Seraphina Angela, infamously known as 'The Ruby Cadillac' is the original heiress to the throne of her father's mafia, which is partnered with the leading king & queen of the Italian mafia; Carter Fenix and Delilah Fiora Fenix. Seraphina isn't a reg...
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Pov: Vincent Salvador
"Can you take any longer? I'm growing old out here Seraphina!" I yell out, leaning against the bathroom door like the impatient person I am. The sound of water gushing from the inside only makes me more intolerant, what is taking her so long?
"Vince, have some patience!" she shouts back, I lean my head against the door in an attempt to control my bladder but that evidently isn't working, "I do have patience but very little of it, you better open the door right the hell now!" I whine.
That's when, finally, the lock clicks, and the door swings open, "There you go whiny pants, jeez," she scoffs and moves aside.
"Yeah okay thanks," I grunt and I'm about to shuffle inside in a hurry when I stop at the sight of her, freshly out of the shower, with nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Her brown eyes look up at me through her lashes while her necklace shines under the light, being the only thing highlighted on her skin other than her badass tattoos.
My gaze travels a path up from the side of her hip, going higher, lingering on the gorgeous tattoo of two butterflies under her well-defined collarbone, stopping to admire the beauty of it for a moment or so. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as I flutter my eyes up to look at her lips, the electrifying sensation of sealing them with my own lips erupting in my core.
She smirks and leans against the door, confidence practically radiating off her, so fucking sexy, "Thought you were in a hurry, Salvador?" she scoffs and I roll my eyes, "Sorry, got caught up sight-seeing," I sarcastically comment with a grin.
She smiles and that makes me smile, "Right, now let me go get ready," she says and almost pushes past me but I don't let her, I tower over her and stop her in her tracks.
Her lips form a straight line and she crosses her arms over her chest, "Let me go, Salvador," she whispers and I reach up for the doorframe, clutching it and stretching my arms out to lean from it. I can see my actions affecting her as she gulps, her gaze tracing the flexing muscles on my arms.
I bend my head slightly, my lips almost grazing the top of her head, causing her to let out a slow breath and for me to shut my eyes. "How could I possibly let you go after you left your lipstick on my satin sheets," I huskily rasp out near her ear and look down to see the line of goosebumps on her delicate skin, my lips having their own craving of being placed on them and to smother my kisses all over her. God damn.
She coughs and glances to her side, her head naturally falling to lean against the side of my head, the contact of her skin on mine making my mind come up with all sorts of thoughts. My hands leave the door to hastily wrap around her waist, over the towel that was serving as an irritating barrier between me and her bare body.
Her breath hitches and a whimper leaves her mouth right next to my ear, oh my god, that sound, fuck. I groan and pull her closer to me, her lips moving higher up to be placed right under my ear.
