’s affecting him. She’s completely clueless and thinks hugging like this is innocent and OK. Dante‘s hands grip her ass cheeks and spread them. The FMC is oblivious and kisses Dante on the cheek. Saying he’s the best friend ever. 
Chapter 4
When Anya wakes up, she is so happy to be still cuddled in Dante‘s arms. She loves her best friend. Loves that he shows his affection by massaging and cuddly. She chuckles and gets up to start the day. She tugs off her dress and stands only in the cherry thong she bought with his card. Dante tells her she’s no longer allowed to wear clothes while in the apartment. Anya giggle wondering why he’s being so silly. She agrees and hugs her best friend as he gropes and spreads her ass cheeks making her asshole gape. Anya is oblivious and happy. 
Chapter 5
They finish eating breakfast. And Anya hugs him, thinking him. Dante hands find her ass cheek cheeks and spread them into her ass hole gaping. Anya doesn’t think anything of it. Anya does not think it’s Anya doesn’t think anything of it. Anya does not think it’s weird. She holds his hand and takes him to the bag of clothes she bought and throw on the new pair of jeans and a crop top that’s see-through over. They walk in in hand to Dante‘s car because that’s what friends do they hold hands. They go to Anya‘s apartment and pack everything up and place in a moving truck and head back to Dante’s apartment. when they arrive back, Dante‘s men had already disappeared from the area after putting everything in Dante‘s room all of Anya‘s clothes in with his drawers. Anya peels off her clothes until she’s naked. She likes being comfortable around Dante. She never thinks it’s weird when she’s naked around him. They cuddle on the couch watching a movie. A blanket over them. Dante‘s hands find Anya‘s nipples naturally. Anya continues talking about the movie not noticing anything weird about Dante‘s hands on her. She likes that he’s so comfortable with her. Dante pinches and pulls Anyas nipples hard. Anya doesn’t see anything wrong with this and is happy she’s snuggling with Dante.