Mafia's Obsession [18+]

17.

Sofia

The warmth of his bare chest engulfs me. Not even a speck of discomfort, my body shockingly responds well against his, at ease, fully relax as though here is where it belongs. In arms of dangerously insane man who demands I sleep on his bed.

I barely sleep a wink.

Not when his inked arm drapes over my waist in such possessiveness. And absolutely not when I feel his steady breath against the back of my neck.

The gesture is actually sweet, unlike the intimidating threat he uttered earlier. The man is a walking contradiction. The affection and the torture are almost standing hand-in-hand. He acts like he wants me and hates me at the same time.

The way my body's responding scares the hell out of me. His stitched arm is a reminder of what I could do in the middle of panic and fear.

It's such a horror sight.

The sunlight seeps through the window, telling me in silence how I was staying up all night. My mind can't seem to shup up, yet my eyes are tired.

I feel him stir in his sleep. He's pulling me even closer against his chest. His head's buried at the crook of my neck.

"Morning." He mumbles hoarsely, not fully awake yet. It still amazes me how off-guard he is in this state. As though he trusts me. Or he's so sure I can't do anything that puts him in danger. I prove him right up until this point. I'm completely powerless compared to him.

"Finally sleeping well." He hums lazily, soft lips peck the back of my ear.

"Lucky you." I grunt.

"So grumpy." I feel his smirk against my skin. The last thing I want is to keep him entertained.

"Don't you have some business to deal with?" I keep my voice flat even though I want to snap and do something that satisfies my anger.

"You are the only business I want to deal with right now." His reply is calm, almost soothing. I don't notice a threat behind those words. Very unlike him.

"I'm boring. You have serious matter to deal with." I say in complete desperation to get him away from me. I've had enough of his presence these days. It's too consuming.

"You are anything but boring." He clarifies, as if it's a sin to come up with that idea at the first place.

"That seems to fascinate you." My comment is sarcastic and suddenly my body is turned around to face the devil. I am met with hard chest that's covered with black inks. There's no man ever look more sinister and lethal than the one in front of me.

His fingers lift my chin to meet his gaze. "You're really challenging me." He murmurs.

"It makes your dick hard, doesn't it?" It's out before I can filter it.

His shoulders shake with abrupt laughter. "I forgot how evil your mouth could be."

"Is that so?"

For awhile we just stare at each other, trying to decipher each mind. Until a grin breaks across his face. The one that screams bad intentions. Those eyes twinkled with amusement.

"You're my girlfriend now. Mine and only mine." He states matter-of-factly.

"What?!"

That doesn't sound like a declaration of love. It sounds more like a psychopath is marking his possession. Utterly bizzare and absurd.

The girlfriend-word daunts me, shocking my body it's actually frozen in place. No fucking way. A man like him doesn't play this kinda role. Labels are noisy and annoying. He's not the type. Never strings attached.