The Mafia King's Nicotine

Chapter 25

"Vivian, come on baby, you gotta get up." Erik nudged her gently. She was laying on her stomach spread out across his king-sized bed, he didn't mind though. She groaned and shoved her face further into the pillow, making him chuckle. "I know princess. I know."

"Not only do you ruin my morning by waking me up, but you also have the audacity to call me princess!"  Her complaints were muffled by the pillow, but Erik still heard her. He flopped down on top of her, his torso crushing her small frame! "Ow! Get off of me!"

He wrapped his arms under her and kissed her cheek, "No. You're so comfy."

"You act like a child!" She yelled, trying to wiggle free, but he had her completely pinned down, "Seriously get off fat ass."

"You need to work on what you call me, princess. Such a dirty mouth." He said into her ear softly, "I'd prefer you save it for other things." He tugged at her earlobe with his teeth, smirking.

"You're insufferable!"

"I know, but so are you." He rolled them over, so she was resting on his chest and she cuddled into him, closing her eyes, trying to fall back asleep, "But you do have to get up."

"Why?" She groaned.

Erik squeezed her lightly and kissed the top of her head. "Well, mon amour, as much as I love having you here with me, there are some people who don't." He paused, allowing her to think, "And these people keep trying to get a hold of me when all I want to do is go back to sleep with you. So, unfortunately, baby girl, we have to get you back home."

Another moment of silence passed before she sat up quickly her hand coming down directly on top of his wound. He let out a pained grunt and gently moved her hand aside, "Sorry." She slid off of him and rushed to grab her clothes from yesterday, off of the floor. Erik had given her one of his shirts to wear last night to bed, which covered just below her butt, "My parents are going to kill me."

"I won't let that happen." He looked her up and down, propped up on his elbow, as she scurried to grab her pants from where they laid next to the bed. She looked damn sexy in his clothes and he just wanted to pull her back into bed and memorize every inch of her. To ingrain the feeling of his lips on her skin into her memory. Trace the outline of her body with his fingertips. Leaving his fingers prints on her neck and ass, ensuring everyone knew who she belonged to.

"Not literally, dumbass." She pulled her pants on quickly, buttoning them up, "But I'm sure as shit going to get punished or grounded or... seriously Erik you have caused nothing but problems since I've met you. Fuckin' hell."

"Take them back off." He ordered sternly. She looked up at him in confusion, tucking the shirt into the waistband, "You heard me take them off." He pulled back the sheets and stood up, in nothing but a pair of gray boxer briefs.

She just stood there, dumbfounded. "What?"

He smirked, stalking towards her and ran his hands down her sides, dancing around her hips. He cocked his head slightly looking down at her. "I'm the only one who gets to punish you, princess." He pushed her down onto the bed, unbuttoning her jeans and ripping them down her legs.

She grabbed at them, trying to get them back up and away from him, but Erik would rip the pants in two before he let that happen. "Nuh-uh, princess, you're gonna sit there and learn to remember the rules."

"Hold up, I didn't do anything!"

He cocked an eyebrow and leaned his forehead against hers, their noses brushing, "Oh, so calling me a dumbass is nothing in your opinion? How about telling me that I cause nothing but problems? Or your inexcusably filthy mouth?"