Out Of Control: My Mafia Bodyguard

How dare he kiss me?

*Mariya*

How dared he order me and control my life?

How dared he tell me what I should do or shouldn't?

He was nobody and had no right to control me and tell me when I should meet my fiance.

I was fuming with anger. My eyes were blazing, and my heart was indignant. I was on the verge of bursting with rage. I made him clear that he was not my bodyguard. Then how could he force me to keep him on the job?

The way he used to be with me and talk to me did not help me to understand his mood enough. Sometimes he became soft and sweet, and then he was again rude and cold the next moment. His unstable mood made me more irritated.

I went directly to the room and changed into a pink glittery dress with a bandeau neckline and a V-bar design. It came to my upper- thighs and was kind of flirty.

Usually, I didn't wear a sultry dress when meeting Ryder. He was already smitten and couldn't keep his hands off of me. However, I felt bad for not returning his feelings. I didn't want to add more trouble by wearing sexy dresses on dates. But today, I was looking forward to stepping up in this relationship, as I wanted to get the attention and admiration I was used to.

I painted my lips with nude lip gloss. Next, I applied some soft glittery pink eyeshadows, long strokes of dark eyeliner, and double coats of mascara, giving my eyes a dramatic appearance. Then, wearing my nude pumps, I was ready for my date.

Today I was so pissed at Domenic. So I was actually looking forward to making this date worthwhile for Ryder. The poor guy deserved it. I didn't know why I wanted to do that. But I wanted to make Domenic piss by defying him. Though I knew he cared less about whom I dated or fücked. So it was stupid, but I was furious and didn't want to think rationally.

I picked up my clutch and strolled toward the main door. I put in the security code, but it denied access. So I typed the code again, and it beeped with a red light.

The jerk had changed the security code?!

How dare he?

He couldn't lock me in his house. I was not his slave or property, so he showed authority over me.

My legs rushed to find him on their own. I would make him know who I was.

No one could order Mariya Leonardi.

No one can tell me what I should do.

I barged into his home office but found it empty. Where was he?! I looked inside the guest room, but he wasn't there. Nic was in his room when I was getting ready. He gave me compliments and appreciated me in that dress. My hero approved of my look.

The kitchen and living room were also empty. Only the servants were working there, preparing for lunch.

I heard some sounds coming from his private gym, and I fiercely marched there. I stood before the gym door and heard the punching sounds with a lot of groaning and huffing. So he was there working out while I was pissed and frustrated.

I took a deep breath before pushing through the door and encountered the sexiest man on earth. Domenic was shirtless, only in his boxer shorts, as he was kick-boxing the punching bag. All sweaty and wet. His tanned skin shone as his dark hair, damp with sweat, bounced as he jumped and kicked in the air. His back muscles flexed as his biceps bulged when he punched the bag.

My mouth watered, seeing his perfect abs, broad shoulders, strong neck, and powerful arms. My imagination went wild thinking about how it would feel like being wrapped in those strong arms, pressing on his steely body, feeling all the hard ridges, trailing my tongue all over the rugged and tanned skin, and finding how smooth it was.

I was stunned looking at him. God, he was insanely hot.

As if he sensed me ogling him and f*****g him with my eyes, he stopped and turned toward me, panting and breathing heavily. I felt an aching throb between my legs grew more painful.

My eyes caught the sweat droplets trailing down his hard, rugged torso, kissing his skin and disappearing in his boxer shorts. My heart was pounding loudly as I continued my exploration of his body. He was huge between his legs as a giant bulge was formed in his shorts. His muscular thighs and strong, long legs were magnificent, and this Greek God seemed to come out of the hottest edition of GQ.

"Miss Leonardi, do you want something?" He asked as his eyes traveled on my body, and I swore I saw him clenching his jaws.

"What the fück are you wearing, and where are you going?" He scowled immediately and made me come out of my trance.

"That's none of your business," I snapped.

"Everything related to you is my business when you are living with me," he reasoned as he stalked toward me with his predatory eyes focused on me.

I locked my eyes with him as he approached and stood before me. His bulky frame towered over my petite body, and I felt intimidated by his giant personality.

"You changed the passcode?!" I asked accusingly.

"Miss Leonardi, you... uh... yes, I changed because you don't listen to me. Can't you get it your life is in danger, and you can't go out like this?" He gestured to my outfit.

His eyes lingered over my cleavage. I snapped my fingers before him, and he averted his eyes instantly.

He was making me pissed even more.

"What do you mean I can't go out like this, and who the hell are you to order me?!" I yelled.

He winced.

"Miss Leonardi..." he whispered and shook his head.

"No, I don't need your explanation. I need the passcode," I demanded, stopping him from troubling himself because I wouldn't listen to any of his nonsense.

"You won't get the passcode," he declared as he glared at me.

My jaws fell open. He was so rude. He gave me an intense stare and was about to turn, leaving the conversation in the middle.

Such an asshole!

I held his triceps, stopping him.

"No! You can't leave without giving me the passcode. I have to go. My fiancè will be waiting," I challenged, holding my head up.

He narrowed his eyes as he gritted his teeth. Then, his gaze turned fierce as he clenched his fists tightly to his sides. I swallowed, taking a step back instinctively.

"Get this small thing in your pretty head that you have to follow my instructions when I am your bodyguard, and I won't allow you to meet your fiancè until I get information about him," he growled lowly, glaring at me.

His dark eyes were threatening and intimidating.

But I didn't give a f**k.

"You can't lock me here in your house. I will call my dad, and he will make you understand properly," I threatened, took out my phone from my clutch, and began dialing my dad's number.

But before I could dial his number, Domenic snatched my phone and threw it on the floor.

I gasped. My eyes widened, looking at my broken phone.

"What the f**k!" I spat out. "You cannot do this to me."

"I can do anything, Miss Leonardi," he dictated, tilting his head and gazing at me dangerously.

"You're such a conceited prick. An asshole. You can't do this to me. I will shout and let everyone know that you have locked me here against my will. Then the cop will come and free me from your jail," I shouted, glaring at him as my eyes became wet with anger and helplessness.

I hate him. I hate him a lot. I hate him for making me feel pathetic and miserable.

I was panting and breathless from shouting as my eyes brimmed with tears.

I saw concern in his eyes. Then, suddenly, the air shifted, and Domenic pulled me in his arms. Grabbing the back of my neck, he pulled my face closer, and before I could understand anything, his lips slammed onto mine. My eyes widened.

I was shocked and gasped. His tongue entered my mouth as he kissed me hungrily. He sucked my tongue, bit my lips, and I shamelessly moaned. I closed my eyes as my head started to spin, and I couldn't think anything, feel anything but his hot mouth on me, devouring me so well. It felt so good.

But the next moment, I felt the loss of his mouth and opened my eyes to find him looking at me with something unknown in his beautiful eyes.

Then the realization hit me.

He kissed me.

He kissed me without my permission when he was the one who told me to stay away from him because I disgusted him. The anger again surged through me, and I pushed him with all my strength.

"How dare you kiss me?!" I whispered angrily and slapped him across his face.

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*Domenic*

Riya was blabbering on impulse and giving me all the bull s**t. She was stubborn and a spoiled brat. I stared at her. She looked terrified and anxious when I broke her phone. Her eyes were wet as if she was on the verge of crying.

The urge to coax her into my arms was so intense and natural that I pulled her closer without thinking anything. I wrapped a hand around her tiny waist, and the other hand grabbed the back of her neck before I could stop myself, pulled her closer, and pressed my lips to hers. She gasped as her eyes widened before she closed them as I plunged my tongue into her sweet mouth.

She moaned as I sucked her tongue and pulled her lips between my teeth. She melted in my arms as if she always belonged there.

When I pulled away, she opened her eyes slowly. Her expression was pure ecstatic and dreamy. Her eyes seemed relaxed and happy.

But suddenly, the look of bliss on her face was replaced by anger. She frowned and slapped me hard across my face.

Ouch!

Her soft hand couldn't hurt me as much as this slap after our intense kiss.

"How dare you kiss me?" She repeated, her fingers touching her lips.

"I am sorry!" I mumbled an apology, staring at her.

She was panting and breathing heavily. Her eyes were as dark as mine with desire, contradictory to her words. Her hot gaze didn't leave mine as I kept looking into them.

Before I knew it, I took one step toward her and, closing the distance, I grabbed her nape and pulled her in my arms, tightly wrapping my arms around her,

"I am sorry," I whispered, peeking into those beautiful gray eyes and tilting my head, I kissed her hungrily, slamming my lips on her hard and urgently. I had to do it.

I couldn't get enough of her. Our kiss. I wanted to feel those soft lips again, and I didn't care if she killed me after that.

I tightened my arms around her waist, pulled her closer, and slightly lifted her off her feet before slamming her to the wall and kissing her senselessly. I thought she would fight me, push me, and curse me. But the moment she moaned into my mouth and began kissing me back, all rational thought left me, and all I could think about was kissing her in thousands of ways. Her soft sweet lips moved and mimicked my movements. I held her hands in one hand and pinned them over her head, kissing her deeply.

"Please, don't go!" I whispered, resting my head against hers.

Her eyes were closed as she panted.

"Why?! Are you jealous?!" She smiled, and her eyes remained still closed.

"Bodyguards are never jealous," I murmured, trailing my eyes all over her beautiful face. I swallowed, staring at her kiss-swollen lips.

"Bodyguards never kiss their clients," she breathed out, teasingly biting her lips.

I dipped my head and softly kissed her mouth.

"You're not only my client, Riya. You are more than that. I care about you more than a client," I confessed.

"Umm...!" She moaned and slowly opened her eyes. "You keep speaking sweet words, and I won't leave."

I chuckled.

"Give me some time. Maybe in a day I will know everything about him, and then I will myself take you to meet your fiance," I winced at the word fiance, but that was the reality.

"I don't want to meet him now," she whispered as pink color tinted her cheeks.

"Why? He is your fiance," I furrowed.

"Not actually. We are not engaged. If you...." Oh no, she was going on the wrong track.

"Riya, I can't..." I started, but she placed her finger on my lips and shushed me.

"Ah! You speak too much," she whined, and circling her soft slender arms around my neck, she pulled me down.

Her eyes were on my lips. I smirked as my lips parted, desperate to taste her sweet mouth again.

"Dad!" Nic's voice resonated, and I was brutally pushed away the next moment.

I staggered backward and watched in amusement as Riya wiped her lips from the back of her hand, looking terrified as she glanced at the door.

What the fück just happened?

She literally pushed me away when I was about to kiss her, and she wanted this too.

I was more than intrigued. It had never happened to me. This girl was something else. First, I got a slap and the second time, I was pushed away. I guessed I had to work on my kissing skills.

A little chuckle reverberated through my throat. Mariya gazed at me and frowned. I lifted my shoulders and shook my head. She huffed, and her attention shifted toward the door again.

I observed Riya as she took a deep breath and straightened her dress before Nic entered the gym.

"Da..? Riya?! I thought you were going on a date," Nic questioned.

He was surprised but seemed happy to see his favorite Riya.

"No, baby boy. I changed my mind," Riya smiled shyly. But, God, she looked breathtaking when she blushed.

"Why? Your boyfriend is waiting for you," Nic worried. He thought Riya was going to meet her boyfriend.

"I will explain to him. But today I want to watch a movie with you..." she said and looked at me. " ..and your dad," she added.

"When will you meet him then?" I rolled my eyes as my son was playing the matchmaker.

"Umm.. your dad said he would take me to meet Ryder some other day," she muttered, blushing.

I bit back a groan. She would be my death.

"Whoa, will you go on your date with Dad and me?!" Nic giggled.

"Without you and your dad, my date won't be perfect!" She mentioned with something in her voice.

Now, what did she mean by that?

I hoped she didn't get any wrong messages.