"What do you mean?" I should step away from him but my feet refused to obey my command.
"Thinking of escape? Making a run for it before I would realise?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Run? In these clothes?" I waved my hand down my body. Which was a mistake as his gaze followed suit, raising temperature in my body.
"You mean to tell me you are just enjoying the view of this mansion?"
His arrogance came out in waves off his body. Did I just pitied this mountain? I must be raving mad. If for no other reason, I must pity his opponent who stands in his way.
"I... yes. I was searching for you."
"A simple thing to do would have been asking a maid about my whereabouts instead going on a hunt with your legs on full display for all the men to see," he said, his nostrils flaring as his eyes scanned the offended part of my body.
"It is very respectable wear. They are called pajamas if you are wondering. How would you know? It's for humans and you are obviously not."
"Why you-"
I covered my face with my hand. Did I just say that? I probably did what with the glare he is drilling me with.
"Look Mr. Salvatore. I'm sorry about that. It was done in bad taste. The point here is I need to talk to you about our marriage."
"No."
"What?"
"Not until you go and change into something respectable."
"You are being completely ridiculous. I told you. These are pajamas."
The next thing I know, my axis tilted and I'm looking at everything upside down. Especially a very tight ass. Hard, tight ass.
"What the hell are you doing?? Put me down!!"
He didn't reply as he marched through the steps towards the bedroom I came from.
"You Neanderthal!!! Put me down. I'm going to scream if you don't do what I say. Ahhhh!!!!" I started hitting his back with my fist, occasionally feeling that ass (who wouldn't?) all the way he took me to the bedroom.
"I'm going to kill you. I will chop you into teeny tiny pieces and will enjoy doing it. Mr. Salvatore!!! If you don't put me down I'm going to inform everyone that you have the smallest d*ck in the world. Are you listening, you caveman!!!"
At my last threat, he dropped me unceremoniously on something soft. I swiped the hair that has covered my face to see him looming over me.
"Why did you close the door?" I asked, my voice turning husky all of a sudden.
"Why do you think?" He hovered above me, just few inches separating our bodies.
"Mr. Sal... Mr. Salvatore," I felt like my throat has closed up.
"Yes, Mrs. Salvatore?" His smirk couldn't be anymore obvious.
"What is your position in Famiglia?" I asked, trying to shift my body towards the headboard without being obvious.
"I'm Capo," he replied looking deep into my eyes as if he isn't surprised about my new found knowledge.
"I should have known. Of course, the room explains it," I rolled my eyes.
"What about the room?"
"Nothing. Except, you are overcompensating for something you lack," I pointedly looked at the fly of his pants.
"Careful Mrs. Salvatore. If I don't know any better, I would say your interest in my c*ck is more than you are trying to display. It's like an obsession with you," he shifted slightly making his point as his lower part brushed my naked thighs.
I hissed in warning.
"You!!! Do you think I twiddle my thumbs thinking about your nonexistent d*ck!!!"
"Oh it definitely exists Mrs. Salvatore. I could prove my point if you like. After all, isn't tonight our wedding night?"
I stilled. Till that moment, I didn't realise it's only today I married this man. Oh gosh!!!
"You wouldn't!"
"Won't I?" He covered the distance between us some more leaving only an inch. At this point, my senses went overboard.
"You won't dare!!"
"Care to bet?"
"Stop countering everything I say," I snapped trying to fight for my composure and failing.
"Then stop provoking me"
"I'm not... I don't know what you mean," my hands came out on their own accord and held on to his shoulders.
"Don't you?" His fingers slightly traced the hem line of my shorts, his thumb accidentally(or not) touching the insides of my thighs, very close to the place my body wants his fingers to be.
"What. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing?"
Each word came out with difficulty as if being pulled out through my teeth.
"Let's see," his hand didn't stop its progress.
"Mr. Sal..."
"Say my name," the side of his cheek touched mine as he teased me with his lips.
"Wh...what?"
"My name firecracker. My name," his nose brushed mine slightly and then his face traveled down nuzzling the place where the base of my neck touches my shoulder.
"I..." a moan slipped my lips as his hand did wonderful things to the top of my thighs.
"Yeesss..."
"I... I... I don't know you d*ckless Salvatore!!!" I snapped as frustration bubbled inside me.
"You don't know?" His face pulled back as if he is surprised at my admission.
"Of course, I don't know. How would I?" I growled at his face, my nails pinching his shoulders, no doubt making small mountains on his skin.
"Don't you?"
"If this is some tough question then I'm choosing d*ckless Salvatore," I snapped.
"See your obsession over there Mrs. Salvatore? You proved me right once again," he drove his point quite figuratively emitting a growl of his own.
I bit my lip hard to suppress my own.
"You know... there is another way to prove you right," I whispered, looking deep into his eyes.
"I like what you are thinking Mrs. Salvatore," his 5'O' clock shadow on his chin tickled my skin, making me squirm a little.
"Do you? Then you will like this," with that being said, I drove my knee straight to the place we are discussing about.
"Point made Mr. Salvatore," my grin could outshine the lights on Times square during new year.
He slumped beside me on the bed groaning at the pain which gave me enough time to wiggle out and run towards the exit.
My laugh couldn't be suppressed even if I want to. And I relished with joy as my feet skipped on the floor.
I need all the time I could get. I just needled the beast in his den.