Handcuffed To The Mafia Boss

* N A T A S H A *  "Niklaus," I took his name in a mumble, one of my fingers still playing with my hair, my drunk and slightly sultry eyes falling on him. "That's a weird name, you know." "I didn't ask for your opinion, Juliet." He replied, still as nonchalant as ever. "My name isn't... never mind." I scoffed. I couldn't believe I found the man in front of me attractive. And that too in a sober mind. I could definitely see why my tipsy mind would find him attractive. I mean, he was tall. And powerful. And had a devilishly handsome face. And a decent smile. Or smirk. Or whatever. And his biceps... Alright, never mind. I gulped, straightening myself on the couch.  "Time to go ahead with the game," He said, and then added, "Or are you done with it already?" I snorted, picking up the whiskey bottle and spinning it on the glass table between us. This time, it landed on me. I could see that very smirk I was talking about earlier spread on his lips. "So, would you take a dare, or have more whiskey and go for the truth?" He was having way more fun while playing this than I wanted him to. It had been a method to kill time, and I had practically really, really begged him to play it with me. I didn't want to die out of boredom after all. I was very close to being a full-gone drunk. Pathetically close. "Dare," I say without thinking twice. "Kiss me." "What?" My lips part in shock. "It's a dare, Juliet." He justifies himself, "Kiss me." My right hand was still handcuffed with his left wrist. We were sitting close, yet as far as possible. Taking a deep breath, I get up. Turning towards where he was sitting, I bent down, and placed my lips on his. I bet I caught him by surprise. I knew he wasn't expecting it when he remained still and frozen for a whole second, and then soon enough, his free hand reached to only lightly brush my face with his fingers, our other handcuffed hand remaining right where it was. I wondered if he could taste the whiskey in my mouth overlapping all the tequila shots I had before, because I could definitely taste the whiskey he had, mixed with something else. Something that strongly tasted like rum. And oddly enough, his breath was still minty. Oh, and he was an amazing kisser. Amazing.  I pulled away slightly breathless, mostly intoxicated. I felt dazed when I looked into his brown eyes, which watched me with such intensity that gave me goosebumps, something I hadn't felt in a long time. And then just as suddenly, I was breathless. I felt breathless because I was pushed against the wall, and the man who's face I had been secretly admiring all night was in front of mine. So dangerously close. His left hand was behind my back, my right hand being tucked with it. The free hand on the other side of the wall, holding me in. I could feel my breath being uneven, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest as I visibly gulped. Every little thing on his face was so visible. Like that scar... He clicked his tongue, as if knowing that my eyes had travelled upwards and to the mark on his forehead, and the second he did that, they flickered right back to him. To his lips. I could feel him pressing my cuffed hand backwards on the wall, in an almost painful manner. Almost. That didn't matter. Because what mattered was his lips were on mine. Again. I was still pressed up against the wall, once again kissing him, it overpowering all my other senses. I could taste him again, better this time. The whiskey. The rum. The citrus. And that minty breath. For whatever reason, he also tasted of apples. When he pulled away, I wanted more. I didn't realise how my free hand had slipped to the back of his head, holding his hair. How his free hand had left the wall and was holding my waist. All I cared about was how he made my heartbeat race. How I wanted him. Then and there. The kiss wasn't slow and gentle. It was fast and passionate. It screamed lust, as did his eyes when they shut before he dipped his face onto my neck, placing slight feather kisses everywhere. "Niklaus," I mumbled, breathing shallow and uneven. He was making me feel things... Me uttering his name in the whispering and moaning mess that I was left to be made him look up, and once again, all I saw was the burning desire in his eyes. "The handcuffs," I breathed, "They're going to be a problem." He lifted one corner of his lips in a smug manner, his voice husky and low, "Not if you don't want them to be." I gulped. "Okay." He raised his eyebrows, almost amused. "Okay," I repeated. "Are you sure?" I appreciated him asking me, but instead of answer, I just bit my lower lip before kissing him again, letting him pin me to the wall once again. "Yes," I confirmed when he pulled away, "Yes." There was not much to think about. This was just another one night stand in the history of them. Even if it was with the mafia boss. To whom I was fatefully handcuffed for the night. * - This book will contain mature scenes and language. 18+ - It will be in Natasha's PoV unless said otherwise. The prologue is a scene that is a part of the book and takes place between events written ahead. - If mention of topics like death trigger you, I would request you to stay away.  - This book is a stand alone, but can also be read as a part of the HIS universe. Niklaus is Justin's elder brother. - This book is unedited, and will be edited in the course of time although I will constantly read and reread to make appropriate changes before publishing. Thank you if you choose to read ahead.