Page 10 of Owned By the Mob Boss
“Isabella, I need to leave for a bit, but I’ll be back,” I say, taking her hand in mine. So warm, so soft. “I’ll have my menstanding guard. What happened with Craig will not happen again, I promise.”
“Yes, sir.”
There it is again. She called me sir, and goddamn I liked it.
4
ISABELLA
I’m backin my gilded cage, staring up at the art that is the ceiling. Everything is just as it was before—well,almost.
Viktor is gone, and I’m missing him.
It feels ridiculous to admit something like that to myself, but I can’t deny it any longer.
He barely even touched me at breakfast, and my body is still buzzing.
It was just his arm, his hand, but I’m shaking like I’ve had ten cups of coffee. When Viktor touched me, it was like something inside me woke for the first time.
Even now, my skin is so hot, so tense, that I hop out of bed and head for the shower. I crank it on cold, strip out of my gorgeous dress, and sit under the water.
The temperature takes my breath away, but I have to do something to cool down. If not, I’m going to overheat.
His eyes…
…the way he was looking at me…
It was like a storm—danger and desire battling for control.
I can still see it now. The hunger, the desire that he was trying so hard to hide. And I get it. A man in his position can’tshow emotion. But I saw the gleam, the hint. The want for me that sent my head spinning.
Even under the chill of the shower, my nerves are still humming for Viktor.
What an absurd scenario. My father takes a loan from a mob boss, then sells me off as collateral, and instead of being terrified of the man, I’m turned on by him.
But it’s not my fault.
I mean, he made me breakfast, for God’s sake! I can’t even remember the last time Dad prepared a meal for me that wasn’t microwaved.
He dresses like a king. Perfectly tailored suits that don’t even try to hide his Adonis physique. I may not have seen many shirtless men in my life, but I know for a fact that Viktor would outshine them all.
What do his arms look like?I think, my primal mind taking over.Does he have those V-lines girls talk about on his abs?
Almost on its own, my hand reaches slowly between my legs, middle finger outstretched. I never touch myself, but Viktor has me feeling very curious…
Yeah, this cold shower isn’t helping at all. I shut the water off, wrap myself up in two towels—one for my body and one for my hair—and go slump down on the bed.
“Your mom must be worried,”he said to me. And instead of closing down, which is what I always do, I opened up. I told him about my past.
That never happens. I’m a private person. Trust does not come easily to me. Yet for some reason, it’s the city’s most terrifying mob boss who’s got me spilling my guts to him.
What’s he doing now?I wonder.
Anton interrupted the cute little domestic moment we were having, and Viktor stormed off in a hurry. I could see he didn’t want to leave me, but being the boss comes with responsibilities.
As I lie on my back, I try telling myself over and over that I need to be afraid of him.
He’s a killer…
