THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

My mind was racing when I returned to my room, not believing what had just happened. I jumped onto the bed, burying my face in the pillow, before letting out a series of screams.

Why, no matter how hard I try not to do anything humiliating in front of Sin, do I keep embarrassing myself? In front of him, it just keeps happening. It was like the universe was against me.

I sighed, refusing to take my head out of the pillow even when I heard the sound of the door opening and footsteps approaching the bed.

“Well, this wasn’t the sight I was expecting.” Zoey muttered, making me look up from the pillow, casting a glare in her direction, and watching her shudder in confusion as she dropped the plate of Oreos and the glass of juice on the table.

“Woah… why do I have a feeling you are planning my murder in your head?”

“Because I am.” I yelled, jumping out of bed and picking up a pillow in the process.

Zoey takes a step back, racing towards the other side of the bed and picking up a pillow of her own.

“I believe I deserve to know what I am being killed for.” She asked in hilarity, and my glare hardened.

“Don’t worry; you are going to love it. There are a lot of thrilling and entertaining chapters.” I mimicked her words, and her eyes shone with realization before a smile made its way to her lips.

“I see you know what kind of book it is.” She mutters.  “But, I didn’t think you would get to the smutty part this quickly.” she said, wiggling her brows.

I sighed in frustration, running my hands through my face. “It would have been a good thing if that was the case.” I groaned, plopping down on the bed.

“What happened?” She asked, laying down as well.

” Nikolai.”

“Mani.”  She whispered a yell, tapping my head.

” What..”

“You aren’t allowed to say his name. I’ve told you of the repercussions.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Oh…”  I realized my slip-up, knowing this was the first time she had heard me use his name. “You don’t have to worry about me losing my head. Apparently, he hates it when I call him Sin.”

” What?…”  She yelled, lifting herself up with her elbow while gazing at me with wide eyes. “You’re serious.” She asked, and I nodded. “How… when did that happen?”

“The night of my graduation, he said he didn’t want me addressing him as Sin.” I stated it nonchalantly, acting like it was no big deal even though I knew it was.

Zoey stared at me with her mouth open wide, and she gasped. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this.”

“You do recall I was pissed about being here and still am. But I have gotten a bit more used to it than when I first came here.”

“True.”  She replies, lying back on the bed. “So what happened with Sin? Why did you look so petrified and all?”

I sighed before I began explaining what had trespassed between Sin and me in the hallway, along with every horror I felt, but I left out a few parts about how he wished to be the one to corrupt me and the like.

Once I was done with my story, the room was instantly filled with Zoey’s laughter, and I struggled not to blush.

“It’s not funny.” I said, nudging her hand.

She turns to look at me, lifting her body slightly while resting her head on her palm. Her mouth fell open as her expression lightened to one of complete amusement and utter exasperation all at the same time. “Mani…”  Her eyebrows pulled up in the middle, and I couldn’t tell whether she was going to laugh or sigh.

Her laughter filled the room again, and I so badly wanted to dig my head into my pillow again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be laughing at your expense, but God.” She snickers.  “You must have been very petrified. I know I would be.” She patted me sympathetically on the cheek.

“You have absolutely no idea.” I groaned.

Zoey and I spent the rest of the day together. We decided to have dinner in my room instead of the dining room, which I didn’t mind. She left, calling it a night. When I eventually slid into bed, I was, of course, unable to fall asleep. It took me a while to fall asleep, but once I did, it was so gently that my dream transitioned into my rambling thoughts without any noticeable pause.

Naturally, my thoughts were on Sin, and I was picturing our next meeting at his office, exactly like we had done before. There was a slight change in the atmosphere of the room as my brain gradually transitioned from sleep to wakefulness. I had the impression that something significant was going to occur. With a devilish grin on his face, he got up and strolled out from behind his desk before approaching me. By the time he touched me, every nerve in my body was tingling with excitement. My shirt was undone, my skirt was sliding up my thighs, and his fingers had burned a trail down the side of my face, across my neck, and into my chest.

He knew precisely how to touch me and all of the secret areas that made me tremble and bite my lip since this was only a dream, which I somehow understood, even as I groaned and parted my legs for him. Two of his fingers moved down the valley between my breasts, paused to dip into my navel, moved down my lower stomach, and teasily stopped just above my mound. I felt my nipples pucker and tighten as they did so.

He grinned.

He leaned over me, resting his elbow on the desk, and his lips lightly touched mine in an almost-kiss.

I had completely broken down, and he had hardly touched me. I could feel my cheeks burning and my chest heaving with every breath. I was able to immerse myself in my imagination because the area of my brain that was aware I was dreaming moved farther away.

I showed that I was more than prepared for him by arching my back. When my legs were farther apart and my skirt was gathered around my waist, he grabbed me by the hips and brought me to the edge of the desk.

As I walked out of my room, flushed by the memories alone, the dream’s memory of him leaning down and planting a scalding kiss on the inside of my thigh was still clearly present in the back of my mind.

No, this wasn’t the best method for getting my thoughts away from my dream. I shoved the thought out of my head, trying not to dwell on it as I proceeded with my hunt for Zoey.

” Mani.”  I felt a hot flush spread across the back of my neck at the sound of his voice. Turning around slowly, I forced myself to meet his gaze. He was standing there casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hmm. Yes. Nikolai,” I said. A few of his men, who stood behind me, stared at me with wide eyes, then back at the boss, trying to seize on his reaction before returning their gaze in aww, and I wondered while they were acting this way.

That was till I realized I had just called their boss by his name. They were probably expecting him to lash out or for him to lose his cool, just like Zoey had expected. Instead, they were left stunned by Sin’s lack of emotions.

Their faces were so comical that I would have laughed if not for the fact that my whole being was occupied by the man in front of me.

My mind travels back to last night and the kiss we shared, and I still can’t stop myself from blushing.

“You are dismissed,” he said to his men, and they bowed, walking out of the room. Sin’s attention remained on me, and I swallowed nervously. “I will be attending a ball tomorrow evening, and I need you to be my escort.”

“Wh… what?”  I stuttered out, looking around with wide eyes before gulping. “You want me to go with you?”

“I believe I just said that, amore.”

“Aren’t you at all bothered about it?”

“Why should I?” He asked with a raised brow, and I stared at him perplexed.

“What if someone I know recognizes me from the ball?”

He let out a chuckle, bobbing his head backward like I had just said something funny, and I stood there admiring his handsome features while looking confused.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” he says with a smirk. “I can very well take care of myself and whatever circumstances may arise.”

I scowled, crossing my hands over my chest. “I never said I was worried about you.”

“Sure, you weren’t.” His smirks grows. “Besides, it’s a masquerade ball, which means we would all be wearing masks.”

“Oh….” I muttered. “Do you trust me enough to let me out of the house? What if I decide to run?”

The smirks on his face were wiped out, and his face turned cold. I began to question myself as to why I had raised such a stupid question.

Sin took a slow, threatening step towards me, until we were breaths apart. He bent so our faces were close to each other before whispering.

“You know better than to defy me, don’t you, amore?” He asked, his tone calm, and I found myself nodding my head.

Of course, I knew very well not to go against him, or risk putting the ones I loved in danger.

“Good.”  He smiled, cupping my face in his hands before leaning forward to peck my forehead. This was something I definitely needed to get used to.