Torn Between Lust and Duty

Nora’s POV

Just as I was about to strike him, I felt him trying to turn around, almost catching me in the act. In a swift, I hid the syringe behind me, meeting his face with a smile.

I could see how perplexed he was, seeing me so close to him, despite the fact that he tried hiding it. I swallowed hard, frightened that he might have caught on.

He was putting on a scornful and ‘what the hell are you doing’ look on his face. He didn’t need to speak; the look on his face said it all that he needed an explanation.

“I just wanted to help you dry your hair” I lied avoiding his face, holding tightly onto the syringe I had hidden behind me. My face was fixed on the floor, silently praying for him to believe my lie. I was expecting a response from him, but I was only met with silence.

“Did he not fall for my lie? Is he suspecting anything? Is that why he is silent?” I pondered squeezing my face, thinking I had messed up. I raised my gaze to look at him and it was then I realized the reason for his silence.

He wasn’t silent because he was suspicious of me - he was silent because he was undressing me with his eyes. His predatory eyes were staring lustfully at my exposed breasts, and I could swear I saw him bit his lip as if he were trying to suppress his temptation.

“So, he is not only rude but also a pervert?” I reflected, slightly shaking my head in disappointment. It was then it struck my mind that I could use his lust to my own advantage. I could try to seduce him and make him lose his guard. Without wasting time, I wrapped my arms around his neck, catching him off guard.

Taking the opportunity of my hands which were wrapped around him, I gently threw the syringe underneath the table placed beside the bed, careful enough that it made no sound.

Though he was shocked, I could see how pleased he was – as if he had been waiting for that moment. He was staring at me viciously, like a Lion who was contemplating on how to devour its prey.

Before I knew it, he pushed me onto the bed, stripping himself off his robe, leaving him only with his boxer on. I couldn't keep my gaze off his wide chest. I felt like running my hand through his hairy chest while I suck his tongue.

His naked sight alone had already made me wet, and I wondered what would happen if he dug his thing inside of me. I had always anticipated for that moment- the moment I would have my first sex and be deflowered. But I just never thought it would be with my prey instead of Liam.

I was too engrossed in my haze of lust; to realize he was already sitting beside me on the bed. Before I could react, he hovered on me, pinning me to the bed. Though his hold on me was firm and strong, if I had wanted to free myself from his hold, I would have but I found myself easily giving in to him.

His eerie green eyes were staring at me, and I could see a flicker of hesitation in them. He seemed to be contemplating on whether he should proceed or stop. But he seemed to have chosen the former as he locked his lips with mine, kissing me passionately.

I couldn’t resist him – I found myself wanting and longing for him. Or should I say I wanted to try that adventure? I wanted to have a taste of what I had been missing.

Without me realizing it, I found myself contemplating between my lust and my mission.

But then, my father’s warning rushed to me - “There is no room for failure and the penalty for it is death”. I knew I had to kill him whether I liked it or not. But at the same time, I wanted to satisfy my lust.

It was either I kill him or get down with him but I got too selfish and went for the two.

Then, I made up my mind . As long as I was able to kill him, I was ready to sacrifice my body. I was the Mafia Queen – a ruthless assassin who had never failed to take down her prey.

And that was exactly what I did. I gave myself to him, leaving him to ride me the way he wanted. But it was one experience that lingered on my mind forever.

After hours of exhausting and satisfying pleasure, he finally stopped. He laid on the bed, slowly embracing the cold hands of sleep. I waited for him to be deeply asleep, before swinging into action.

After ensuring he was fast asleep, I dressed up before heading to where I had kept the syringe. I picked it up and headed to his side.

I was ready to inject him but then hesitation set in. I didn't know why I was hesitant but it was surely not because of the sex we had. It was something much more than that.

Looking at his face again, I kind of saw a resemblance between his face and the image of the wolf that had briefly flashed across my eyes earlier.

Thinking about the image of the wolf made my heart ache, making me wince in pain as I clenched onto the syringe in my hand. I felt a connection between us - like as if we had known each other for a quite long.

"Have we met before? Why have I been feeling this way since I crossed paths with him?" I thought as I squeezed my face, trying to suppress the ache I was feeling in my heart.

I felt myself getting distracted - drifting away from the ruthless killer I was trained to be, to a compassionate being.

But then, I realized being a soft-hearted person wasn't my path. My destiny was to kill and I must do so.

With that, I raised the syringe up, ready to inject him but before I could, I felt an arm grabbed me, restraining me from moving my hand further.

Shocked, I stared at my prey, whose eyes were wide open and were staring back at me.

"I knew you were coming" he said to me mockingly, with a creepy smile on his lips. But before I could process what was going on, I felt a needle piercing into my skin with its content circulating through my veins.

I felt numb immediately collapsing onto the bed. I tried moving my hands and legs but I couldn't. My vision became blurred and no matter how hard I fought to keep my eyes awake, I couldn't.

It was then I figured out that the table had been turned and I had been played!!

With my blurred vision, I saw him get dressed and right in front of me, I watched my prey walk away, with me helpless - unable to do anything.

But before he left, he said some confusing words: "Hello Mate, it's nice to see you again and thanks for the show".

For the first time in history, the Mafia Queen failed but little did I know that was going to be a turning point, in my life.