Fiery Revenge⎪✓

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His kiss is nowhere near anything I've ever experienced before. His rough hand tightens in my hair and a groan falls from the depths of his throat, a sound that leaves me sighing against his aggressive lips. The passion can only be described as a primal desire, a desire that lives in all of us. A desire just as real as the one pooling between my desperately clenched thighs. 

I'm lightheaded when he deepens the kiss, grabbing the back of his neck with my hands I claw into him and allow myself to feel these things. 

Both of our hands are scarred from murder, but as we melt into each other right now, I feel nothing but a deep sense of peace. The addiction of his dominating hands on my fiery skin, how our labored breaths are the only thing I can hear. 

My thighs clench even harder when a flutter crashes between my legs, biting down on his lower lip he groans and I let go of him in shock at how much the sound turns me on. 

"Eloisa," His voice is heavy with lust, my name in this sense has my eyes fluttering as a shiver once again ends up straight between my shaking legs. My nipples harden when his torturous lips kiss down my neck, leaving a hot fire in its trail. 

My head is drowning with him and a breathy moan leaves my swollen lips, he reaches the spot right under my ear. His smirk can be felt against my burning skin and he pays attention to that one spot, his skilled movements are provoking me to moan again and he growls at the sound. My grip on him tightens, the need to feel him is becoming too real all of a sudden. 

His lips turn gentler and he leaves small kisses down my neck, the action provoking flutters in my chest. The mask I've carried for too long is allowed to be put for a rest at the moment, but I can't have him seeing me like this. 

He is the most powerful man and I need to be just as powerful around him, this is fucking stupid of me. 

I'm stupid. 

And horny.

My hands grab his wrists and I pull his hands away from me, his eyes are dark with lust. The haze is clear and I know mine must look the exact same, I can't stand the sight. Looking away from him, my heart refuses to slow down and I curse myself for being so disgustingly weak. He still hasn't unlocked the door and I need to get away from here. 

"Let me out," I tell him, my voice barely recognizable and he tenses at the sound. His dark eyes cut to mine again, but he doesn't answer me and the seconds go by. My anger heightens again, feeling angry at myself for kissing him and angry at him for being such a jerk, "Unlock the door, Xavier."

"I won't unlock shit, Eloisa," His voice portrays the same anger I'm feeling. "You're coming home with me."

"That's fucking kidnapping!"

A sinister chuckle escapes his swollen lips, "Kidnapping is at the bottom of my illegal activities."

I reach in front of him and attempt to press the lock myself, but he pushes me into my seat roughly. My head slams on the seat and I glare at him in return, "No matter what you do to me, I won't live under your roof. Who the fuck knows; you might as well be the one having a warrant out for me."

"I'm not," He states. 

"And then I'm simply expected to trust you?" I scoff in disbelief. "Fuck you, Xavier."

"Take that pathetic mask off when you talk to me," His words slice at me. 

"Oh yeah, because I'm the only one here with a facade. Don't act better than me, you and I are just as fucked up in the head. Now, let me out," My words fall upon deaf ears. 

He stares at me with those black pools and I desperately want to leave, he sees me and the thought scares the shit out of me. His body turns towards me, "You're hiding something from me."

"I hide things from everyone, don't think you're special."

"No, this is something much deeper than that. What are your intentions, Eloisa?" My heartbeat quickens, this is what I'm talking about! I shouldn't open up to him, he is fucking trained to read my like a pixie book. 

This isn't child's play. 

Tilting my head to the side, "My intentions are to get out of this damned vehicle!"

He glares at me in response and suddenly has a tight grip on my chin, "If you plan anything behind me, you need to watch your back until the day you die, Martinelli. My mafia isn't messing around and we don't appreciate snitches."

His words make his intentions with me perfectly clear. He would take me to the house and lock me up in a room, he's following me around because he's afraid of what I'm capable of. The mafia leader is scared of me. He can't read me. The thought makes me smirk at him, but I also know I truly need to get out of this car. 

If I end up in that house I won't get out again, they will have my ass completely. 

His grip loosens a little, my hands grab the knife in my thigh band and I instantly slash at his right arm. He hisses in pain and I unlock the door, hurrying out of the vehicle I run into the dark woods and run as far away from him as possible. My heels are slowing me down, so I remove them and sprint through the dense trees. 

"Eloisa!" His voice roars from the road, my blood runs cold by the anger on his tongue. "This will be your first fucking mistake!"

I can't be bothered to think too much about his words as I hurry away from him. My feet carry me through the woods and I have no clue where I'm going, darkness has settled across the sky and my dress barely covers enough skin to make me feel slightly warm. 

This is a disaster. 

I shouldn't have trusted him, but I truly was under his spell at the party. The chemistry while we danced; I have never experienced anything like that before. 

And then when we kissed. His lips moving against my own, the mere thought sends a tingle down my legs and I push the thought away instantly. 

He tried to kidnap and lure me into a trap, I shouldn't be thinking about him. He is dangerous, he is the leader for a fucking reason and it's about time I realise this.