Vivienne Vixen
A cold blooded psychotic assassin with a bloodthirst like no other
She does what she wants, kills who she wants and crushes anyone in her way
The only one who can tame her is her dominating boyfriend Lucian.
Lucian Ivanov
The cold hea...
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{ Vivienne }
"Sugar calm down" I tried, he ignored me, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white "Baby?" I tried again, the car was going so fast Normally I'd find it exciting, but he was upset. And we didn't need a crash just because he was mad.
"Lucian" I said, his head snapped to mine, before he slowed the car and pulled over It was silent for a while, until he sighed, throwing his head back against the seat "Are you okay?" I asked, he chuckled "He's having a kid. A kid baby... he's 53" he said in dry amusement.
"Loads of people have children late in life" I said, trying to ease the situation "Yeah not when you're a retired mafia don, and definitely not when the mother's a gold digging whore" he seethed "She's not that bad" I chuckled "She's the devil incarnate" he muttered "I think that'll be you baby" I joked. He smiled. In turn making me smile.
"Let's just go home yeah?" I suggested, he nodded, starting the car up again as we weaved our way through the streets to the house His father's house. No doubt there'd be more arguments later, but for now we needed sleep. We had to get on a plane to Rome tomorrow.
And even then we only had a night there, Lucian had a meeting and I had unfinished business to take care of After that we'd have to get another plane to America for the Phoenix wedding.
Deimos Phoenix. Head of the American mafia His daughter Elena was marrying the Italian heir Roman Lopéz, so naturally Lucian's family received an invitation.
When I finally got into bed, I was ready to pass out. But Lucian had other ideas "Sugar we need to sleep" I giggled, pushing his wondering hands away as I got comfy He made a groan of protest, before his hand snaked around my waist, pulling me back so I was against his chest, his legs tangling with mine.
"Mm baby girl" he mumbled against my neck, driving his hips forward into mine, his growing problem pressed right against my ass I gasped "Sugar" I warned He whined like a child, stopping his movements before finally settling to sleep.
Don't get me wrong. I was insatiable for my sugar. He could have me anytime anywhere and I'd love it But I also knew the way he worked, every little trait he had And I knew if he didn't sleep he'd be pissy tomorrow. Never with me. But he'd be a dick to everyone else. And they didn't need that.
Plus I kind of felt sick... I don't know what was happening to me lately but I had this nagging sickness every now and then.
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"Ah fuck, you really feel the heat hit you in the face" he groaned, holding his arm up to block the sun, even though he had sunglasses on I bet he was boiling in that suit.
