Mafia princess

Chapter 12: First touch

Ok so BOOM!

They start to get a little riskayyy in this chapter is you know what I mean.

If you don't like that then skip ahead but let me warn you it only gets worse from here. (In a good way don't worry)

Enjoy reading weirdos.

Update: Things kept getting deleted from this chapter for some reason so I had to rewrite it.

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During the first few minutes of the ride home I keep my untamed trap shut and stay silent as for some unknown reason, I seem to be annoyed.

Why you ask?
I have no fucking idea!

Sienna you actually have no reason to be annoyed with him.
Yes the fuck I do he's annoying, like who does that?

Ok the more I think about it, maybe I don't have a reason to be annoyed, right?
Nope, never mind. Annoyed it is!

I usher to my side of the car and give Dominico the side eye from a very short distance yet I can tell he feels it which only makes me stare harder.
Yeah, feel my eyes burn bitch.

Sienna is a vampire.
Do you think I can like, mind control?
That's an experiment for another day.

"So what was it that we were doing again?" He questions that devilish smirk that he seems to have trademarked grows vibrantly onto his beautiful face.

"We were playing a game of 'shut the fuck up for the car ride'." I reply bluntly, pushing his questions away as my mind clouds with annoyance.
I know he is going to take advantage of that one sentence I said and boy am I not looking forward to it.

"Awh is Sienna jealous? That's cute." He laughs, enjoying my envy.

"No but Sienna pulls eyeballs out." I sarcastically reply.
Did he just call me cute?

What an asshole. 'Cute'.
Hell no.

He won't find it cute when I shoot him between the eyes.
Or in the medulla.
I'll let him choose.

"You haven't got anything to worry about neonata, I'm not interested in her." He enlightens me, somehow I'm convinced.
Though I'm not sure if it's deceiving my better judgment.

"She was shoving her tits in your face, I didn't know you liked plastic that much." I shoot out harshly.
"Why would I care anyway? You can do what you want." I spit out. Honestly I care. I really care. But he doesn't need to know that!
Wait why the fuck do I care?
He's nobody special. He's just Dominico my friend.

My friend who happens to be really fucking attractive and I'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't tempted.
But I can't, he's Dominico and he's fucking irritating.

"Can I?" He smiles.
I don't like the look in his eyes, what is he planning?

"Yeah it's a free country." I shrug not paying much attention to that sentence.

I go back to minding my business and pay no mind to him. Until I am drawn to his hand resting on my thighs.
I was cautious of what to say maybe because a part of me craved it but the other part of me was just confused.
Honestly he just makes me sexually frustrated!

Maybe calling him a bitch will help?

"You're a bitch."
Nope. Didn't help.

What about a whore?

As soon as his hands touched my skin, sparks rose from my stomach, I squeezed my legs shut to stop the butterflies in my stomach going crazy.
Absolutely not, this is not going to happen!