Conquered by the Mafia Boss

She coughs into her drink, her cheeks blazing like a fire engine. “Wow. Does that line ever work for you?”

It clearly did. Despite her unimpressed tone, she keeps her face buried in her drink. I can see the way she presses her thighs together, and the color of her cheeks says it all, really.

“Sometimes. So far, I think it’s working pretty well on you.”

She snorts into her drink and shifts in her seat, her leg bumping into mine. “Well, you got my attention.”

“Hm-that’s not very enticing.”

“Why, because I’ve fucked around?” Disappointment seethes my insides. I can’t stand prudes, but she doesn’t seem like one. A small smile lingers on her lips. Teasing. She’s teasing me.

Her face heats up like a lamp and she hurriedly swallows the rest of her glass, sputtering slightly. A drop lands on her face, and I’m tempted to lean over and li*ck it right off.

“What makes you think you can talk to me like that?”

“I’m sorry, hon. You told me you weren’t in the mood so I thought I’d get right to it. I’ll make you forget every asshole who didn’t treat you like the goddess you are. Is that what you want to hear?”

“You should have started out with that one.”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Her eyelids flutter as I reach out and touch her shoulder. That thin little strap just begs to be ripped off. Elena looks at my hand and her lips part slightly. Fuck, it’s hot.

“I like to cut to the chase. Life’s too short to spend it talking about bullshit.”

“Me too. And the answer is no.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re coming home with me tonight.”

She cocks her head and crosses her legs. “I’m not interested.”

“Your body tells me something different.”

Then she raises a middle finger with a shadow of a grin ghosting her face. “How about now? What is my body telling you right now?”

My chest shakes with laughter at this little spitfire. “It tells me that you like the chase.”

“Uh-huh.”

She rolls her eyes again at me, brushing an errant strand from her head, and I catch her wrist in mine. Elena sucks in her breath slightly and blood rushes to my chest when I feel her heartbeat through her skin.

“You like the filthy shit I keep whispering in your ear. Admit it.”

“Maybe I do, but I’m still not interested.”

She says one thing, but doesn’t make a move to pull from my grasp. Like a flower starved of sunlight, she opens up to me. Wants more. There’s a vein jumping in her neck: I. Want. Him.

A flash of irritation sears my chest. “You have a boyfriend, right?”

Elena sips her drink quietly.

“Fuck him. Come home with me instead.”

“He’s more like an asshole ex.” Her eyes darken at the mention of him.

Ah, even better.

“Didn’t I tell you? I’ll make you forget about him.”

Her eyes shine like dark gems as she stares at me, her bottom lip trembling as if she dares to believe.

Fuck, I want to get closer to this girl, but I want her without all the guys gawking at her, so I stand up.

“Take your drink. C’mon.”

“Where are we-?”

I take her hand and pull her from the bar stools, bringing her to the back rooms with VIP booths. The noise drops away slightly as we enter the mostly deserted VIP room. I sit down, still holding her hand. She looks hesitant, but my smile wins her over. It always wins them over.

She slides over the booth, and I don’t throw an arm over her like I want to. The leather couch squeaks as she moves closer to me, her thigh gently touching mine as she turns her body toward me. Her big, expressive eyes tremble in the low light. This girl is fu*cking scared. Nervous?

I push it aside as I take her in. My eyes can’t get enough of the smoothness of her skin, the way the dress and her lips, slightly puffy as though from a bee sting.

“So is this where you’re going to m@ke me come with your to*ngue?” The last bit shakes from her voice in a nervous laugh.

“If that’s what you want, sure.”

She inhales deeply and exhales in a shuddering breath. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

“I do.”

My finger runs along her jaw, turning her face toward mine so that those stung lips are right under mine. I hold her there the same way I’d hold her over the edge of a cliff. She trembles, waiting for me to make the first move. Her breath mists over my face and then she shakes her head.

“No, I can’t.”

No. Yes. No. Yes. Make up your fucking mind.

“I’m sorry. I can’t while he’s still in my life.”

Like I give a fuck about stepping on some other douchebag’s toes.

Her brown eyes widen. “Seriously, if he saw me with someone else he’d-“