Taken by the Mafia

Chapter 14 - His Bedroom

Lily

I brought dinner to Thomas' office but he is not in here. With the tray in my hands, i turn around looking in the empty hallway. 

Where is he if he is not in his office? His bedroom, perhaps. 

Only problem is, i don't know where it is.

this place is huge.

just as i sigh, a door at the end of the corridor opens. And Thomas comes out.

Okay i was probably overthinking it. There are just four doors that i can see in this corridor.

"Ah, i thought you came," he says. My God, he is not wearing a shirt. "Bring it in here."

He goes back inside while I follow him in. My eyes widen as i take in his bedroom. 

It's so big. Ivory black themed with Ashwood interior. There's a bed with black sheets. Over-head clothes hanging and an excellent view of the night city down below. (since we are living on one of the upper stories.) 

There's a semi-circular extended part of his room where two single sofa-seats are places around a coffee table. There are no walls around it, just glass. 

"Come here." i realize a bit too late that he has already made his way over to one of the sofa-seats and is beckoning me over.

I walk over to him and place the tray in my hands on the table. "Anything else?" i ask him.

He frowns at the tray. "Have you eaten?"

"No."

"Why didn't you bring anything for yourself?"

"I just brought dinner for you," i say confused.

"Didn't i tell you that you will be having dinner with me tonight?" he says.

Did he? i forgot. 

"Well sit down." he says in the ever-dominant voice, reaching in his pocket for his phone.

i sit opposite to him as he calls someone and snaps, "Bring dinner to my bedroom", before he hangs up. He doesn't make any move to eat anything from his tray.

I watch the city in silence as we wait. The darkness seems to engulf the city. The lights are like a million stars in it. I can feel the intensity of his gaze on my body. 

"Do you like it?" he asks, cocking his head to the side. 

"yes," i say, still looking out of the window but i think i shouldn't just leave it there. so, i decide to open up a little to his first formal question towards me. "Back at my house, my window didn't have such a beautiful view."

Minutes pass and someone knocks at the door. "I'll get that." i say before he can say anything.

A maid has brought dinner and i take it from her and bring it back. "I can take the colder one."

"Just sit down," he says silkily before cutting into his dinner which is probably cold.

I sit and we eat. but he wasn't going to make it quiet.

"So," he says. "Now that it's been quite a while, i would like to ask you why did your parents treat you the way they did?"

I stiffen. "I don't know. They just didn't want me." i shrug. "They wanted a son which they had and they had no desire for a daughter... and thank you for bringing me here. For that i am forever grateful." i wait for him to say something.

"You know," he says after a moment. "That's the most words you have ever spoken to me."

I laugh. I wasn't expecting that.

A slow, devilish smile twists his lips. "And what about Raul?"

"He wasn't like them." i say simply, a smile still touching my lips.

He gazes at me a moment before he swears under his breath. he doesn't speak afterwards.

When we are done, i move to collect the dishes but he leans back in his seat.

"Relax," he drawls. i stop midmovement. "You can do your work afterwards."

Using his foot, he pushes the table away. it makes a scraping sound against the marble floor.

"Come here." he says and i take steps forward. When i am within his reach, he holds takes my hand and pulls me to him so that i am straddling him on his lap.

"Is it true?" he asks.

"What is?"

"That you are grateful that i brought you here?"

"Yes." i nod. i am. that place was hell.

he leans into my neck and breathes. "You can show me."

i feel his lips graze the skin on my neck. "How?" i ask.

his chuckle reverberates through me. "Let me do what i want."

"What do you want?" i ask, this time quietly.

"You." he says against me collarbone.

Oh

"Can I?" he asks. when i don't answer, he leans back and looks into my eyes. 

I've never seen too closely at his face. his eyes are light blue like the ocean. the intensity in them makes me bite my lip. 

I don't how or why, but i slowly nod my head. 

something shines in his eyes. "You're going to have to say it, love?"

"Yes," i whisper.

i only have a millisecond to brace myself before he crashes his lips onto mine. his one hand wraps around my waist while the other behind my neck as he kisses me and i kiss him back.

his kiss is ravenous. all-consuming. he breaks me open. Opens my mouth and tastes me. Our tongues meet and despite my best efforts, i make a small sound from the back of my throat.

Thomas only kisses me harder. his hand reaches to stroke my hair as he slips his lips to my jaw and neck, kissing me there. It's intoxicating. I can barely think over the rush of blood in my veins.

Suddenly, he pulls back. "You are beautiful." he looks into my eyes, unblinking. I blush.

Gently, he pulls me off his lap. "You can go now. Leave the dishes," he says when i move to pick them. "I'll have someone clean it up." 

I don't look back when I leave his magnificent room.