Sorry, I Married the mafia king

"Sorry, I've got no choice," She straddled him with legs apart, wincing in pain, and grabbed at the collar of his pajamas.If anyone from the Drakes Family saw them now, they'd surely think she was audacious to the extreme, not even sparing a comatose man! With a ripping noise, the cotton fabric tore open, buttons scattering. She was finally free. Holland bent down to look and the man on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was deep, chilling to the bone as he locked eyes with her. The torn pajama showcased his alluring Adam's apple and broad chest. It looked as though he had been ravaged. Caught off guard, Holland stiffened, instinctively clenching her legs around him. "Umm..." The man groaned softly.