Fucker

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 3

𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒~~ 𝑖𝑣𝑦𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠

Sophia

I stilled.

The knock came again.

I didn't move, the room was now dead silent that even the sound of a pin dropped would be heard.

I stared at my phone and then the door. The knock came in and so did another message.

' You love this door, no?' And then before I could realise what he meant by it, I heard a great thud on the door.

I ran to the door in haste and unlocked the door.

I didn't want Lola to wake. She would rat me out to father and God knows what he would do, knowing that I gun throated the infamous L'Angelo Morte. Even the devil would shiver.

I turned the knob and opened the door.

He stood there in front of my door, if glares could kill then I'll probably be dead.

"Mr...." I trailed off, rubbing my head.

He pushed me aside, walking into the room as if he owned it.

His eyes settled on Lola that was still tucked under my bed.

"S...Sir?" I was unsure of what to call him but he didn't seem like he wanted me to talk to him at all.... so I settled for what I knew best. I kept quiet.

"Is this a room or a cell?" He asked. I frowned.

My room wasn't the Princess fashioned designed room, I liked it the way it was. It was the best way I could locate something when I dropped it. It was well decorated to my satisfaction.

It wasn't like the best he had seen, but it wasn't right to comment on how my room looked.

"Say whatever that's on your mind." He said, sitting down on the chair close to my desk.

I never allow anyone on that desk. Even when Enzo had decided to make my room his favorite zone, he had never once settled down there. That was my space.

"I don't have anything to say." I mumbled, swallowing the lump that was down my throat.

"You look like you do."

"My sister will be up anytime soon. Can you please leave. She won't.."

"She likes me. I gave her some cookies." He said.

I heaved a deep breath, recalling the first time I had come encounter with the man...he was the one that had given Lola the cookies which I had instantly knew wasn't Nonna's.

He stood up, his eyes on me..but on my lower half.

"My face is right here stronzo." I snapped before i could even control myself. (asshole)

My eyes widened at my sudden outburst, and I swallowed when I saw his lips purse and then a smile broke through.

"You're still wearing them."

"I wear them to sleep."

"Well many princesses wear something more enticing than this." He mumbled.

I clenched my fist and glared at him, right in the face.

He could kill me, but I didn't give a damn anymore. He was the one in my room, commenting on my dress and cussing in different languages that I couldn't even understand. Even as a linguist.

"I'm not many princesses." I said, giving a forced smile. One that didn't reach my eyes at all.

"I'm not many princes but I sometimes wear suit to sleep."

"I wear earrings."

"I wear cufflinks."

"Sometimes I sleep nude." Time seemed to stopped and my eyes widened at the words that had slipped pass my mouth.

"Well well well." He chuckled, a smirk forming on his beautiful mouth.

Did I say beautiful?

"That's something I'd pay to see." He mumbled, moving closer.

He was hot. He was handsome. He was dangerous and he was in my room, in my space, closing in on me.

I moved back, staring at him as I did.

"Do you know why I'm here?" His voice was suddenly deep as he moved closer, too close.

"To kill me?" I asked, waiting for any protest. "To slit my throat? To tease my genitals?" I asked again and his eyes widened.

Damn you Sophia Romanov for your big mouth!

"We could try the last one." He whispered, and I stood on my toes to see whether or not Lola was still awake.

"Not with your hands though." He tensed.

What the hell was I spewing tonight?

He looked up, shocked or should I say amused.

"What would you like me to use then? A teaser?" He raised his brows, grabbing my wrist and pulling me closer to hold my waist. "Or would you rather I use the MACHINE." He emphasised.

I licked my lips, unsure of what to say. He was hot, he was L'Angelo Morte and he was asking me to choose between a teaser, a machine and his hands.

I looked down at the hands that held my waist. They were firm, strong and had beautiful tattoos on each finger.

"You're thinking about it?" He asked, and I looked up.

My breathing had turned ragged. He wasn't even touching me and I was feeling like that?

"Are you a virgin?" He asked this time, pressing his thighs down at my lower half and I hissed at the fraction that took place there.

"Yes." I whispered.

He snaked his arm, pulling me closer and I blinked at him.

Our lips were dangerously close.

"Mr L'Angelo, my sister might wake up anytime soon and...

My words were cut off as he pressed his lips on mine.

I gasped at the sudden feeling and he took that opportunity to go deep into my mouth, kissing the life out of me.

I had never been kissed like this before.

The little kisses I had receive from Tristan was just a little game to relieve my horny desires but this....this was nothing compared to anything I'd ever received.

His lips was soft but the kiss was deep, rough and dangerous.

I hissed as he probed his tongue deeper into my mouth, his hand snaking around my waist to grab my butt.

He bit my lips, pulling away for me to catch my breath.

"The next time I have you like this..." He said and smirked, taking a step back, and another.. and then he was gone, out of my room and leaving me panting so hard that I could faint.

I just had L'Angelo Morte In my room, grinding his legs into my upper thigh.

I didn't even want to think about his last words....

Heaven knew how long I would take in the bathroom...... tonight!

TBC