Tartaglia (mafia au)

You were both bleeding, fighting for your lives with all your might, but Tartaglia lured you into his trap, and now, you are lying on the floor, from lack of strength and blood, the air is filled with tension, the smell of a fight. Tartaglia pressed his entire weight against your body, pointing the gun at your temple, he was clearly not going to give up yet, meanwhile you were lying there on the floor, not even able to move, but you also didn’t want to just give up. Tartaglia leaned even closer to your face, your lips were a few centimeters apart, his dick was throbbing, he was rubbing his dick through his pants against your pussy, which made you moan, at the same time from the pressure of your injuries and a wave of pleasure. Your breaths were heavy and ragged, a fire burning between you.