Taken By The Mafia Lord

Macy hummed a tone as she stepped out of the shower, tieing her robe belt. Her hair was tied with the towel since it was wet and she went back into her room.

She stood over her dresser, about to untie the towel when her gaze somehow connected to the mirror and she saw a figure sitting on her bed, causing her to release a yelp.

“Christ, Jesus! What the fuck, Victor!” She shouted, her hand over her chest as she was still reeling from the shock.

“You scared the bejesus out of me,” Macy complained once more only to realize the person she is speaking to has not even said a word.

“Victor?” her brows arched questioningly and she was beginning to get uncomfortable with his silence. The victor she knew would always welcome her with a kiss and was quite jovial. His sudden attitude made her scared a bit.

Victor sat on her bed staring at her with deep emotionless eyes. The first three buttons of his white shirt were opened, exposing his chest while his hair was ruffled as if he had been running his hand through it.

“Alright, if you’re done creeping me out, you know the door,” Macy couldn’t understand his attitude at all. If he wasn’t ready to share his problems, he should get out. She has enough problems on her plate already.

Victor finally stood up, thrusting out his long leg from on top of the bed, and began to stride in her direction. All this while, his face was readable and it made Macy anxious.

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Victor continued walking towards Macy with an expressionless face and it made her step back till her back hit the dresser. She couldn’t move anymore because he caught up to her and forced her into that small space.

They looked at each other, their breaths coming in pants without saying a word to each other. Suddenly a smirk crossed Macy’s lips and she placed her hand on his chest, slipping her hand into the unbuttoned shirt and caressing him while saying in a sultry voice, “Is this some sort of game?”

This was not the first time Victor came up with one game or the other to make their sex life enticing. That was what she liked about him, he was innovative.

Macy continued to caress him and although Victor tried not to feel, she could sense his body reacting to her touch. She smiled inwardly, she always loved a challenge. So she planned to touch him down there when she heard, “Was it also a game when you slept with my cousin?”

At once, Macy stiffened and she glanced up at Victor with shock in her eyes, her mouth parted. He finally discovered she slept with Marcel?

She tried to remove her hand from beneath his shirt but Victor stopped her with a mocking smirk saying, “No keep up the good work since you’re so good at it,”

Macy didn’t remove her hand but she didn’t move them either, already bracing herself for what was to come.

“Why?” Victor said and for a moment, Macy thought she saw pain in his eyes.

“You make it sound like it’s a big deal,” Macy said nonchalantly that Victor clutched his fist by his side.

“It’s a big deal to me!” He growled at her, the veins in his head popping out from anger.

“Why?” Macy retorted, “Because we were sleeping together?”

“You were with me!” He yelled at her.

“Were we together?!” Macy asked him, her body shaking with anger, “It was all for our self-gratification, Victor. Don’t delude yourself into thinking it was something special!” She told him.

At once, Victor took a step back and Macy finally removed her hand. The tension destroyed all traces of sexual energy that had once been in the air.

“Why?” Victor said in a whisper before he screamed, “Why Marcel? Why my cousin of all the men you could sleep with?!”

“Because he’s the one that can give me what I want!” Macy shouted back, her eyes wild and red. She was done accepting shit from him.

Macy took a deep breath and went on, “He’s the alpha wolf and every she-wolf knows what’s best for her,”

Victor was so shocked by that revelation that his eyes grew wide. Suddenly, he said in an icy tone, “Then what was I to you?”

“You should know best, Victor,” Macy said, avoiding his gaze as she turned back to the mirror, working on the towel she used to tie her hair.

Victor stared at his feet for over a minute and when he finally raised his head, a dark shadow had fallen over his face. The look in his eyes when she stared at the mirror once more scared Macy and before she could react, Victor already pulled her back to him by the hair.

A scream tore from Macy’s throat because he grabbed her hair quite tightly. She was pulled to his taut chest, his hand wrapping around her waist while the other went to squeeze her breast so hard tears fell from her eyes. Yet, she liked it. He knew she liked it hard.

“I guess this was always what I was good at anyway,” Victor said with heavy sarcasm on his unsmiling face.

He went on, “But before I leave, I guess I can say a final goodbye,” that was the last word he said before he got rid of her robe till she was stark naked in his arms.

Victor grabbed his hand and began to squeeze it, earning a moan from her. They were facing the mirror thus Macy could see what he was doing to her body and it only heightened her arousal.

He pinched her nipples quite hard and she yelped, the pain exploding into sweetness. While he touched the other breast, his hand traveled down to her slit where he discovered she was already wet for him.

Macy gasped as he began to rub her. She then closed her thigh together with his hand there increasing the friction as his finger moved inside of her.