Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Baby... "

Mimi thought it was a dream when she heard that nickname being called but that voice was unmistakable, not to talk about the feel of the heat upon her ear.

"Jesus Christ !" She sat up straight with a startle, her heart pounding so loudly against her ribcage that she thought it would escape her heart.

And then she saw him, Victor, beside her on her bed with his shitty grinning face.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Victor? You scared the bejesus out of me." Mimi complained, running her hand through her disheveled hair.

Victor didn't say anything, rather he leaned down and kissed her before she could stop him. Mimi couldn't resist him and kissed him back and well... It was sweet.

Yeah, a sweet kiss that made butterflies flutter in her stomach and she couldn't help but pull him closer, deepening the kiss and eliciting a moan from him. Things became heated and would have escalated had she not remembered their sex wasn't exactly subtle and her parents were around.

"I miss you so much that I feel I'm losing my mind," Victor whispered against her lips, those words of his making her heart skip a beat.

Oh no, she can't be deceived by his sugary words. How could he miss her that much when they met, no, had sex yesterday?

"That doesn't erase the fact that I'm fucking mad at you right now!" Mimi pushed him away and all he did was grin. God, when did he become such a fool?

Mimi looked at him sternly, "Did I or did I not warn you about breaking into my room?"

"Yeah, you did." He answered.

"And?" She asked, a brow cocked.

"Which is why I sent you a text before coming in but you were sleeping, it was adorable," He said dramatically.

Creepy, that was the only word Mimi could think of at that moment as she reached for her cellphone, and true to his words, there was a text.

[I'll be breaking into your room in five minutes. ~ love, Victor]

"Seriously," Mimi groaned, falling back on her bed. She wiped her face with both of her hands, what has she gotten herself into by getting involved with the likes of him?

However, Victor was leaning over her in the minute, that smile still on his face as he hovered above her, saying, "As much as I love this sexy invitation, I need you to come with me."

Mimi glared at him, "This is no invitation, Victor." She then sat up straight, looking at him suspiciously, "Where are you taking me this time, Victor? Wait a minute, are you kidnapping me again? Did Arianna do something bad?" She asked all of those questions in one breath, panicking already.

"No, no, no, my love." He clasped her face, trying to calm her down, "None of that is happening, in fact, it's a surprise that you are going to love."

"Oh." Mimi was able to calm down. She has to come to understand that she's leverage over Arianna and the last time he wanted her to come with him, it was to kidnap her.

"This is the middle of the night, Victor." She pointed out how outrageous this outing was.

"That's the best part, baby. The beauty of the city is at night and only the strong can grasp that." He said but it didn't make sense to her at all.

Mimi looked at him suspiciously, "Are you high, by chance?"

His gaze dropped to her lips and lingered, oozing sex appeal as he said, "I'm always high when I'm with you."

Aside from the fact she gulped, Mimi was more confused than ever because that sentence didn't exactly answer her question.

"I would get dressed," She said, trying to climb out of bed, only to move back and warn him, "And please, stop calling me those nicknames."

"Sorry, but no promises, baby girl," He said, and to her shock, took the finger she pointed at him into his mouth and sucked it.

Mimi had her mouth agape as she watched him suck her finger, everything happening too fast for her to react. That action sent heat straight to her core and Mimi pulled her finger away from his mouth as fast as a bolt of lightning.

"No touching as well!" She warned while getting away from him at the same time, red-faced.

"As long as you don't start the fire first, baby girl." He was smug as he now lay on her bed, his head propped.

Mimi was currently in a dilemma because she was in nothing but her nightwear. She wore no bra, no panties which meant she would have to get naked to change and she didn't trust herself with Victor around.

She knew she should have gotten a walk-in closet but her parents decided her room from teenagehood was the best. Well, it wasn't the best now when it comes to dressing up with an unexpected guest in her room.

Even if she asked Victor, he wouldn't give her space - she knew he was shameless to an extent. Also, it would make her seem shy and totally not a badass if she went to her toilet to change.

"I'll turn around," He said out of nowhere, startling and surprising her at the same time. That was… unexpected?

Mimi didn't say "thank you" to him, that was male chivalry. Victor did what he was supposed to do for once without her asking.

Yet, with a smile on her face, Mimi undressed and got dressed in a shirt with no bra - her boobs deserve some freedom and it's late at night - and a denim high waist shorts. She hoped wherever Victor was taking her deserved a casual code of dressing because she was in no mood for otherwise.

"You can turn now," Mimi said to him as soon as she was done. And he did so immediately, releasing a catcall whistle when he saw her.

"You look -"

"Don't say it." Mimi already knew what he would say.

"Deliciously eatable." He did say it, his tone breathy and his eyes dark. She might as well have been the syrup on a pancake because those eyes were hungry.