Stuck in a Mafia Romance

NO ONE’S POV

Vivien felt like she was trapped in a burning room, and the only thing keeping her alive was the giant ice barge she was clinging to.

Dominic’s skin felt so incredibly refreshing against her feverish warmth. Wanting more of that soothing coldness, she tilted her head up and unconsciously let out her tongue, licking the side of his neck.

It felt absolutely awesome, like a splash of cold water in the middle of a desert.

The moment her wet tongue touched his bare neck, Dominic felt a sudden jolt of pure shock shoot straight through his entire body. His breath caught in his throat, and his jaw clenched hard. The very last thread of his iron control snapped completely. He couldn’t hold back anymore. His dark eyes grew frosty, filling with an intense hunger.

He looked down at her flushed face then her rosey lips. "Don’t blame me when you’re the one who provoked me first," he muttered, his voice deep and hoarse.

With that, he leaned down and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. He bit her neck fiercely, sinking his teeth into her soft skin leaving a deep dark mark to claim her as his own.

Vivien gasped loudly at the sudden sharp sting, a soft moan escaping her lips. But the pain didn’t make her pull away. Instead, she could feel the heavy fire inside her body go completely wild, reacting instantly to this familiar possessive touch. Her hands tightened around his shoulders, pulling him even closer as the heat between them flared up like a wildfire. Her nails digging into his shoulder.

Dominic didn’t give her a single second to breathe. In the very next moment, he came up and crashed his lips onto hers in a deeply hungry kiss. It was completely overwhelming, totally crushing her defenses and captivating her lips.

He kissed her with a breathless desperation, devouring her completely in the quiet bedroom.

The hungry kiss completely consumed her. Dominic’s lips were demanding, locking against hers with a intensity that left Vivien absolutely breathless.

Her mind, already completely clouded by the wine, spun out of control as he deepened the kiss. All she knew was the intoxicating heat wrapping around her.

Her small hands, previously pinned above her head, were finally released, and she immediately used them to grip the fabric of his shirt. She pulled him closer, her fingers wrinkling the material as she practically begged for more of his cooling presence to fight off the burning fire inside her.

Dominic broke the kiss for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes glowing with an unhealthy obsessive light as he looked down at her swollen lips and flushed cheeks. His breathing was ragged, and completely devoid of his usual calm composure.

"You’re mine, Viella," he growled softly against her skin, as the clothes she was wearing slowly fell. "Every single part of you."

Before she could even process the name or what was happening, he leaned down again.

His lips trailed a path of burning kisses from her jawline down to the sensitive skin of her collarbone, deliberately pressing right over the fresh mark he had just bitten into her neck.

Vivien let out another soft whimper, her head rolling back onto the pillows as an intense pleasure rushed through her veins.

The room was completely silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the soft rustle of the sheets. Dominic’s large, cold hands slid down her waist, gripping her hips firmly to keep her anchored beneath him.

The feel of his icy touch against her feverish, sweating skin made her shiver violently, driving the fire in her body to a peak.

She felt completely captive, totally trapped under his massive muscular frame, but in her deeply intoxicated state, she didn’t want to escape. The familiar scent of his body surrounded her, making her feel safe yet completely overwhelmed by the passion radiating from the man hovering over her.

Dominic lifted his head slightly, his fingers tangling tightly into her hair, taking a stand to kiss it. Slowly his hand slid down to her jaw as he forced her to look into his frosty eyes.

"Tell me do you want me to continue?" He asked.

Vivien only nodded.

There was no turning back now. The quiet estate was entirely empty and tonight, he was going to make sure she forgot every other name but his.

Dominic’s touch grew heavier, guided by the need that had been building inside him for a very long time. He wanted to claim her completely, to make her his in every way possible. He kissed every part of her body until he was satisfied. Then suddenly he felt a tingling sensation on his shoulder.

Vivien bite down his shoulder leaving teeth marks. Dominic smirked, instead of pain he felt pleasure. She was claiming him and he didn’t mind it at all, after all She was his and He was hers.

His large hands slid down her body, gently parting her legs to fit his large frame perfectly between them. Vivien whimpered softly, her body naturally relaxing under his weight. The heat radiating between them was intense.

Dominic shifted, his movements slow but full of a powerful intent. He leaned down, burying his face in her hair as his lower body pressed firmly against hers. He needed her- completely and desperately and there was no holding back anymore.

With a slow push, he entered her, filling her completely.

Vivien gasped, her fingers digging tightly into his broad shoulders as her body adjusted to the sudden fullness. It felt intense and yet right.

Dominic groaned low in his throat, a sound of pure relief and satisfaction, before he began to move.

His rhythm was slow and possessive. Each stroke was smooth, driving the fire inside Vivien to an absolute peak. She arched her back against the soft mattress, completely swept away by the rhythm he was setting.

Dominic held her tightly against him as he carried them both to the edge. In those breathless moments, the tension snapped, leaving them both completely spent and tangled together in the quiet dark.

It was going to be a long long night ~

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Meanwhile, the scene shifted entirely.

Inside the quiet car, Enzo sat frozen, looking at the heavily drugged girl in front of him. Amelia had totally lost all of her consciousness by now. She was no longer in reality, her mind completely driven away and controlled by the seductive drug swirling in her system.

"Let me touch you... please..." she whined, tears of frustration and intense heat spilling down her flushed cheeks.

Enzo annoyedly looked at her, his expression filled with cold detachment. He didn’t have a single ounce of sympathy for her desperate state.

"Imagine I am Vivien! Please... I need this..." she gasped out, her slurred voice begging as she completely lost her mind to the haze.

The moment that name left her lips, Enzo’s eyes gleamed with a darkness. The mention of Vivien struck a nerve inside him. Before he could even push her away or make a conscious decision, Amelia lunged forward, crashing her lips into his.

Deeply annoyed by all of today’s disastrous events and furious that his perfect moment with his precious Viella had been completely ruined, Enzo suddenly wanted nothing more than to divert his mind from the anger boiling in his chest.

With a smirk, he grabbed her tightly, holding her in place as he returned the kiss. It was a harsh kiss, crashing against her mouth with a punishing force. There was absolutely no warmth or gentleness in the way he held her. It was rough enough to hurt her lips. After all, she meant absolutely nothing to him. She was just a flawless distraction to burn off his rage.

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The morning was bright. Sunlight came through the massive bedroom windows.

Vivien felt her whole body screaming in soreness, and her mind was filled with a throbbing headache. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt like they’re glued.

After some time, she finally managed to force them open and looked around the unfamiliar, luxurious room. The moment she tried to sit up, she realized she couldn’t move. A large arm was tightly wrapped around her waist, pinning her securely against a broad chest.

Instantly, her eyes snapped wide open, all the sleep washing away in a flash of pure panick. She slowly turned her head to see who on earth was lying next to her, and the exact second her eyes landed on the sleeping figure, her entire body froze in absolute horror.

Dante?.. No! I mean Dominic?! The grumpy suit?!

Her eyes darted down to his body and then she looked down at herself. Her dress was gone alone with his! the sheets were twisted, and she was a complete, utter mess!

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!!!

Panic shot straight through her veins. Her heart began to beat loudly. Her memory of the previous night was a blurry disaster. She desperately tried to piece it together.

She only remembered up to the point where her throat was burning because of Amelia’s trick, and then she remembered drinking that sweet, vintage wine...

THAT WINE!

IT WAS THE WINE!!! Why did I have to drink it?!

A sudden realization hit her. The last time a situation like this happened... it was inside the book. And she clearly remembered what happened in the book after that scene. What a twisted coincidence. The exact same thing had just happened to her with someone with same face.

She looked back at his sleeping handsome face, his sharp jawline looking surprisingly peaceful in the morning light.

Shouldn’t I ask my boss what we are to each other after this? a tiny voice in her brain suggested.

Shut up! she mentally shushed it, wanting to scream. Absolutely not!

I am so ruined!!! He is going to kill me! Oh my Lord, this is so incredibly embarrassing!!!!

She lay there completely stiff, barely daring to breathe, terrified that even a single twitch would wake the sleeping beast next to her.

How was she supposed to face her cold terrifying boss after she had literally spent the night in his bed?

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TO BE CONTINUED