Mafia's Princess(Under Editing)

Chapter 29

Anastasia Rose

I felt his hot breath brush against my lips before I could even process what was happening. The next second, his mouth was on mine—hard, consuming, almost as if he had lost himself in something fierce and uncontrollable. He kissed me like a man possessed, his grip tightening as he pressed me flush against the wall, my wrists trapped in his large, rough hands above me. My mind went blank, completely overwhelmed. My eyes remained wide open in shock as I stared at his closed ones, unable to comprehend the situation.

Who unleashed the devil? I wondered faintly.

When he realized I hadn't responded, he slowly pulled away, releasing my wrists. My hands dropped limply to my sides as I struggled to breathe. His eyes—those striking blue ones—had darkened into something almost black, filled with lust and anger... and something else I couldn't quite name.

He was breathing heavily, just like me.

My heart pounded wildly against my chest, so fast it felt like it might burst out. My breaths came unevenly, like a fish out of water. And then, as if something inside me snapped—maybe because of what he had done earlier at the mall, maybe because of everything I didn't understand—I grabbed his collar and pulled him back down to me.

My lips crashed against his.

For a split second, Viktor froze. But then he gave in just as fiercely, kissing me back with the same intensity. There was anger, frustration, and something deeper tangled between us—something neither of us could understand or control. His hand came up to cup my face as he deepened the kiss, devouring every bit of it like he couldn't get enough.

At that point... we were no longer thinking.

We were just lost in it.

When he tried to deepen the kiss further, I resisted, but he bit my bottom lip lightly, pulling a gasp from me. That was all the opening he needed. He slipped in, exploring, leaving me breathless and completely overwhelmed. When he pulled my lip between his teeth again before letting go, a strange, dizzy warmth spread through me.

That was so hot... my conscience whispered traitorously.

He broke away from my lips only to trail kisses along my jaw, moving down to my neck. Each touch sent shivers through me, my knees weakening under the intensity. I had never experienced anything like this before.

In fact—I had never been kissed at all.

A memory flashed through my mind of a boy back in school who had once tried to kiss me. I had broken his jaw and gotten suspended for a week.

I was sixteen.

Oh my God... what the hell am I doing?

Making out with my unofficial enemy?

My eyes widened at the realization. I pushed Viktor away abruptly, a frustrated groan leaving his lips as he stumbled back slightly.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, glaring at him.

Well... I had reciprocated too, but still!

"What the hell!" I hissed. "Why did you kiss me?"

A smug smile curved his lips as he raised a brow, his chest still rising and falling. "You kissed me the second time."

"But you started it. You stole my first kiss—" I snapped before freezing, my eyes widening.

Silence fell instantly.

That information was not meant to be shared.

This time, his smile turned genuine, his eyes lighting up as the darkness faded back into blue. "So, should I be honoured I was your first kiss?" he said, clearly amused.