❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃
"Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valeri...
Meaning 'imagine'. Imagine is the technical translation of this word, but you will hear it used as 'my pleasure', or 'don't worry about it.
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V A L E R I U S ' S P O V:
"Mio Dio lei è Bella."
(Translation: My God, she's beautiful)
As I felt someone burning holes in my back, which was something I got all the time but didn't care since all of them looked the same. Not to mention they all wanted the same thing as always. Me deep inside of them.
Turning around, thinking of meeting another cagna, I was left astounded. I guess beauty can be found in the grotesque and macabre Mafia World. She was the most gorgeous woman I have ever met.
(T: whore)
Raking my eyes up and down her body, she was standing in a full posture not once flinching or shying away. Fearless. I liked that.
"Shira, this is Valerius" My dad introduced me. She continued staring at me, not once breaking eye contact. Her eyes were just like Theo's, a tiger that showed no fear, feisty and screamed power.
They were protected by her natural thick long lashes that seemed to touch her eyebrow when she stared at me. Her plump rose lips that were perfectly moisturised looked so tempting for me to slam my lips onto hers or run my thumb on her bottom lip or maybe even nibble on it till it is swollen and bruised. Fuck!
Her black hair was messily pulled in a bun with small strands dangling perfectly down the side of her face. My mind was so curious at how it looks when it is down and how it moves to the rhythm of the wind.
Not forgetting the fact of how badly I'd like to wrap it around my hand and tug on it hard while I fuck her from behind. The thought alone made my cock stir inside.
"Buongiorno Shira, it's a pleasure to meet you" I spoke, quick to notice her legs clenching. Smirking internally, still keeping my eye on hers, she took her time scanning me.
The black dress she had on did wonders to her figure. Her tawny skin glowed, the feeling of her smooth surface taunted me, for I wanted to feel every part of her body. I wanted to run my hand all over her body and kiss every inch, marking her mine.
"It's nice to meet you, Valerius" She replied with a voice that didn't match her appearance. The sound that came out of her mouth was like a lullaby that could put you to sleep and spare you of the tormenting nightmares that embrace you every night.
The smell of her rose perfume captivated me. I stopped myself from nuzzling my head in the crook of her neck to smell her and perfume her with my scent but to also prevent myself from placing butterfly kisses on her neck and sucking on her sweet spot until I have marked her mine.
"Valerius? Baby?". A voice like chalk scraping against a blackboard called out. Grace. Swaying her hips towards me, she tried to nudge Shira but failed terribly since Shira stepped to the side, removing my gaze off of her to look at a plastic barbie.
"Baby, why didn't you come back upstairs? I was waiting for you and who's this goth?" Her face was full of disgust, looking up and down Shira's figure.
"Watch that tongue of yours before I cut it and feed it to my dogs, besides I remember I told you to leave, why haven't you?" I shouted as her feculent mouth spoke about Shira in that way.
"I'm leaving besides I don't want to be near this goth anyway" She rolled her eyes and went to nudge Shira, but Shira caught her arm and whispered something in her ear that made Grace flinch and run to get her bags quickly.
"Why do you keep bringing that girl home Val? Thank god Theo left early else he would have killed her." Mama spoke. She didn't like my behaviour of bringing girls home, especially Grace but being the Don is stressful, and I need my release.
"She does her job well" I deadpanned. Mama looked apathetic and sighed."Chiara, can you show Shira her room, please?" Mama requested. Our eyes connected again and scoffing I turned around to finish my drink.
I looked over, Chiara had led Shira up the stairs which were covered with a red carpet and the railings designed in gold and black with intricate swirls. Mama and Papa made their way out as their flight was in a couple of hours.
Watching each step Shira took, each time her long legs climbed the steps, I could see a slight glimpse of a design that was small and placed on the side of her thigh. A tattoo I couldn't see visibly. Fuck, I will one day. My phone began to ring, looking at the name that popped up. Mama.
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I knew it. Mama forgot her charger at home. It was a regular habit of hers to forget things since she's always like a busy bee. Going up the stairs into my parent's bedroom, I began to search for her charger.
Noticing that it's placed on her dressing table, which was now empty, I picked it up and made my way down the hall. Hearing muffled noises in the room next to mine, I stopped in my tracks as curiosity got the best of me.
I slowly opened the door to see Shira putting her things into the cupboards and chest of drawers. I couldn't help but clench my fists when she leaned over the bed to grab her clothes. I would make sure these three months won't go to waste.
Shira was mumbling to herself as she paced around the room, not noticing me even once. "How dare she call me a goth that mollusc" She seethed. Rage evident on her face. Dio, she's hot when she's angry.
"And who does he, Valerius de Santis, think of himself? Prince charming. Bull fucking shit. I have a mouth and what does he say 'watch your mouth blah blah blah' when he's the one who fucked her. Connard!" She retorted. I should be angry, but surprisingly I found it amusing.
The way my name rolled off of her tongue sounded so sexy, my cock began to push against the fabric of my pants. From the way she mimicked me to the way, she called me an 'asshole' in french made me want to shut her pretty mouth and show her how much of an asshole I can be with her over my lap.
"Mmm aren't you feisty, mia piccola tigre?" I smirked as I saw her soul jump out of her body.
(T: my little tigress)
Well, this is going to be a fun ride.
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Describe your perfect day?
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