BOUNDED TO A MAFIA KING

STRANGE NIGHT {INTOXICATING}

The lingering scent of sweat and cologne filled the air, invading her nostrils and twisting her stomach into an unsettling knot.

As she sensed his gaze steady on her face. Her skin hummed with energy, and every nerve in her body fired up with a sharp, undeniable anticipation.

Her breath hitched, and though she couldn't see him clear enough, she could sense his piercing gaze probing the depths of her being.

Then his hand moved, and she felt a gentle touch on her cheek.

A surge of adrenaline rushed through her as she felt his warm fingertips brush softly against her skin. Her heart racing fast, each beat echoing like a drum in the silence, amplifying the electric moment between them.

And slowly, his thumb traced and settled on her bottom lip, creasing it in a way that sent a hot sensation traveling down her spine and settling between her thighs.

As his face drew closer, every breath became a struggle for her.

She couldn't take his sweet, masculine scent that filled her nostrils anymore, in combination with the hotness emitting from his body.

So she held her breath, squeezed her eyes in folds, and wished the ground could just open and swallow her.

Each breath he exhaled on her skin heightened her distress, and she couldn't help but inhale his godly smell, as it was the last option he left for her.

Jimmy drew in a long breath as his nose brushed lightly against hers.

Her body shuddered under his touch, and she could swear she almost imagined how his lips would feel on hers—

Her imagination came to an abrupt halt the moment his lips clashed with hers.

Not only that, but her body froze as if a snowflake had just been poured on her.

Everywhere stilled for a moment, and everything else seemed to crease. A wild, threatening silence enveloped the room that corresponded with her statue-like form.

She could have assumed it was still her imagination, but it felt so real. She could feel something soft and tasteless against her lips.

He really did kiss her, and he was holding her breath with him at the moment that she couldn't bring herself to believe it was still her imagination.

Unsure of what to do next, she remained just like that, like a mannequin.

His lips on hers felt so good that she couldn't withdraw. She couldn't, no matter how hard she tried to.

Instead, her eyes slowly unclasp, meeting with sheer darkness, a darkness that enveloped her with a stranger she knew absolutely nothing about.

That stranger's lips were now attached to hers, and she couldn't do anything about it.

They stayed just like that, not moving for a while. Until his eyes slowly gave in, and his lips started to graze hers slowly and softly.

At first, he didn't move either, his lips steady on her as if trying to figure out whatever the spark was all about, the strange sensation that enshrouded him immediately like darkness. That somehow made him feel as though he had just tasted the strangest thing ever.

A small gesture that made Roseline's belly rumble with a strong kind of sensation she couldn't fathom.

Wait, did he also feel the spark, or was it something else entirely? Her heart bangs loudly at the thought.

Then, slowly, she was going to withdraw when his hand slowly traced her bare shoulder up and held her gently below her ear, sending a hot sensation she couldn't fathom down her thighs.

And just like a spell, her eyebrows slowly drawn downward, following his line.

Her tummy coiled, unable to ignore the strange sensation that bubbled inside of her.

So she couldn't help but remain still, just like he wanted her to.

Then his lips started to move, grazing hers ever so softly, like lovers sharing their first kiss. As if trying to teach her, to make her lips move like his, to his directions.

Her eyes were closed, seemingly enjoying the way his wet lips creased hers so crazily slow that it made her insides rumble with a kind of sensation she had never felt before.

Roseline can't believe how she was so damn bad and clueless about this.

Her lips weren't moving, instead, she just stilled like a statue, giving him full access to her lips.

Was it because this was her first kiss? Definitely yes. No doubt.

‘Withdraw, Rose. This is not right,’ the words tumble from her mind, echoing to her ears and causing goosebumps to crease her skin, but still, she couldn't.

His lips were like a physical force, pinning her down against her will and making her utterly powerless against it.

She knew she should be stopping this if she had to follow her mind.

Scream hit him, or do anything that could save her from this situation now, but she couldn't.

She couldn't, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard her mind screamed loud to her ears.

It could be labeled wrong socially, yet, to her, it felt so right, like they'd known each other for years within this brief moment.

Then her lips started to move, now reciprocating the kiss. She's still damn bad but better now.

The kiss was slow and gentle, giving her enough time to succumb to every goddamn taste his lips were supplying down her throat.

Her heart hammered against her chest so hard as if it were going to jump out the next minute.

But still, she couldn't stop, not planning on stopping any moment from now.

His thumb traced her cheek, coaxing her lips apart with tender precision, then slowly glided down her chin.

She let out a gasp against his lips, subconsciously due to the effect of his tender actions.

Seizing the opportunity he created for himself, he slid his tongue into her mouth and expertly captured hers along the way, earning him another gasp.

He crooked his neck a little, his tongue trying its best to be friendly with hers as he nibbled softly on her tender lips.

Succumbing to every single taste, her wet, juicy mouth was supplying directly into his goddamned throat as if trying to fill himself all up with her sweetness.

Roseline couldn't help but enjoy the pleasure he introduced into her body. And just like that, her tongue started to tag along.

A flood of hot sensation streamed all over her and settled in between her thighs.

Their tongues were tagging along quite fine, slowly playing the sweetest game their minds could register.

She wasn't sure what this feeling was, but she was sure something erupted inside of her that she couldn't figure out.

The feeling was like heaven, claiming her whole body and numbing her brain completely.

Every touch, every prickle, and every trick his sinuous tongue played on hers earned her a new hot sensation.

These sensations spread slowly, seeping into every inch and corner of her body.

It felt eerily like an ominous brain massage, a kind of massage specifically meant to erase her thoughts and blank her brain thoroughly.

It was beautifully intoxicating.

Then, subconsciously, her hand went behind his head and got lost in his hair.

All of a sudden, it became wild, so wild that she became breathless.

The intensity of the kiss increased to an uncontrollable degree that made their body burn like hell.

Roseline couldn't believe the incredulous way her lips rode with his intensity.

So roughly, that her tongue savagely fought his like they were on a battlefield fighting with weapons and each of them struggling to save their lives.

Then she felt his hand wrapped around her waist all of a sudden and pulled her in one go into straddling him.

She let out a sharp gasp at once at the sudden jerk of friction that caught her off guard.

As if that weren't enough…

Cold shivers that felt like an electric shock coursed down her spine, pooling in between her thighs as she felt a hard bulge brush against her abdomen.

“The f**k is wrong with…”

She shuddered. Her mind was going to caution her again, but as it was currently, her body had shuddered it away selfishly, even before it could get to her brain. Which only made his grip around her waist tighten further.

And guess what? Her idiotic body seemed to love it that way.

Her body strangely loved the way his lips feasted on hers as if his dear life depended on it. Fueling the fire he ignited within her, spiraling out of control with every killing sensation.

‘Stop the goddamn s**t, Roseline!’ Her mind screamed to her ears again. But she couldn't, as the burning sensation was too overwhelming for the both of them to let go of each other at this point.

Her thoughts reeled and settled at the back of her mind as she was unwilling to comply with anything thrown at her against this, against him at the moment.

But she's still somehow awed at the unbelievable way her crazy body stood so damn against her mind like Satan, the lord of deceit and misfortune.

His lips parted from hers all of a sudden, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

And just when she thought it all ended there, she choked on her breath. Only to be met with the shock of his wet lips pressed against the sensitive skin below her ear.

Her body trembled vigorously at the sharp sensation that felt like a sweet prickle.

Without allowing her much time to familiarize herself with the new sensation, his hand conjoined with hers, which was dug passionately into his lap, and he slowly made his way up to her bare shoulder. Then squeezed it a little.

His lips bite and suck on her soft skin. It was slow, unlike the savage kiss they shared earlier.

This was mind-blowing; it felt just like another level of an intense game where a wild, hungry cat was running after a fragile mouse.

The breath she'd been struggling to hold came out in a thousand folds and settled on his skin.

She nibbled on her bottom lip to lessen the embarrassment, but she was surprised that it didn't last long.

She let out a soft moan spontaneously as he nibbled her tenderly below her ear.

Her heart skipped a beat feeling his lips pause on her skin, instinctively responding to her soft moan.

Her moan seemingly magically affected him, and that's why he halted, or was she thinking too much?

She swallowed as she thought, Alright, was it in a good way or a bad one?

Her thinking came to an abrupt pause as his lips started moving again, enshrouding her mind completely with pure pleasure.

This time, it was neither gentle nor soft. It's wild, so wild that it finally gave her the conclusion that maybe her moan doesn't have a bad effect on him after all.

Her hand on his lap moved and sank into his back as she gripped his hair tightly, urging him the hell closer to her. Yes, she did want him closer now, closer and closer.

His lips ravaged her skin with tender intensity, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her

Replicates of gasps and soft moans breaking out of her lips forcefully, then spontaneously—

The hand behind his back clutched his shirt in a tight grip as she hung on for dear life.

She moaned, gasped, and jerked against his body as the pleasure almost drove her to the brink of losing it completely.

Still, he didn't stop; his lips explored her neck with hungry urgency, sending a surge of pleasure coursing through her whole system.

She trembled with a wild desire as he moved from her throat off to her collarbone. Repeating the same action over and over again, not even sparing her for a second.

Actually, if death was standing in front of her presently, she would have assumed it 'a safe haven.'

She succumbed to his spell, her body melting under his touch. Her mind had to surrender to the thrill of his lips exploring her skin with deliberate, sensual precision.

Then his arms encircled her waist at once, lifting her abruptly onto his body as he stood. Expertly keeping her long dress in check.

She gasped at the sudden move, and her legs spontaneously wrapped around his waist and locked behind his back.

She threw her arms around his neck as their lips met again in a fierce, all-consuming kiss.

And just like that, the world around them melted away, and they surrendered to the passion that enveloped them wholly.

Soft gasps and gentle nibbles filled the air as their bodies entwined in a desperate quest for closeness. Even time seemed to have lost all meaning as they savored each other's taste.

Then she felt his hold around her waist loosen a bit, and she glided down his hips.

She let out a sharp gasp against his torturous mouth in response to the sudden move.

Then she felt a bulge pressed against her most private part. More like earlier. Her body quivered with pent-up energy following the sudden gasp Immediately.

She swallowed at the thought ‘What exactly was that…’