She’s Mine episode 8 – 9

😠SHE’S MINE😠

THEME: {She’s claimed by the heartless mafia}

Asa Gold ✍️

🌹Chapter Eight 🌹

~It keeps getting worse….~

An wh0le hour later, Victoria was dressed and ready. Emily had returned to help her with her hair and make up. Her breath were shallow and her finger clung against the soft material of her dress as the maid led her down the waving hallways to the dinning room.

rom-no was already waiting when she entered. He sat down like a king at the end of the table, his unyielding gaze stopping her in her track. Her grip on the soft material tightened as the image of what happened earlier this morning replayed in her head. She felt so unclad even with the fact that she was putting on a very beautiful and amazing dress. She must say, rom-no was quite skillful in picking out a dress. Well, that’s if he’s really the one who picked out the dress.

His tattooed arms were set on full display with his black shirt rolled up. She didn’t even know he had tattoos until now. There are lot of things she doesn’t actually know about that handsome monster seated across the room from her. And each day he surprises her with Something new. Something different. She have been with him for just a day or so and it felt like she has been with him forever.

Heat spread through her like wildfire when he sized her up from head to toe. She felt so vulnerable and unclad in front of him. He always have a way of intimidating her. And funny enough she wasn’t one to get so intimidated.

A satisfied hum rumbled through his chest. “Beautiful.” His voice was hoarse and his expression one of stone. She couldn’t read what he was thinking, but she saw the heat dancing beneath those tantalizing dark eyes.

“Sit.” He ordered.

Victoria hesitated before settling into a chair across from him. rom-no look so dissatisfied from this but didn’t say anything about it. His gaze never wandered. She could feel his gaze burning h0les through her skin but she refused to meet it. Her eyes were. last down at the empty plate in front of her.

“You think of me as a monster, don’t you?” His voice rumbled, forcing her to look back up. rom-no tapped his fingers on the glass table, his brows raised, questioningly.

“You do want me to be honest, right?” She questioned.

“Why else did I ask you if I don’t want you to be honest?” He responded.

*Then tell this f-cker right on the face. Be brave. Put back on the features of that independent woman in New York City. Bring out the real you.

“You have proven yourself to be a monster. Even the devil will be willing to make you his right hand man.” She spoke, her soft, feminine voice a stark to his rough tone.

He chuckled darkly, “Wow. I love your honesty.” He snapped his fingers, maids rushed in,side the dinning room with lot of food and drinks. It felt like they were having a feast but when she looks around the only people she could see were herself and him. So what’s up with this large meal?

Delicious smell made her stomach growl in demand. She was so damn hungry. Hungry enough to disregard his unwavering gaze. They ate in silence while the maids left the dinning room, leaving rom-no and Victoria alone.

“Does the room suit your taste?” He asked, taking a bite from his salad.

“It reminds me of a prison cell. I’ve never been to one but being in that room feels like I’m in one. So yeah.”

“You won’t lack anything here, love. You belong to me and I love treating those things that belongs to me with caution. I will ensure you get whatever you want. You just have to tell me.”

“I want my freedom so I can go over to New York City and make up your money. Because being here isn’t helping at all.”

The look in his eyes sharpened. “Everything besides that.”

“I don’t get this. How do I make your money by just stripping?”

“That has no business with me. You figure that out yourself.”

“You said you don’t want any other man to touch me but you, but how will that be possible if I’m a stripper?”

He grabbed a glass of red wine and gulped down the wh0le liquid before dropping the empty glass back on the table. “There are rules guiding every stripper. No client is allowed to touch you while you dance.”

“There are the perverted ones who still goes against that rule.”

“Then don’t go any where near those ones.”

“How do I know them? It’s not like it’s written on their foreheads!” *Although, it’s quite obvious you are one of them.* She was going to say that but she dare not. Unless she wants to be punished. She hasn’t given gotten her punishment yet. she doesn’t want to add to it.

rom-no said nothing but stared right into her brown eyes. He clenched his fist that laid on the table. It felt like he was contemplating on what to say to her but no word left his l-ips. And his gaze never left her.

She was getting scared already. She was so use to him talking or yelling at her. Or better still shutting her up. But his silence? She wasn’t use to it. At all. And it was scaring the shit out of her in seeing him silence.

She clears her throat as she readjusted herself on the chair. “Forget what I’d said.” She said through gritted teeth, not looking at his face.

“Fine. I will let you go out and work but it has to be around the vicinity.” He said.

Victoria eyes sparked with new hope as she looked up at him. “Really?” She was happy. She doesn’t have to dance for those drunk and ho-ny men again. She will work as an independent woman and earn his money. This was actually the first time he has said something to make her this happy.

“Hmm. But, you have to earn it.”

Her smile dropped. She knitted her brows at him in complete confusion. What does he mean by that? How would she earn it?

“How?” She choked out, fear starting to build up in her as she awaited for his response.

“Easy. with your body.”

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😠SHE’S MINE😠

THEME: {She’s claimed by the heartless mafia}

Asa Gold✍️

🌹Chapter Nine 🌹

~Her innocence…~

“Easy. with your body.”

She knew he wasn’t joking. The look in his eyes gave out the seriousness but she wanted to believe those words to be a joke. How could one just say something like that to a woman as if it were nothing but a normal thing to do? And she wasn’t just any woman, she was a V-rgin.

Even Julius haven’t gotten a chance to sleep with her regardless of how hærd he tries she still always look for a way to talk him out of it and he understands her. Mind you she wasn’t those kind of girls who is waiting for her wedding night before she sleeps with the guy of her dreams but she was only scared of the implications of sleeping with a man _pregnancy_ she wasn’t ready to become a mother. A baby isn’t yet in her plans.

This was a very difficult choice; Either she give out her body and stop working as a stripper or keep working as a stripper and still live with her pride. It was an option with just slight differences.

She felt like ripping his head off his shoulder and giving it to the vultures to feast on but she has no power for that and the only person who can do such is the whose gaze were piercing h0les into her skin. Her grip tightened on the folk she was holding as she kept staring at him. Her knuckles had turned white due to how tight she was holding the folk. But she cared less.

Imaginations of her stabbing him with the she was holding played in her head. But in reality they were only just imaginations.

“What do you say, love?” He raised a questioning brow at her.

She can’t give out her V-rginity to this monster. They say first time always matters and should be spent with someone that loves you. And this guy was quite the opposite. He hates her. He deprives joy in seeing her sad and in tears. He wasn’t the kind of guy she wants her first time to be with.

“I…I can’t.” She said in a whisper, looking away from his gaze.

“Really? You don’t want to stop working as a stripper or what?” He questioned.

“I don’t want to give my body to you.” She retorted, looking up to his face again. “I don’t want to give my body to you.”

“And why not?” He smirked.

She hates it whenever he smirk. His smirk always make her look stupid and vulnerable. Does he even know she is a V-rgin? “Because I don’t want to.”

He began to tap his fingers again the glass table, the annoying smirk was still plastered on his face. His gaze never left her. Victoria wish the ground would Just open up and swallow her wh0le but that was quite impossible. Earthquake wasn’t something that happens easily.

“Not bad.” He shrugged. “You don’t give your body to me and you continue working as a stripper to earn my money. Nice choice,” He suddenly became silent. His face were hærdened. His eyes were sharpened as he looked at her with a more serious expression. “But you still owe me a punishment, remember?” He tilted his head to the side.

She gulped. He hasn’t anything yet and she was already afraid of what he was going to say. He was too dangerous and that’s what scare her most.

“Wh….wha…what are you trying to say?” She stuttered.

“Simple. I have to punish you now, Love.”

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The room was enveloped in darkness. Curtains pulled close, she could only see the ray of sunshine slipping through the gaps. One of those dim beams fell over the dark color locks of rom-no hair. It gave his face a soft look but there was nothing soft about his expression, his jaw were clenched, looking sharp enough to cut through skin. His eyes shone like a predator stalking his prey _she was ‘that prey’_

Slowly, he lifted a dark looking drink to his l-ips, his Adam apple bobbing with the massive gulp, still his eyes didn’t leave her trembling form.

Victoria thought she had escaped. She thought she will no longer have to give her body to him but she was so damn wrong. She felt like running but she knows that won’t help her. Not when she was in his territory.

“Undress.” The single word order shook the air around them, spoken in tone so low and gravelly she felt her bones quiver.

The dress become crumpled where she had been clenching the entire way to his bedroom? She really doesn’t know where they were exactly but it felt like it was his bedroom because this room they were was far more extensive than her own. The room was painted in black _it was a perfect description of his heart_ rom-no sat perched in an armchair set in front of them, whiskey swirling in the glass he held.

Finally her cramping fingers released the dress. Thin straps fell from her slender shoulders and soon the dress were laying in a heap at her feet. This ki d of reminded her of the time when she took off her clothes and stood unclad in front of him due to a ‘punishment.’ Again. Never did she imagine a day like this would come again. Victoria exhaled shakily reaching behind to undo the hook of her b-ra.

“Leave that on.” rom-no took another sip from his drink, his gaze lingering. Deep satisfaction ran through him at the sight of her in the black lingerie he had bought for her. “Kneel.” His eyes followed hungrily as she sunk onto her knees between his legs.

Victoria was confused on what next to do. Was she to just kneel there and do nothing or what? She raised her head to look at him, he raised a questioning brow at her.

“What’s stopping you, love?” He questioned. Victoria wasn’t still familiar with the nickname he made for her, *love… and Amore* Whenever he calls her that she always feel like puking. He doesn’t even know her name!

“I…I don’t know what I’m suppose to do.” She said, looking down at the floor in embarrassment. rom-no always have a way of making her feel intimidated just by looking at her.

“Are you kidding me right now?” She shook her head no still not matching his stare. He placed his hand on her chin and raised her head up to look at his face. “You haven’t done this before?”

“If it’s what I’m thinking…then no.” She said.

“Wait…are you a V-rgin?” He dragged his words, staring deeply into her eyes to see if there will be any lies or deceit in them but when she was reluctant to give him a simple reply, he knew just what the answer may be.

“Yes.” She breath out.

His hand on her chin dropped to his side as he pulled away creating enough space between them. He took another sip from his drink and got up to his feet turning to face the window. His broad back were facing her.

rom-no stuffed his less busy hand into his p-nts pocket while the other held the almost finished whiskey. He has never come across a V-rgin or a girl as innocent as Victoria since he began this job as a mafia don after the reign of his father. He spent most of his life in the mafia. He had slept with so many girls and in all honesty they were always the one coming to him and not the other way round. Victoria was practically the first girl for him to ever go after. Okay, she actually came to him. But not for s€× but for something else.

She was independent and he admire their attribute about her. In fact that was what attracted her to him in the first place. She was just so different from most of those girls he had slept with in the past. Her innocence really baffles him.

He took the last gulp of his drink and dropped the empty glass on the table in front of him. Victoria still stood behind him saying nothing as she waited for his next words….or judgement.

“Leave.” Those were his next words to her. She should be happy that he wasn’t going to take advantage of her. But instead Victoria felt disappointed. She began to wonder if it’s because she was a V-rgin that’s why he refused to touch her or if it’s because she lacks experience… Different thoughts just kept coming into her head. She slowly rose up to her feet and picked up her dress. She looked at his back one last time before walking out of the room.

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# To Be Continued…

What’s even wrong with this guy? He’s just so confused. Or am i the confused one?🤔.

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