The Mafia's Wanted Desire

9

JAXON

Have you ever had to look at someone for so long, in the eyes, and then feel this unfamiliar sense of contentment, peace and a subtle wave of calmness wash over you? Evoking and inciting such powerful emotions that you have managed to bury deep down inside of you, bolting the door on it.

It was strange.

So uncomfortable, yet I found myself wanting it.

It was different but in a good way.

I have met gorgeous women. Heck, I have had my fair share of them, but then, I have walked this earth for nearly thirty years, and never have I had to see a woman that completely knocked the breath out of me, rendering me overly speechless.

I was a man of action. I do not stutter. I do not get to be at a loss for words. What was going on with me? I was the devil in human form. I was ruthless. I had no heart, but what was this thing that kept pricking at my heart, tugging at its strings?

I came to the lounge in the hope of some alone time, some time to myself. I could use some reflection. Then, I saw her. I had watched her through the camera that was in here, for the five minutes she stood outside, arguing with my bodyguards.

I was intrigued.

She was small-framed, yet adorable. Her aura was so distinct, yet captivating. She was simple, yet classy. She was reserved, but dauntless. And then, she walked into this room, stealing all that was left of my breath in a way, in that sinfully short peach dress that did nothing but drive me to the edge.

I had spent the last minutes fantasizing if she was wearing panties underneath the dress and the fact that other men must have seen her in this dress all day, didn't sit well with me. It had fury coursing through the blood that flowed through my veins.

It left me blind with rage!

She was slim, but thick in the hips and had this hourglass shape. From the second I set my eyes on her, I had gotten obsessed with her hair. All I wanted to do was run my fingers through the rich, brown goodness that shone brightly under the lights.

She had it pulled atop her head in a high ponytail, leaving me so frustrated. I wanted to see what it looked like in its full form.

One glance at her and I could tell she was a natural. Her doe brown eyes did things to me. The ones I understood and didn't. They had this undiminishing glow in them, that looked like it sparkled without her having to try so hard.

They were warm, assuring, and filled with utter innocence.

Those plump lips that I so wanted to run my thumb over, left me a hard mess. They were coated in red matte lipstick that had me obsessing over the color red. I could feel my length throbbing so badly where I had tucked it in.

She wasn't a wild beauty. She had the softest, yet ethereal and enchanting beauty that portrayed her as a seductress that walks into a room, totally unaware of the unwavering attention she got.

She had successfully plunged me into a trance with those hypnotic honey-brown orbs of hers as she stared at me, raking her eyes through my frame.

"Hello, Peach," I spoke up when I finally found my voice.

I heard her gasp, eliciting a soft chuckle from me. She appeared lost, scared even, leaving a twinge of sadness to tug at my heart. Was she scared of me?

"I would never hurt you, Peach." I didn't know what prompted me to speak up, but I was glad that I did because I saw her tense features relax as those words left my mouth.

She finally left the spot she had been standing in since she stepped into the room. She strutted forward and stopped at my desk, looking up at me through her lashes. I saw her sweep her tongue over her bottom lips, chewing on them softly, eliciting a groan from me.

"Well, aren't you going to offer me a drink?" Her voice was silvery like it was coated in maple syrup, sounding so small like that of a child with trails of seduction hanging in it.

My lips twitched in a smirk and I got up from my seat, striding forward. I leaned on the desk with my arms crossed on my chest. I was thoroughly amused at the sight of her.

"Whoa, you are so tall!" She giggled and her palm left the desk, but then it hung in the air, and her features morphed in doubt. She wasn't sure whether she could touch me or not, and then gently, I grabbed her hand and heard her gasp. It was so electrifying and for a second there, I could feel sparks coursing through the veins around my hands, leaving a burning sensation at the tips of my fingers.

I placed her palm on my chest, which was starting to pummel wildly, wanting to burst out of my chest. My heartbeat picked up at a much faster pace.

"Your heartbeat…" She trailed off, blinking.

I knew I wasn't thinking anymore.

I had lost it at the sight of her when she set foot into this room. One of my hands found its way to the small of her back, pulling her close to stand in between my legs.

And God, she fit perfectly in my arms like she was meant to be there.

She had the smallest waist.

Her black manicured fingers brushed my bare chest and I sucked in a breath, tingles shooting through my spine and leaving me a dizzy mess.

I squeezed her waist gently.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered, almost teary-eyed at the sight of the masterpiece in front of me. I knew no one was perfect, but she was perfect in my eyes.

She was so beautiful that it hurt to even look at her for so long.

"You think I am?" She couldn't hide her surprise. I saw it flash through those honey-brown orbs.

"I know you are," I pulled her impossibly closer.

"Can I kiss you?" She asked me and a chortle left my lips. My index finger grazed her jaw, tilting her head to meet mine. The warmth that swirled in her eyes made my heart swell.

"You don't even have to ask, Peach." That was the last thing I said to her before connecting our lips.