His Caged Dove -Mafia Romance (BOOK ONE)

Twenty-Six: Dove

Twenty-Six:

Dove

No one said anything as we held each other's eyes, refusing to break first.

How can someone say something so dirty without blinking an eye?

How can someone like me be wet and affected by his words?

"Why are you being so difficult?" I whispered, breaking eye contact with him. I shifted upwards till I was seated up on the bed. Ignoring the pain in my knees that was wrapped, I let them dangle from the corner of the bed and kicked it back and forth while keeping my thighs pressed together.

"Me?" he questioned with a scoff. "What the fuck did I do?"

"You're making everyone miserable by being mad at Aleksei even though he apologized and said he won't do it again," I began, drawing my attention to anything but him. The feeling of envy and jealousy return as I thought of Lizabeta and him together. What was worse was how the more I thought about it, the worse the feeling in my stomach got. My hand slowly ran over my stomach as anger started to rise in my again. "And then...then...you..."

"Come on sweetheart, use your mouth and form proper words."

"You let her touch you," I whispered, feeling stupid and also open about my emotions. Never in my life would I think I would be so possessive. I should be happy that I was left alone to do whatever I wanted. I didn't care, yet I couldn't lie to myself that I did.

"Lizabeta?" he asked, frowning. "You're angry because of her?"

"It goes both ways, so why can't I be angry..." I swallowed, feeling my cheeks heat.

I was jealous.

"You're jealous," he said, as if reading my mind. He took another step towards me, till he was only hovering over me now with an unreadable expression. He cocked his head to the side, slowly taking off his tie. My lips dried while watching his broad chest stretch at his movement under his shirt. A slow grin formed. "You saw us together...and that's why you fell."

"I think I'm jealous."

"No, you are," he objected. He slowly reached for a small strand of my hair, drawing it to his lips while his eyes pierced me. "Though I have to say the feelings are mutual."

I stared at him, taking a small gulp of air. "What do you mean?"

"I don't like seeing you near Aleksei. I'm selfish. I don't even like you smiling at anyone else but me," he reiterated, stronger now. He slowly placed one knee onto the side of the bed, trapping me in. He leaned forward and I had no choice but to fall back till my whole body was on the bed as he continued, "I don't like how my fucking eyes seem to know where you are without trying. I don't like how my fucking heart hurts when I see you hurt."

"Yeah, because you're just worried I'll just scar myself," I snapped back. "You don't you're your pretty little bird to get more scars, isn't it?"

"What?"

I snorted at his question. Using my hands, I pushed against his chest in an effort to get him off of me. "Save it."

"You think I'm worried about you getting a scar?" he asked, his eyes dawning in realization. He shook his head firmly. "No, I'm worried you'll genuinely hurt yourself and your healing progress."

"Stop lying please," I whispered, shaking my head. I didn't know how much more lies I could take in my heart. "Stop acting like you care when we both know this is going to be doomed from the start. A Russian...a Russian leader, the Pahkan can't sympathize or care for an Italian like me." A dry sob broke out of my throat.