She’s Mine episode 17 – 18

😠SHE’S MINE😠

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

🌹Chapter 17&18 🌹

~He’s human…~

(Sorry for the late post guys, I’m kinda ill…)

The k-ss took her breath away _ deep and perhaps a bit sloppy. She didn’t care. His tongue explored her mouth with lustful vigor, and she couldn’t stop the butterflies swirling in her core. Her small arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, fingers running through the thick messy locks of his hair.

Her mind seem to be far away from normal and she didn’t care. She was enjoying this k-ss way too much. She was even afraid of getting addicted to it but that’s if she wasn’t already addicted.

rom-no was the first to pull away, breaking off the k-ss. “You’re hurt.” He rasped, pure, scalding heat dancing in his eyes. Desire. Want. Need. She couldn’t begin to mention the emotions she could in those tantalizing dark eyes of his. Among all she found Concern, Care _As clear as day_

He cares about her? Or was it just because of the heated moment and with time everything would fade away? She doesn’t know what to believe or think but she hope her thoughts were all wrong.

“What if I said I wanted this?” She was crazy to have said that. A normal person would have taken it as a good moment and pull back and claim was a mistake, a heat of the moment inspired by his high state and meds. But she was far from being normal. Or did the bullet by chance affected her sense of reasonings?

He was a bit taken aback by her words but didn’t k-ss her like she was hoping for him to do. His gaze lowered down to the bandage around her stomach, he was tempted to k-ss her, touch every part of her body, and make love to her but he couldn’t. She was in so much pain already and it was all because of him, he doesn’t want to add to the pains by having s€× with her.

The bandage around her was the tiny barrier between them.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Amore. You are already hurt because of me.” He said in a very calm tone. A tone she wasn’t really use to.

She nods her head in understanding, looking away from him. He was right. They shouldn’t be doing this. Hell, they shouldn’t have even thought of doing it in the first place. She was crazy to have almost given in to a monster like him. How could she have wanted this? Or did the bullet hit her sense of reasoning? This same guy was the cause of all of her misfortune. How can she forget? And besides she has a boyfriend who must’ve been waiting for her to come back to him.

She let out a deep sigh as she fell back on the bed, she curled up herself and shut her eyes closed. She miss Julius. She miss everything they’ve been through together. She miss his light k-sses, his touch, his voice…She began making up images of Julius k-ssing her, holding her, touching her… Suddenly, his face fades away and was replaced by a certain someone. A guy with an inked body, his jaw were clenched, his face were hærdened, his l-ips were plump and so k-ssable, she was loving the way he was touching her, k-ssing her, holding her, she was so captivated and drawn into those dark tantalising eyes of his…

Wait.

Dark tantalising eyes…

Inked skin….

Jaw clenched….

Face hærdened….

They weren’t the features of Julius…She practically gasped out, as her eyes peeled open and was met with that same features. He was staring right back at her, his expression were holding a little hint of worry.

“Are you okay?” He asked her.

She quickly nods her head and sat upright, hissing from the pain that shot up on her stomach.

She couldn’t believe herself. How could she have imagined him…

“Are you sure? You were mo-ning as you slept.”

She slept? Oh, it wasn’t an imagination but a dream? She was crazy.

Wait.

Recap.

*You were mo-ning as you slept.*

She was mo-ning at his touch and k-sses? And he had heard her do so?

“I…what are you doing here?” She snapped.

The embarrassment was killing her!

“Uh…I couldn’t leave you alone. You were whimpering in pain so i decided to stay here with you and just this morning you started mo-ning. Are you sure you are okay?”

Her face were heated with embarrassment and stupidity. She had mo-ned out in her sleep. And the cause of it was this Greek god staring right into her eyes.

“I’m fine.” She mumbled, looking away from his eyes.

Indeed it was morning. She didn’t even know when she fell asleep. She must be really tired.

She could still feel his gaze boring h0le in her skin and it wasn’t helping matter at all instead it was making everything worst.

“Are you not leaving?” She asked, not looking at him. If she did she will die.

“Are you okay?” He repeated the question again. She heard amusement in his voice. She definitely did. “Um, can I ask a question?”

When did he ever ask for her permission to ask her a question?

“Yes?”

“Who were you having s€× with?” *OH MY GOD. THIS ISN’T HAPPENING.* Her face went redder than earlier. She was like a hot tomato. Did he just ask her that? F-ck! Was he crazy? Can’t he see she was already dying of embarrassment here? This stomach might not have killed her but the embarrassment will if this guy keep staying here.

“I..I want to pee, could you please leave?” She said instead of giving him answers. He might have hear her mo-ning but there was no way she was going to let him know who it was she was having s€× with in her dream.

“Do you need help?”

She was at the verge of crying right now. She slowly look at him. “You will help me if you leave. Please.” She pleaded.

He smirked as he got up to his feet. He stared at her for sometime before turning, and walking towards the door, he turned the knob and just when she was about to breath out a sigh of relief, he said. “Ah, I must say, you sound so good mo-ning my name.” And he left.

Her mouth dropped open as she stared at the closed door. He has successfully killed her.

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She made her way out of the room and walked down the stairs. This place was different. It seemed like she was in a total different environment. The decorations were different, the smell were different. Everything were so different here.

She finally climbed down from the stairs and looked around the living room. There were no maids, no guards, no Emily. Where was she? Where was this place? She slowly made her way to the white door and turned up the knob, she pushed the door open and walked out of the house. The sun was so bright which made her squint her eyes a little so she could survey her surroundings.

After a while of walking and hissing due to the pain that will struck up whenever she takes a hærd step. Finally she was met with the most beautiful view she has ever seen.

The beach was so blue and beautiful. She has never seen a beach this blue until now. It seems like she was in a totally different country.

She tucked her hair behind her ear as she grinned at the sight in front of her. It was very beautiful. She could spend all morning just by staring at it.

She heard mumbling from a afar and when she turned to see who it was, she found him.

He was wearing a black short with a button up shirt. He was on the phone with someone.

Victoria quickly look away, her heart were hammering for a reason she doesn’t even know…maybe she does but she don’t want to believe it.

She stared at the blue ocean, trying to block out the fact that he was around her. Her dreams came flashing into her head, her face were now flushed. Was she ever going to forget that dream?

“You can’t seem to forget the w-t dream, can you?” His deep voice came in invading her privacy.

How does he even know she was thinking about the dream? Did her face give her away?

“It wasn’t a w-t dream.” She lied.

“Are you sure?” He raised a questioning brow at her making her look even more stupid of herself.

“Stop giving me that look.” She said.

“What look?” He asked, feigning innocent.

“The look you have on right now.” She said.

“Why, was it the same look I was giving you in the dream?” He smirked, walking closet to her. She was tempted to take a step back but due to her stubbornness she didn’t. “Tell me, what did we do in the dream?”

“Nothing.” She answered, lowering her gaze to the ground.

“Nothing? Oh, that means you did dreamt about me.” He was still smirking.

“NO!”

“you don’t have to keep denying it you know? Your face is practically red as we speak.” He placed his hand on her chin and lifted her head up so she was staring at him now. She didn’t know they were standing this close, his face were just few meters away from hers, if anyone make any funny movement they will be k-ssing. “What did we do in your dream?” He asked again, his gaze held hers captive and as usual, she was trapped in those dark eyes of his.

“We…” Her voice trailed off. Her heart were beating really fast and at the same slow. Was that feeling even possible? She was going crazy, right?

“Did we do this…” He trailed his fingertips over her arms, making her gasp. “Or this…” He wrapped his arms around her wa-ist and pulled her closet to himself, her hands went flat on his broad chest. “Or this…” He crashed his l-ips on hers. The k-ss was so soft, gentle and f-cking slow. He bit her lower lip asking for entrance and she did gave it to him. His tongue explored her mouth, her tiny arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer if possible. His hands roamed around her body, making a mo-n escape from her l-ips. He slowly broke off the k-ss, their foreheads were resting against each other. “Good for you, your dream just came to pass.”

F-ck!

Her face turned red again, she quickly pushed him off her and turned away from him and started running back into the house. This guy will be the death of her. Even with the fact that her stomach was hurting, she still kept running. It was better off than to stand there with him and die of embarrassment. Suddenly, she heard him laugh. He laughed. She stopped running and turned back to look at him, he was laughing as he stared at her. Come to think of it, this was actually her first time to see him laugh. He look so happy and handsome. She looks deeper to see if she could find the monster she hated and despise but she couldn’t. She couldn’t find the monster, the mean and heartless mafia. All she found was a man, laughing at her embarrassment. *He was a human. Not a monster.* She thought to herself as a smile played at the side of her l-ips. It’s funny how his laugh made her happy and fulfilled. Though, he was laughing at her embarrassment, she should be angry for that but she wasn’t and that’s because it’s worth it.

He’s worth it.

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“Ahh!” Her scre-med echoed in the room. Ace shot up to his feet and ran towards the bathroom, barging in without even knocking.

There she was, lying down on the floor, gro-ning in pain as she held her stomach. The ground was filled with water, the shower was left on, it seems like she was going to have her bath when she slipped and fell.

Ace quickly rush to her. “Are you okay? What happened?” He asked, picking her up in his arms _in bridal style_

“I…slipped.” She gro-ned.

He walked them out of the bathroom and went towards the bed, he dropped her down and knelt down in front of her.

“What were you doing? Don’t you know you are injured and need to be careful?” He was worried, his eyes were giving it away.

Victoria was happy to see him this worried about her but she was also confused as well. He doesn’t like her, in fact he hates her guts and always enjoys seeing her in pain and sorrow so why was he worried now? Shouldn’t he be happy to see her cry? He was always use to making her cry right from the moment the met.

“You care.” She breaths out.

“Yes. I care. You are wounded.” He replied her. “What were you even doing?”

“I wanted to have a shower.” She answered, lowering her gaze down, refusing to meet his gaze.

She heard him let out a deep sigh but didn’t look up at him. “You can’t. The doctor said you have to keep that bandage on until next week and water is not allowed to touch it.”

What? She won’t be having her bath! She stare up at him, her eyes were wide open.

“I won’t be able to have a good shower? Is that what you are telling me?”

“It was the doctor’s instructions not mine.” He shrugged, getting up to his feet.

She slowly brought her hand up to her hair and ran her fingers through it, she brought her hand over to her nose and sniffed at it. It stink. She really do need a good shower or better still, she needs to wash her hair.

How can she be under the same roof with a guy as hot as rom-no without taking her bath or washing her hair?

Damn, she feel so embarrassed and ashamed of herself.

Why have she just been embarrassing herself since she woke up from the deep sleep? Or was it because of the bullet?

rom-no saw her sniffing the finger she used to touch her hair. He was tempted to laugh but didn’t.

“You can still wash your hair.” He said.

“Really?” She questioned, excitement were running through her.

He smirked. “Yeah. But, that’s if I wash it for you.” Her happiness were cut short as soon as he said those words.

“What?”

“You obviously can’t wash it yourself or can you?” She nodded her head ‘yes’ “Oh, really? Then raise your hand up in the air without whining in pain.” He challenged.

She slowly lifted her hand up, the pain suddenly shot up making her whine in pain, she puts down her hand, a sad look was plastered on her face.

“You see. Don’t blame me, sweetheart.” He stretched out his palm for her to take.

She stared at his outstretched palm without making any attempt to place hers on his. Does she really want him to wash her hair for her? Well, she obviously has no other option than to let him and besides there’s no way she’s not going to wash this hair today.

She placed her palm on his, rom-no pulled her up gently to her feet and led her to the bathroom. He turned off the shower, told her to sit on the floor and place her head over the bathing tub, she did just that without any complain.

He grabbed a hair shampoo and conditioner from the side and poured it on her hair then began washing it for her. Victoria shut her eyes close as rom-no’s fingers m-ssages her scalp. It felt amazing. He was amazing.

Who would believe a heartless mafia like rom-no could be this gentle? Definitely not her if she didn’t witness it herself.

“Have you ever done this before?” She asked, breaking the silence between them.

rom-no didn’t answer. She thought he wasn’t going to answer but he surprised her by saying. “No.”

“Wow. I must say, you are doing a good job.” She complimented.

Why was she sounding so informal to him? When did she start to get so comfortable being around him? Could it be because of the bullet? Damn, what was she even thinking, everything don’t have to be the bullet fault, or does it?

He rinsed out the soap from her hair, m-ssaging her scalp more softly and gently. After he was done, he grabbed a white towel from behind and began wiping her hair dry.

He slowly carried her up in his arms in bridal style and walked them out of the bathroom to the bedroom. Victoria wrapped her arms around his neck as he led them towards the king sized bed.

He dropped her down on the bed as soon as they got closer, he stood in front of her, his hands were stuffed into his p-nts pocket. His gaze never left hers.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

What’s wrong with her? Why was her heart beating this fast and loud? This was so new to her. Yeah, she had fallen in love before…in fact she was still in love but never have her heart ever beat this way before whenever she was around Julius.

Whenever Julius was around her, she would only feel happy and nervous but never have her heart beat this way.

Was she sick? God, this was insane. She was insane.

Her mind suddenly wander off to the k-ss they both shared at the beach side earlier that morning. He was so gentle as he k-ssed her, it felt like he was afraid of hurting her but still felt the need of k-ssing her.

Could it be an illusion? Could it be her imagination? Why was she even thinking about his k-sses?

“Thank you.” Victoria said in a whisper, looking away from him.

“Hmm.” He mumbled, taking his gaze from her as well. “Are you hungry?”

“Huh?” She said, looking back at his face. She had heard him correctly but she wasn’t so sure if he really did said that or not.

“Let’s go eat dinner.” He ordered, turning around and walked out of the room, leaving her no room for argument or disagreement.

There goes the arrogant jerk…

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She walked into the kitchen, looking around, the kitchen was different from the other one. In fact this house was different.

Come to think of it she hasn’t seen any single maid or guard walking about neither have she seen Emily, her personal maid.

Where were they? Where they even in New York?

A delicious aroma suddenly hit her up, bringing her back to her surrounding. There he was, stirring up something in a pot. His broad back were facing her while all of his attention and focus were on the pot.

He cook? She never imagined someone like rom-no to be able to handle the kitchen. She had seen him as a man who hates anything pot or cooking gas talk more of being able to cook.

Julius might have grew up in a complete family, he might have received a lot of good home training, he might be a good guy that every girl dream to be with but one thing he wasn’t…was a good cook. Julius hated anything that has to do with cooking. To his belief cooking are girls responsibility not men like himself.

Stupid, right?

rom-no was very different from Julius. They were two different people with different personalities. Julius was the nice, gentle and calm guy who loves to make people around them feel happy and save while rom-no on the other hand was the opposite of Julius. And yet she find herself liking the other personality _rom-no’s_ Crazy, right?

”You are staring.” She didn’t even realize she was staring and smiling as well as she watch him show off his cooking skills. “Love what you see?” He winked.

Did he just flirt with her?

“No.” She answered, looking away. Her face were already heating up. *F-ck this stupid blushing.* She thought to herself, using her hair to cover up her flushed face and embarrassment.

He chuckles darkly, turning his attention back to the food, without saying a word.

Victoria stood at that same s₱0t he’d met her when he turned to look at her, he raised a questioning brow at her.

“You aren’t going to seat?”

“I was just going to do just that.” She said, walking over to the island chair, she sat down on it, her gaze were still fully fixed on him.

After a while of watching him cook, he began dishing out the food and when she offered to help he turned her down using her wounded stomach as an excuse.

He served the food while she was did the sitting down and watching him and oh, guiding him as well telling him where and where not to drop the plates. She expected him to yell at her or glare at her but he did neither of the two.

*To me, I don’t think he treats you as a maid because clearly a maid wouldn’t have a personal maid at her beck and call.* Emily words echoed in her head.

Could Emily be right? But if he truly doesn’t see her as a slave as he had always call her then what does he see her as? A friend? A companion? what?

“The food will get cold if you keep staring at it like that.” His voice cut through her thoughts, bringing her back to reality.

“Thanks for the meal.” She smiled.

He just nodded his head saying nothing. They both began to eat silently. The food was really delicious, Victoria couldn’t help it but to mo-n out loud, earning a look from him.

“Sorry.” She whispered, looking down in embarrassment. She can’t even count the amount of times she has embarrassed herself since she woke up from that deep sleep.

“You must be enjoying the food.” He said, smirking.

“Honestly, yeah. I never expected you to be this good in the kitchen.” She said in sincerity.

“There are other things I’m very good at aside from the kitchen you know?” He said.

“Like handling your guns?”

“Well, yeah. But not that.” Her cheeks suddenly turned pink as she came to realize just what he was talking about.

She took a bite of the chicken wing, it was very delicious and soft as she chew it.

The meal was delicious never had she imagined the almighty rom-no to be a wonderful cook.

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rom-no was busy making a phone call, while he smoke, he was at the balcony, he wasn’t looking so happy on the phone call, he was rather pissed over something the person at the other line was saying.

He puffed out a smoke of cigarette. “He shouldn’t be far.” He said darkly.

“Yeah. We heard he’s at Hong Kong right now. I’ve sent some of our men to go over there to search for him.” Sniper, his right hand man informed.

“Good. I think we should also relocate our sh¡pment to somewhere else for the time being.” He said, taking in another drag of the cigarette.

“That will be a very good idea because I think Marcus will want to steal the sh¡pment from us.” Sniper reasoned out.

“That has been his main motive. My sh¡pment. I won’t let him get what he wants or have his way with my sh¡pment. Never. How about the guy who harmed my Amore?”

“He’s not yet dead. We are still torturing him like you’ve instructed.”

“Good. Make sure you torture him until he begs for death, okay?”

“Yes sir.”

“He dare harmed my Amore, I will make sure he suffers dearly for it.”

“I will do just that, sir.” There was a short silence until Sniper spoke up again. “How is Italy?”

“Not bad. It’s…still the same.”

“But why Italy of all places? You could have gone somewhere else. Somewhere better.”

“I have to show her something while we are here in Italy.” He said, puffing out another smoke of cigarette.

He didn’t realize he wasn’t alone any longer until he heard her angelic voice from behind him. “We are in Italy?” She sounded surprise but that did nothing to cover up the anger in her voice as well.

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# To Be Continued…