Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
Was this where it usually slept? Rhea knew she wouldn’t be able to relax from now in this room knowing that a lion sleeps right outside the door. What if it pounces on her and kills her in her sleep? Damn, why does Lukas have to live dangerously?
…..
Rhea decided to tiptoe out of the room since the lion was still asleep and hadn’t noticed her presence, however, in the process of trying to avoid the lion at the door, she mistakenly hit the door frame and pain shot through her leg.
“Ouch!” A yelp escaped her lips as she grabbed her leg and hopped on one foot.
The lion woke.
“Mummy!” Rhea cried out when Samson woke up from his slumber and stood to his magnificent height, a grunt escaping his lips. She wanted to run but fear crippled her and Rhea stood there, her feet glued to the ground.
This was her end, Rhea decided as Samson released a woof, combined with the huffing and snorting sounds he made in conjunction with it as he pawed towards her.
Where the hell was Lukas? Rhea was frightened out of her mind. If she dies here and ends up in Samson’s stomach, she would return as a malevolent ghost and haunt Lukas for the rest of his life. No matter where he hides, she would hunt him to the ends of the earth.
Rhea felt the lion’s heat even before it got close to her and she squeezed her eyes shut and stood as still as a rock. She would not watch the moment of her death and maybe the pain wouldn’t be that much.
However, to her surprise, something nudged her leg and she ignored it the first time until she felt it the second time and that made her pop an eye open with the other still closed.
Huh? Samson wasn’t eating her yet.
Rhea had to open her other eyes to see the lion running his snout across her leg and call it instinct, she felt that the lion was calling for her attention. So she bent with furrowed brows, her body still on full alert. What if the lion wanted her to bend to his height so it could take off her head easily.
No, Rhea thought otherwise. Samson was currently huffing and puffing and that sounded like a happy lion to her. The moment she crouched down, the Lion sniffed her and before Rhea could stop it, having seen that coming, it licked her soundly across the face.
That was cute yet ouch!
Okay, the Lion was in a good mood and wanted her attention. So Rhea reached out, although cautiously at first, and stroked it’s incredibly thick and full mane, and Samson moaned.
Wow, Rhea was stunned by the scene. She had only seen lions on television and never once up close and the only sound she knew lions made was to roar, hence it didn’t hit her that they communicated in many different ways using sounds. If only his tongue was smooth, then she would have enjoyed his face licks a bit better.
Samson tackled Rhea to the ground and from there, it was all out fun and that was the scene Lukas was treated to when he returned to the room.
“I see you both are bonding already,” Lukas said, walking over to them.
However, before he could reach them, Samson turned and growled at him territorially and that made Lukas halt in his steps, brows arched in surprise.
Hands on his waist, he told Samson, “You do know that’s my woman you’re getting possessive over?”
Samson snorted, standing his ground.
“Hey, boy,” Rhea called the lion’s attention, scratching his side while running her hand through his mane and Samson purred, his eyes closing in delight.
“Let’s not start a fight, okay? You know Lukas does love you,” Rhea spoke to it as if he could understand her. And not surprising, in the end, Samson walked over to Lukas and he pet it on the head.
She couldn’t tell what Lukas said to it but Samson left the room for them, swinging his tail from side to side happily.
“You have to teach me how to do that,” Rhea said to him, eager to learn his trick.
“Yeah, I would,” He added, “Right after you marry me,”
He snatched her lips in a sweet kiss and when they parted, Lukas said to her sexily, “Goodmorning, baby girl.”
Rhea melted on the inside.
Stages Of Love
Stage one:
Butterflies.
[Is anything better than that fluttery feeling you get when you’re first falling for someone new?]
That described Rhea’s situation better.
“What?” Lukas chuckled when Rhea kept hiding her face and buried it in his chest, unable to look him in the eye without blushing tomato red.
“Stop it!” Rhea swatted his hand when he tried to lift her face.
“Come on, I want to see your beautiful face,” He told her and finally yet slowly, she looked at him, going beet red in the face.
Intense gray eyes bore into shy yet glinting green eyes, Rhea didn’t even realize she was drawing the map of the world on the floor with her leg.
“So beautiful,” Lukas muttered, his fingers caressing her collar, leaving goosebumps in its wake while her breathing deepened.
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He held her chin in his grip loosely while his other hand trailed down her naked arm with his intense gaze never leaving hers, her stomach fluttering with tiny butterflies. Her lips parted with the sensation he was invoking in her, his gaze flickering down to her lips.
Seeing his concentration on her lips, Rhea unconsciously jutted out her tongue and wet her lips. Lukas growled deeply at the back of his throat, his member hardening in his pants with his eyes darkened with lust.
A gasp escaped Rhea’s mouth when Lukas pushed her back against the wall without warning and then ground his arousal against her core as her clit throbbed and she didn’t regret putting on the spaghetti strap gown.
“This is what you do to me, La mia piccola sirena,” He ground against her harder and her back arched instinctively towards him.
Rhea already knew what that one meant, seeing his sweet name for her was a siren even though she looked nothing like one. Nonetheless, it still did stupid things to her body.
[This kind of obsessive thinking about someone and the state of your relationship is “happy anxiety,”]
Lukas couldn’t get Rhea out of her head and desired to brand his name on her skin and make her know who she belongs to. He dipped his head and kissed the curve of her skin, then her collarbone, and slowly moved to her breast, the deep V of her dress giving him an amble view of her cleavage. She wore the dress for him and that made his member ache with the need to claim her.
But before he could lower his head and pay homage to her breast, Rhea pushed him away and confusion crossed his face.
“I need a doctor,” She said, breathing heavily, affected by what he has been doing to her body.
“What?” Lukas was confused further, “What do you need a doctor for?” His expression showed concern wondering if he injured her in the course of their lovemaking. He wasn’t exactly known for his gentleness.
Rhea rolled her eyes, “Christ sake, Lukas, we’ve been doing it raw and I can’t get pregnant yet,” She muttered under her breath, “That is if I’m not pregnant already.”