AUGURI:

Meaning 'best wishes'. This word is used to say (and sing) happy birthday, as well as saying Merry Christmas and Happy Easter.

S H I R A ' S P O V

As if he could see my soul leaving he chuckled, his white teeth displayed in order not even one was slightly tilted or shade different from the others. His laugh was sexy. Someone tell me what's not sexy about him?

"You know it's rude to talk to someone like that, especially to me since I'm letting you stay here." He lectured as he played with the wire of a phone charger in his hands.

One part of me wanted to apologise but it's not my fault he walked in at the wrong time. The other part of me told me to fuck it and set his facts straight, which is exactly what I went for.

"Well firstly it's not my fault that you walked in at the wrong time and for your kind information it's Nailea and Matteo that's letting me stay here not you, you may be the Don of the Italian Mafia when you are working but you're just an ordinary person to me. Capire?" I retorted.

(T: Understood?)

I made my way back to the walk-in wardrobe to put the remaining clothes inside, leaving him stunned and anger filling up in his eyes, little did I know what was going to happen next.

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Closing the door to the walk-in wardrobe gently, I was spun around to face a very pissed off looking Valerius. He held both of my upper arms in his large firm hands, which I was sure would leave bruises.

He pushed me hard against the white wooden door, I hissed as the pain throbbed in my back but I brushed it off. His tall frame looked down on me. He was about 6'4 and I was 5'5. His dishevelled hair fell perfectly on his face as he towered over me.

"Let go of me, Valerius!" Clenching my fists, I squirmed in his arms trying to free myself from his hold but he gripped me with so much force that I surrendered and stared into the depth of his ocean eyes.

"Listen, tesoro, you are starting to piss me off," He seethed as one of his firm hands let go to palm the door behind me, caging me. His eyes held back so much anger that I guess no one had the audacity to talk to him like that.

(T: sweetheart)

"Looks like I already have" I rolled my eyes, returning to look back at him with a killer's look. "You find this funny don't you?" At this moment his pupils dilated with frustration but me being me, I wanted to keep going as I found it amusing, his hand slowly crept up my neck and held it there.

"Are you nervous, tesoro?" He whispered as his face inched closer towards my exposed neck. My breathing became uneven as his breath fanned against my sweet spot making the goosebumps coat my arms.

(T: sweetheart)

Usually, if someone was this close up I would push, punch or kick them but for some reason my body was still, submitting itself to him rather than my mind. His piercing eyes were back on mine, my knees felt weak but I held my stance.

"No" I responded firmly, not showing my nervousness. I tried to calm my breathing but Valerius took the chance to turn my head to the side and gently skim his soft plump lips against my sweet spot.

"No? Are you lying, Shira?-" He whispered into my ear making my legs tremble and the hair at the back of my neck to stand up. Valerius's hand that wrapped around my neck began to squeeze gently in the right place.

"Because if you are, I'm going to have to punish you." He seductively spoke in my ear as his lips skimmed my ear lobe. My breathing quickened as he gently pressed his lips against my neck leaving sweet butterfly kisses around my sweet spot.

I became needy. I desperately wanted him to kiss it but he didn't and continued his teasing. "And for your kind information, I. Don't. Like. Lies. Shira." He whispered, mocking what I said earlier to him as he placed kisses in between each word. My legs wanted to give up as he said my name so softly yet sounded so indecent.

"Valerius, what are you doing? This is inappr-" His groan caught me off guard. He kissed his way up, kissing too close to my sweet spot yet still not purposely kissing it. "Mmm are you going to lie to me again, tesoro?"

(T: sweetheart)

My hand grabbed onto his bulky shoulder, squeezing it gently, I held onto it before my legs could give out. His body was so close to mine that I could feel heat radiate off of him and travel to mine, coating my skin in a fresh layer of his sweat.

Inhaling his intoxicating cologne in this summer heat wasn't a great mix but his scent made me crave for him more and more. The smell of sandalwood, oud and whiskey was addicting, making my lungs beg to breathe his scent more than air.

"No," I whispered as my eyes closed, focusing on the torturing sensation. Valerius stopped his torture and kissed hard directly on my sweet spot. A small gasp escaped my lips as I squeezed harder and dug my nails into his shoulder and dragged them down his bicep, I was sure I left long red scratches for sure.

He hissed but continued his slow pecking on my neck. I could feel blood seeping out of the inside of my cheek as he continued his assault. Each kiss sent signals down to my core, I could feel it dampen.

It hasn't even been 24 hours and I'm already hot and bothered by Valerius fucking de Santis."Good girl, you're slowly learning" He ended his assault on my neck. Something inside of me wanted him to keep going.

"Learning? What am I learning?" I stood straight as he stepped away from me yet still close. Amusement was evident in his eyes. He smirked while stepping closer again, pushing a small strand of baby hair that stuck to my face.

"To be obedient to me." He whispered as caressed my cheek not looking at it but at my lips.

"Obedient to you? What's that supposed to mean?" It was confusing what Valerius was saying. It didn't make sense at all. His eyes were blazing with devilment.

"Yes, mia tigre. Just for me. Mine." Grabbing my waist and inching me closer to him. Anger grew in the pit of my stomach and began to rise. I pushed him off of me with such a force that he looked at me surprisingly. I couldn't believe what he said I didn't want to be like one of his sluts.

(T: my tigress)

"First of all, there's a huge difference between the names Shira and Grace, ok? She can be yours but not me." I lashed out while stepping one step closer. "Secondly, don't forget who I am. Just because I don't like to involve myself in the Mafia doesn't mean I can't kick your pretty ass. Understood?!" I stepped another step closer.

"Last but not least, what's with the nicknames? Just call me Shira. Got it? Plus why do you keep calling me 'tigre' for?" I stopped until I was face to face with him. I wasn't able to read his emotion as he stood there smirking and never breaking eye contact with me.

"Mmm, rawr. Feisty, I like it" He winked while snaking his arm around my waist. "Trust me, tesoro, I won't stop with the nicknames, dolce. I enjoy seeing you all worked up, mia piccola tigre." He teased as he looked at my eyes to my lips, which I was biting unconsciously.

(T: sweetheart, my little tigress)

"Valval, what are you doing to Shiwa?" Angelo asked as stood in front of the door with his head tilted in confusion, holding what looks like a 'Finding Nemo' DVD. Valval? Cute.

"Nothing buddy, I was getting something out of her hair" He answered, my eyes narrowed into slits at his appalling excuse. Who wraps their arm around someone's waist to get something out of their hair?

"Oh, okie dokie. Amore mio, me and Sienna want to watch a movie con te." Angelo mumbled while blushing but I heard him loud and clear. He's so cute. What's with the Santis calling me nicknames?

(T: my love, with you)

"Sì, petit gâteau" I replied with a warm smile. I watched as Angelo's blue eyes lit up like a lantern in the night sky and a small cute smile formed on his angelic face. He happily went downstairs while cheering 'Yippee'.

(Yes, cupcake)

"Hypocrisy at its finest. How come you let Angelo call you nicknames and not me?" Valerius spoke while jealousy formed on his face."Don't tell me you're jealous of your cute brother?" I questioned with a mischievous smile planted on my face.

"No, I'm just asking. Anyway, let's go." He said while running his fingers through his thick hair. "Mhm. Valerius, you still haven't answered my question?" I said still curious why he keeps calling me 'tigre' for. Valerius turned around as he stood once again in front of my door.

His devilish smile played on his lips. "Well, you're feisty like one." He stepped closer, copying what I did earlier. "You have eyes like one." He stepped even closer. "I'm a true Lamoureaux" Valerius travelled his hand along my jaw and placed it on the side of my neck.

"Valerius..." He inched closer until his breath was once again on my neck, exactly where my sweet spot was. My breathing hitched as he skimmed his lips on it again.

"And you scratch like one too, mia piccola tigre. Rawr." He pushed away leaving me all hot and bothered again. I noticed the long red scratches that were opaque against his inked arm.

(T: my little tigress)

Small spots of blood were placed like beads on the red mark I gave him. I looked back at Valerius who looked amused by my damage. With that, he left with his phone charger and went down the stairs.

Three months of torturous teasing, will I survive?

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