Refusing the Love of a Mafia Boss
49. You Tempted?

Ilina pretended not to know. Glancing at the food Noah had made for her just now.

The man directed the spoon to feed Ilina, patiently watching her chew even if it was just a spoonful of porridge plus a mouthful of salted chicken meat.

Noah's face looked complicated. It made Ilina think to say, "Xavier said he likes me."

Turns right. He saw Ilina and Xavier kissing.

".... You like it too?"

".... What if it is?"

It was rather strange to actually see a person like Noah, who was used to living in lies and falsehoods, now putting on a face as if he was so frightened.

Ilina glanced at the side of the bed. On the rose in the white vase. There are seven red roses.

Fatiguing.

Acting like this made him choke.

"You gave me a rose today." Ilina reached out to the vase, but Noah quickly picked it up. "I thought it was pink."

Red, everyone knows. The symbol of love and passion.

"You want another color?"

"No. I like this." Ilina smiled subtly. "I love this, Noah."

Noah jerks.

Of course he's not that stupid. There is no need for repetition for Ilina if she just wants to say she likes flowers.

The man smiled. His ears twitched in response to what he was feeling now.

He let go of the hand on the spoon in the porridge bowl. Slowly eroding the distance between them to reach Ilina's lips.

A moment before they touched, Noah actually smiled loosely.

"Have me, Ilina."

Until now, Noah had always kissed her with a gentle rhythm. Different from the way Xavier was feeling overflowing, Noah still continued to hold himself within limits as if he was afraid of Ilina knowing too much.

But Ilina was already tired of this game.

She was theatrical, Ilina was theatrical, every day they smiled at each other and then turned away with cold faces.

Is that love?

How does that feel?

Does it hold?

How is that supposed to exist?

"Ilina's."

Noah muttered his name. Grabbing the hand of Ilina who squeezed the rose petals to move to her cheek.

"Do as you please." The man handed the restraints of his neck to Ilina. "Touch me and do as you please. I'll be happy with whatever it is, Ilina."

The tip of Ilina's fingers moved on Noah's cheeks. Leaving a gentle mouthful with no meaning before he re-united their lips.

It didn't feel bad this handsome guy turned himself in.

Ilina lingered on kissing her lips despite feeling tight. Noah's temple was a bit wet with sweat, but actually Ilina was just as hot.

"I hate Xavier." Noah kissed the tip of Ilina's fingers. "He died because of your sweet kiss. Can I just, Ilina?"

Ilina was smiling. "Handsome men like to seduce, as I know it."

"You tempted?"

It's probable.

...*...

Noah didn't know why Ilina suddenly accepted it. But he might not want to know.

Brushed aside for a moment the bowl of porridge from there, leaving Ilina's hand on her nape coiled.

Noah's feeling hot. Encouraged to go berserk when he touched the heart of Ilina's waist, completely resigned to the control she held.

The rose was knocked out and Noah did not care about the sound of the vase breaking. Her lips that were in Ilina's caress were much more important for her to feel.

She's really not a girl who's a fret. Although it was obvious that she was not too used to it, Ilina looked at him, and pushed herself to do as she wished.

Ilina calmly undid Noah's shirt buttons. He did it himself, even without Noah fishing line or asking.

The fine tip of his fingers touched the surface of Noah's chest skin. Just playing around for a bit before he pulls away.

"I'm hungry."

Noah's breath was hunting heavy.

It was Ilina's worst act she had ever seen, because she had so purposely pretended that nothing had happened.

Not wanting him to commit that atrocity again, Noah immediately grabbed Ilina's hand. It was interesting to fall together into bed.

"I don't care to be food."

When she rolls over and kisses Noah once more, little does she know that Ilina has already begun to see him.

...*...