Sighing for the umpteenth time, I pushed myself up unto the counter with my hands and languidly looked over the now spotless kitchen. A few minutes ago, the stupid excuse of a Mafia boss –also known as Kasan– took it upon himself to clean the whole house down to the very porch at the front. Why you ask?… he claims he wants to keep his precious ‘princess’ in a clean environment.
Afterwards, he went out and came back in with loads and loads of clothes. Not sure how he knows my exact size but they all fit perfectly well actually. I don’t have clothes so I’m half grateful but the fact that they literally hide NOTHING is absolutely irritating.
And just few hours back, I happened to mention that chicken Alfredo would’ve been better for dinner instead of spaghetti. Wrong move. Following my remark, he tossed the spaghetti in the trash and began to stir up another pot.
Like seriously?
And right now, he’s making it his duty to stare right at me!
This time, he’s apparently trying to give me his utmost attention.
As you must’ve realized, he’s been aiming to impress me all freaking day. And do you know how I feel right now? You guessed right! I’m fucking annoyed!
Cleaning the house spotless, making me food, buying me clothes… What is he gonna do next? Comb my hair and brush my teeth?
“Is there anything you need?” Kasan broke the silence as he took long steps over towards me. He reached for my thighs, gripping it tightly in his grasp before forcefully spreading my dangling legs further apart and stepping between them.
“When are you going to stop staring at me?” I asked, letting my displeasure showcase itself unto my features. “I’m not some golden statue.” I wrapped my fingers around his shoulders and attempted to push him away from me but as expected, he didn’t even budge. I scowled, relaxing my fingers against his skin.
“Princess.” He called, amusement painting his face. “Have I ever told you that you’re-”
“Sexy.” I finished for him. “You literally said that a million times. And I’m not impressed AT ALL so stop.”
“You want me to stop admiring you?” He feigned confusion.
“Stop trying to impress me. It’s not working.” I stated bluntly.
“I can tell you’re not like other girls and that just gets me more pumped on wooing you. Tell me about yourself, Clara. What makes you happy? Dates? Money? Sex?”
As expected, instead of taking my words as a reason to not go any further with this, he saw it as a reason to work harder than before. I internally rolled my eyes. He’s so freaking frustrating. I might just break my own neck if he keeps this up.
“Guys.” I answered dully. “I like guys.”
It’s the raw truth. I do like… no love guys. Without them there would be no fun in this world.
“I’m serious.” His lips fell from their smiling position, downturning into a frown. As lines formed on his forehead, his eyes that were staring up at me with amusement, were now overrun with utter seriousness …. and something else, something that looked alot like jealousy with a mix of anger.
I stifled a laugh at his expression. It takes merely a few words to get him aggravated? Who’d think a Mafia boss would be so easily riled up? He’s suppose to have composure… control. Kasan has none of those.
“It’s true. I like really cute guys…. like the guy I was with before I made the mistake of running over to you. Now that I think about it, I should’ve stayed with him despite his pea-sized dick…. otherwise I wouldn’t be in this mess.”
When I felt his hands tighten against my thigh, I tried my best not to snort, but my lips traitorously twitched without my consent, and a brief puff of air escaped from between them as a low laugh filled the air.
I looked away from his penetrating glare and pulled both my lips into my mouth, molding them together tightly.
But I’m pretty sure he already heard me loud and clear.
“Clara.” He growled.
I instantly stood at attention, clearing my throat as I rose a questioning brow. “What?”
“Don’t provoke me.” The depth of his voice was so chilling that I felt a shiver run up my spine. My shoulders tensed and my eyes tried to look at everything else except for his face. Perhaps I really shouldn’t have provoked him? That intimidating look he was showcasing, could make anyone instantly become a wuss…. me included.
“Don’t talk about other guys….” He continued, his tone holding sheer finality and dominance. He wasn’t asking, he was demanding. “Don’t think about them and don’t even look at them…”
I stared at the wall so as to hide my intimidated look, but it was only when fingers wrapped around my chin and angled my face, that I was forced to look particularly at him. And in the midst of out staring, I swear I saw his eyes swirl with a pinch of golden. It was only for a split second and then in the blink of an eye, it was gone… as if it wasn’t even there at all. As such, I could do nothing but assume that my eyes were playing tricks on me.
“You’re mine… Never forget that.”
I swallowed thickly. Even with me sitting on the counter, we were almost at the same height. And that says alot. He’s like a fucking giant!
My fingers began fidgeting with themselves and my heart raced as fast as lightening. I was undoubtedly nervous.
… and aroused.
How can he be so hot when he’s angry? The dominance he was displaying makes me excited… pumped. And not to mention his strict demeanor. Men like him are like gold to me…. rare gems that can only be found once every thousand years. If I didn’t have a bit of self control then I’d just spread out and have him fuck me into oblivion. It’s a good thing I’m actually a little level-headed at the moment.
“Now tell me, princess….” I immediately braced my back, ready to answer to his every command. “What do you like?”
I frowned. I actually expected something like….’How do you want me to punish you?’ or anything along those lines. He definitely knows how to kill a vibe.
“Food, parties, sex and dogs.” I reluctantly answered.
His eyelids drooped in disappointment. “Dogs? Then what about wolves? You like them?”
I nodded. “They’re the same in my head… so yeah.”
His face brightened at that. “Good. Anything else?”
I thought about it for a second. “… and guns. Just so you know, I’m the god of shooting so beware. I can hit the center of your head from miles and miles away.” Grinning from ear to ear, I held my fingers to my head and did a shooting gesture. “Boom! One shot and you’re dead. You better not let me get my hands on a gun.”
“I guess we have a few things in common then.” He chuckled. “How about we play a game? The loser has to do whatever the other wants.”
Without waiting for my reply, he wrapped his arms around my waist and easily lifted me off the counter then settled my feet against the floor before grabbing my arm and rushing out of the kitchen.
My expression contorted into one of confusion as I cluelessly followed behind him. “What kind of game?”
I saw his grin widen from the side and I gave him a weird look. The mischief on his face was making me uneasy. The prize was tempting, but I’m getting the feeling that this won’t be a fair game… whatever the game is. I bet he’ll choose something he’s good at.
Dickhead!
“You said you like guns right? I have a training area around the back. Whoever hits the most targets wins. It’s as simple as that.”
Okay, I take it back. I’ll definitely win this game. No questions asked.
“Let me give you a head’s up… if you lose –which you will– I’ll make you shove your head in the toilet…. after I clog it with shit. You better think it over now if you don’t wanna eat shit for dinner.” I snorted at my own words. This’ll be a very satisfying sight to see.
…. and that’s if he stays true to his words.
Kasan turned his head to give me a disgusted look. “We’ll see who’ll be doing what soon enough.”
I felt my chest fill with rare excitement. Me up against a mafia boss? I guess we’ll really have to see then…