Mafia goddess

Six

      The big gates opened after Security saw it was me. The mansion was full of guards everywhere, I guess two attempts on my life could do that. The car drove inside with me clinging to the detective’s arm for dear life. For Magnar’s benefit of course, he was in the car behind us eyeing me like I was going to disappear.

     I smirked to myself now that I knew his weakness. I was going to exploit for all its worth. I knew I couldn’t make him jealous with the idiots in the house, so the detective will have to do for now. The car stopped just at the entrance and the detective looked uncomfortable to be there and for a good reason. This was not a place for a man like him, most of them only saw the inside of this place to face their deaths.

     “Thank you” I whispered, but still didn’t let go of him. He sighed before finally opening his mouth.

     “Be safe, ma’am” that’s all that came out of his mouth, as a signal for me to get out of his car. I nodded and got out, but I saw stupid Magnar carrying the guy who escaped from the car that was shooting at us. A smirk was plastered on his handsome face, daring me, so I went straight to the detective’s window and I knocked on it to distract him, while they hid the body of the unconscious man.

    “Thank you again for everything, and if you ever need anything-“ but before I could say anything, I did one stupid thing. I was sounding too confident and I kissed his cheek and walked away after seeing his red face. I almost blew it, my façade was almost gone. I sounded more like a boss than I girl who escaped death twice in the same day.

      He drove off without saying a word and I went straight to the basement where I knew the man who wanted to kill me was held. I gave a nod to the guards at the door before opening the darkroom, and found a very upset Magnar sitting in the dark, with the man tied around the chair. 

     He knew the job well, which begged the question, where did Kate get him? The way he was shooting back there seemed like he had experience and he made it look like he has done this before.

     “Did he say anything before he passed out?” I asked, ignoring those violet eyes glaring at me. I’ve never seen him angry before and for some reason, I liked him like that.

      “Why did you kiss him?” he asked, stalking me, but I stood there wondering why did he even once think he intimidated me?

      “Because I wanted to. Joe, answer my question” I said nonchalantly, but he didn’t stop. He came straight to me and his eyes were a shade darker in the darkness. He looked pissed and he looked f*****g eatable, but I shook my head at the thought. 

     As he stood in front of me, I had my back against the door and his big frame towered over me. As I inhaled his manly scent, he stood there looking at me for a while, but without saying a thing. There was tension in the air and I wondered, what was he thinking about? 

      I let my guard down for a minute as I looked at his intense eyes, but that was my mistake because his hand went straight to my neck and his plump lips followed, kissing me with so much hunger and punishment. He was angry, and I returned the kiss without thinking.

      The kiss took my breath away. He was tough and had no mercy for my lips that instantly got swollen, maybe even got bruised by his teeth. He was being rough with me and my tigress roared in my mind in approval. She seemed to like him, and I liked the kiss. 

      His hand went to my breast that was begging for attention for a few days now, and when he touched them I almost screamed in pleasure. They were so sensitive, and him being rough caused me to feel things I’ve never felt before.

      His other hand explored my body, and I wanted more, no, I needed more. The only thing prominent in the dark room was us breathing hard, and my moans that seemed to disappear in his throat, causing him to groan. 

     He squeezed my a*s while his hand was playing with n****e, twisting them and I wondered how his lips would feel sucking them. I felt his lips going to my neck as he kissed there slowly. I moaned his name, without meaning it of course. Don’t get me wrong, I like the guy but no, I hardly even know him.

    “Hey Magnar” that was what I moaned, causing him to groan, his teeth nipping, and I was sure it was going to leave a mark. The pleasure that came with that little pain was phenomenal, I wanted and I needed more. My hands went to his hair pulling closer. I was hot and bothered, this man had such an effect on me.

     His hand went to my jeans, unbuttoning it, then he opened the zipper. He put his big hand inside my jeans, massaging my clit on top of my cotton panties. I screamed in pleasure. I was almost there, but a groan left our hostage’s mouth, causing both of us to stop, and whine. I f*****g whined.

      I hated this guy. I never ever whined in my life. He pulled his hand out going to the man on the chair who was already opening his green eyes, his black locks on his face. But he couldn’t do anything about it, because he was tied up. Is it me or was it hot the way Magnar tied him up? He was tight without any escape. Okay, maybe I’m still horny.

     “I’m not going to play games with you, so I’m being straight forward. Tell me who tried to kill my fiancée, or you’re dead,” Magnar said, making my eyes go wide. His voice was thick, gruff and full of authority, making my tigress roar in pleasure. My panties were getting even damper. I was standing by the door watching him work, and I must say he looked good doing that. 

     “I'm not saying s**t, kill me if you want” he smirked, and Magnar’s violet eyes soften. His lips twisted into a sinister smile I’ve never seen him wear. Okay, this man was going to make me o****m just by looking at him.

     “Well then, that can be arranged” he left the table, going to the t*****e wall behind the man and came back with a medium silver dagger. It was smooth and sharp with a black handle. It looked like nothing, but we both knew what damage that thing can cause if you use it right. He went back to the chair, still wearing the sinister smile, and the man’s eyes widened for a second, but he was soon back to his smirk. I could hear his heart pumping so fast, you would think it will jump out of his mouth.

     He touched his hand, putting it on the table and the man’s smirk faded, but Magnar was not even looking at him. The dagger was going to his thumb, and he cut it, without even blinking, then the next and all you could hear in the basement was his screams and the smell of blood. I was at the door looking at the sight l*****g my lips. 

     I have never seen a man t*****e someone without even saying a word. The next finger was gone, and soon the man had no finger left for him to cut. My tigress loved the sight in front of her, and for the first time since we shifted, she actually said words other than nodding in approval or roaring when she is angry.

    “Can we imprint on him?”