Madam Mafia

7- queen

Rose

"Are you ready to be Queen yet?" He asks.

Is he f*****g serious?

"No, you dumb f**k, I said I wanted to leave. You can't keep me locked up in that room forever." I sit up in my chair moving closer to his face.

Can he though?

"And I don't want to, stop being stubborn and I'll let you go anywhere you want, you'll be on top of the world. Everyone would have to listen to you, there wouldn't be girls like Ashley, talking s**t about you and treating you like dirt, and all you have to do is say yes to me." He leans closer, over his desk.

Top of the world?

Bullshit.

I'd be his slave, cooking for him and his gang, then his b***h in bed, when he wants some.

It wouldn't really be any better than my situation now, would it?

I shake my head.

"If I agreed, I'd just be a victim here to you and your gang, and I'd rather rot in that room than ever wait hand and foot to someone like you." I sneer at him.

His eyes narrow as he suddenly grabs my chin and arm, pulling me over the desk to sit on the desk, facing him.

My legs scape the desk as my arm throbs from the sudden assault.

"Fuck." I glare up at him.

He steps in between my open legs and leans in to me, still gripping my chin.

"What do you mean by, "someone like me"? He whispers onto my face, his breath fanning my face.

Of course he didn't understand, dumb arse.

"I said, I'm not going to be your slave. Do I need to spell it out for you?"

He pushes me so my back is flat against the desk and he hovers on top of me.

"No, Rose, I dont want you to be my slave. I just want you, f**k, I haven't been able to stop thinking about your smart mouth since I left you in that room. I love it when you cuss at me. You're not scared of me at all, even though you know who I am, and what I could do to you."

His eyes look down at my lips as I bite them.

Just a little something I do when I nervous.

I'm fudging nervous.

Because of this... hoe?

"You only want a challenge." I glare up at him.

He smirks, still looking at my lips.

"So what if I do?" He leans even closer.

I open my mouth to respond but not before his lips capture mine, moving aggressively, claiming dominance almost possessively.

I push against his rock solid chest, struggling to remove his lips off of mine.

He slips his tongue in my mouth and I finally give in.

I mean I might as well have some fun too.

I attach my fingers in his hair, turning it into a mess, as he moves down to my neck, sucking leaving his marks all over my skin.

I return the favor by sucking his neck, earning a grunt of pleasure from him.

I dig my nails into his back, dragging them down, leaving yet another Mark of mine.

Catching him off guard I push him off and hop off the desk, smirking at his flustered face and dazed aura.

I chuckle.

Boys.

Opening the door, I turn and look at Ryder one last time before going back into my room.

"You're mine!!" He shouts as I jog up the stairs.

Ha. Funny.

He's really got jokes.

I'll never belong to anybody but myself.

I hope he gets the message, before I have to break his heart.