Mafia King

“I met people who’re innocent as angel like you…” His clear water eyes peering at me heatedly. “…but they’d still point a gun at me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, have you ever wondered why?” He raised a brow when he noticed a hint of sassiness. “What you are said so.” I sighed. “These things didn’t cross my mind at all…” I waved my hands trying to mean the things that involve him and the mafia. “… when you weren’t in my life. Although I was mourning, I was content. You came and changed everything.” I pursed my lips together. “I trust Avery and your promise that you won’t do anything to hurt me. That’s the only thing that’s keeping me sane here.”

“I need to step up my game then.”

“On what? Killing me?” I rolled my eyes again.

He suddenly grabbed my wrist in the midst of my sass. He was so fast with his movement that I didn’t catch him nearing me.

“One day, amore, my cock will shut you up.” He tightened his hold when his eyes travelled down to my lips. “Let me kiss you again.” He said breathily. He sounded quite desperate which I find hard to believe. He wanted someone who was so ordinary and so normal.

I was curious. “What’s with you and kissing me?” Thank god, he didn’t force himself again.

He lets go of my hand. “I’ve been abstinent.”

I cross my arms. “So I’m in charge of taking care of it?” I scoff. “I’m pretty sure there’s a lot of women here for you to sleep with, Dante. It’s New York city.”

“I’m cautious, amore, not stupid. I don’t want to sleep with women who are actually out for my head.” His head laid rest on the couch.

“And yet you trust me.”

“I didn’t at first… but Avery guaranteed for your safety. I could see her trust in you.” He shifted his eyes to look at me. “Why do you think I’ve been nice to you? Why do you think I let my guard down with you?” He then shifted his body to face me. He was closer and it was hell uncomfortable. There’s always something mischievous happening if he closes his body with mine. “Why do you think you’re the only woman I trust to bring into my bedroom?”

“Oh my god.” I rolled my eyes heavenward. I’m getting tired of his failed attempts.

He chuckled. “Don’t fight this, amore. Give in.” He advices naturally. What a stupid mafia boss.

“I’m not fighting anything.” I said with frustration. “Can we just watch the movie please?” I shifted my attention towards the movie and tried to start ignoring him… again.

“If you don’t want to fuck, let’s just make out.”

I ignored him.

“Okay. What about a kiss?”

I ignored him.

“Cazzo!” Brushing his wavy hair messily in one stroke. “Fucking hell, amore. You’re the only woman who I have to fucking beg. You’re fucking lucky that you’re her friend. If not, I will fucking rape you!” If he had said that from Italy, I could still probably hear his frustration miles away.

I eye him in disbelief; my eyebrow raising at his tantrum.

I shrugged. “Too bad, right?” I met his glare as soon as I turned my whole body to face him.

And then he pounced on me with a growl. I was completely dumbfounded with the suddenness. Just when I brought down my guard for one second, he lunged at me like a hungry predator.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Our teeth clashed from the impact but he didn’t stop the kiss. And instead made sure to deepen it while being rough and passionate. My back crashed against the soft material, taking this moment for him to hover me. My head was perfectly laid against the armrest. No matter how much strength I put on pushing him away, not even a centimeter moved. He was so strong and heavy. I had no choice but to give in.

He moaned when my lips moved on its own accord. He stopped being rough, knowing I had given in. Well, I guess just for tonight. I trust that he won’t go further than kissing or making out.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I immediately reacted when he suddenly started to pull the hem of my shirt with a purpose of stripping me. Thankfully, I was able to wake up from the trance and stop him by pushing his chest with my open palm. Our kiss broke as well.

“Come on, amore.” He whispered, our lips only two inches closer, bodies still pressed against each other. I could feel his hard ripping muscles, his warm chest, solid abs and strong thighs snuggled between mine. “Let me taste you. I’m sure you’re wet down there.”

“I don’t want to, okay. Please.” I begged. He must have sensed the extreme severity of my tone. Dante finally pulled away.

He scoffs. “Fine. I’ll let you go this time. Next time you won’t have any choice.” He said between his gritted teeth. Anger and frustration radiating off of him. If he really wanted to fuck, he should just go home and fuck his Italian women.

I sighed heavily as I sat upright. “Why don’t you just go back to Italy? Pretty sure you’re abundant with women back home.”

Our eyes met when he turned. “I can’t right now. My work here is still unfinished.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “But you already killed that man. Is he not the only one you’re after?”

“He had a partner. Both of them stole almost a million from me. They split it and ran away the moment I found out.”

“Oh.” I looked down. I don’t think I like talking to him about his job. It’s intense- he was intense. Despite being blessed with great looks, he was dangerous. What he does makes lives unpredictable… especially for him. He was the leader and I’m sure a lot of dangerous men like himself are after him.

My eyes suddenly caught the tattoos that adorned his fingers. This managed to make me divert the subject. “Can I see your hands?”

He raised a brow questioningly. Either way he reached out his hand for me to take it. The forefinger and the pinky have wings. One wing on each side. The middle is a sun while the ring finger is a crescent moon.

“I feel like these tattoos have meanings… do they?” I looked at him while expecting an answer.