Dance Of The Black Swan

"Where have you been?" I flinch and rooted on my spot upon hearing that familiar hardening tone of voice. 

My eyes slowly widened seeing the familiar silhouette of a man, sitting on the dark corner of my room. I blink my eyes not believing what my eyes making me see. 

He's here? What is he doing here? 

"I wanna do bad things with you my flower, I been waiting for you" he said in low husky tone just enough for me to heard him.

I didn't able to answer, still surprised. 

I narrowed my eyes to see him clearly,  and I wasn't mistaken as I saw his lips curved into a malicious smile. I immediately step back, realizing that it was really him. 

It's definitely him. I'm not hallucinating. 

"Did cat got your tongue honey?" He playfully ask me, hearing the manly tone of his natural foreign accent.

"V-Vicenzo..." I whisper still startled with his presence.

A dangerous smirked form in his lips again as he stand on his seat. I automatically take a step backward for the second time seeing his sudden move. 

"Ah... sound so nice hearing my name rolled in your sweet tongue flower, but still I preferred to be called in a holy way baby" He groaned removing his tie .

I gulped and slightly bit my lower lip, I'm now seeing him clearly. 

With heavy breath I carefully eyed him as he finally remove his black coat. I just realize that he's  wearing a corporate attire. My mind suddenly wonder where he has been? I haven't seen him these past few days. 

"Why still standing there? Mind if you help me?" He utter sheepishly making me blink my eyes again.

What?! 

He tilted his head "Still scared of me?" He asked making me lift my head with my chin held high.

Automatically, I met his piercing gaze "No! Definitely not!" I quickly replied afraid that he might intimidate me more .

He chuckle lowly still sound so manly in my ears. I licked my lower lip because of that and shook my head as I felt a little shame of myself. 

Did I sound so defensive?  I hope not. 

"Come here, let me feel your skin then" he said lowly after a long silence.

I lift my head and seriousness is visible in his deep charcoal grey eyes that drowns me every time I look at him. And I was lost again.I was lost with his stare. 

Realizing something, my voice came out on it's own.

"You... you look worn out" I utter out of nowhere feeling concern while staring at his tired looking face.

"Yes baby, I am. So come closer and let me regain my strength" he replied in controlled voice. 

My heart skip a bit, probably because of nervousness. I'm still intimidated with his presence that shouting dominance and power. 

With the last ounce of bravery, I dare to step closer to him. I dare to step close to the man who can kill someone in an instant, a man who doesn’t even know the word mercy,  a dangerous man who save me. 

Walking close to him is just like entering to the lions den. Dangerous, very hazardous, very threatening. 

I stop . 

Out of nowhere I stop when I was about three steps away from him. Perhaps my consciousness is forbidding me, sending warning that it would be life threatening if I continue this. This connection that I had with him. 

But what can I do? 

"Closer" he roughly said sound so impatient.

I licked my lower lip trying to maintain my eye contact with him "I- I have something to tell you-."

I didn't able to finished my sentence when he pulled me closer to him and  firmly grip my waist to steady my position. 

My eyes widened with that sudden move and shocked is evident on my face, but his lips move forming an amusing smile as he lean closer to me giving me slight kisses on my temple.

"Shocked?" He whisper in low raspy voice feeling his breath on my skin. 

I blink my eyes three times. That was fast! 

Slightly, I move my eyes to glance him and pouted my lips as I grip his firm biceps "You startled me" I whisper.

"Pfft should I say sorry?" He teasingly ask me concealing his chuckle while showering me with his soft kisses on my right cheek. 

"Can I demand that?" I retorted and this time he didn't able to hide his laughed.

He laughed lowly pulling me closer to him, closing the little distance between us. 

I sighed feeling the comfort that he gives me. This is more scary than what I imagine. Indeed life threatening. 

I shouldn't feel comfortable with him yet here I am, feeling safe and secure with his mere touch and kisses. And I'm afraid that sooner or later I will betrayed myself. I will let my guards down because of the comfort I felt with him. This is what I fear, because this feeling is dangerous. 

It can kill me... 

"Not scared anymore?" He inquire as his lips travel down to my jaw.

I bit my lower lip. He's getting touchy again which doesn’t complement to his rough facade. 

"I never get scared" I firmly replied pressing my lips together.

He stop what his doing and level his face to me. 

"Uh huh?" He hissed playfully provoking me moving his brows up and down. 

I wanted to laughed because it doesn't suit him. He looks so dominant and menacing and yet he's  raising his eyebrow like a freaking gay ? 

Instead of smiling to hide my giggle, I licked my lower lip and furrowed my eyebrow. 

"You don't believe me" I mumble which he slowly shake his head still looking at me seriously . 

His stoic serious face is his natural facial expression. Although it might be nothing for him, this mere emotionless face of him is already screaming with roughness, unyielding power, authority and dominance that people will doubt to cross their paths with him.

But despise with that menacing look, this man is unlawfully gorgeous, no wonder women are swooning over his feet . 

"I am" he spoke and straighten my creased forehead "Stop creasing your forehead. I believe you of course" he added.

I mentally rolled my eyes. He was just creasing his forehead a while ago and I didn't even make a comment about it. 

"I know what your thinking" he mutter under his breath sound so rough and harsh yet in controlled tone . 

He's not mad nor annoyed. He looks perfectly fine with that serious face. 

"I need to take shower and change my clothes" I told him to change the topic . 

But instead of letting me go, he snake his arm around my waist resting his firm hand on the slender part of my back and lean closer on my neck sniffing my scent. 

"Hey" I called him trying to pushed him away.

"Later" he groaned and guide me towards our bed.

He sit on the edge and guide me to sit on his lap facing him with my legs wide open while he was in the middle. 

"I miss my black swan, my flower, my honey baby" he softly whisper with a little mixture of his hard tone that become his natural level of voice.

I pouted, this is not so him.

"I will sit on the bed, you look worn out and surely you're tired and I'm heavy-" 

"Can I kiss you?" He bluntly ask me cutting me off with my sentence while eyeing me with his hooded eyes . 

I stilled and blink my eyes. Did he just... 

"You're asking" I unbelievably stated.

He intently gaze on my eyes as his adams apple move "I'm trying to be respectful to you flower. I'm really trying" he mutter in hard serious tone, looking at me with sincerity on his eyes.

A smile curved in my lips instantly. I guess I should accept the fact that I'm going to die soon, because the tie that we have together is getting toughed and thicker. 

I lean closer to him "What do my Saint Vicenzo want then?" I whisper under my breath making him grin mischievously.

"A dance of a black swan, can you do that for me baby?" He said in low husky tone . 

I carefully touch his arm and his body instantly get tensed and went rigid when I start massaging the firm muscle of his chiseled arm feeling the hotness of his skin despite the clothes his wearing before I reach him to kiss the side of his lips. 

"We're not going to play honey, just a reminder " he impatiently hissed. "And damn! Don't make me lose my patience flower. I wanted to respect you" he continue gritting his teeth with clenching jaw .

I laughed and shake my head.

Short tempered Saint Vicenzo Santorini. Don't be fool by his name, because he's no a saint neither an angel. He's a typical mafia heir who will do everything to prove that he's  Vicenzo Santorini, a man who will conquer everything just to win a battle.