THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

“Tell me what you want.”

I stared into Sin’s eyes, feeling my heart flutter at his nearness. “I want you,” I whispered, reaching out to cup his cheek.

For a split second, I felt complete adoration for the man in front of me as he trembled under my touch. He was strong. He was in charge.

He was my own.

When he opened his eyes once more, I could see the ferocious heat and desire he would once again bring to my body. We had sentiments for each other that were difficult to express.

“Mani.”  My name came out in a whispered plea as he dropped to his knees, his face inches from my throbbing core. “Why do you wish to leave me?”

“I don’t,” I breathed, my hands fisted in his hair. “I won’t.”

His thumb brushed over my clit, and I whimpered. “You don’t ever have to beg for me.”

Oh, but I wanted to. As he continually pushed my body to the edge, I wanted him to make me scream out his name and beg him to stop.

His mouth touching me and nearly making me cry is my favourite thing about him. He worshipped me as he tore apart my folds and his tongue slid over my swollen nub.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

As I fought to breathe, I jerked awake. My eyes flew open. only a dream, that is.

Surely a dream, then.

My face was scratched as I moaned. The window was open, allowing sunlight to pour in. After Sin had left, I made an effort to stay awake, restlessly anticipating the moment he would come back.

However, eventually, fatigue prevailed, and I ended up falling asleep, naked.

I winced as I stretched my body in defiance of getting out of bed as my feet screamed in response. Probably from my attempt to escape from Jason last night, there were wounds, bruises, and scrapes all over the bottom.

I could really use a shower. that, and perhaps something else.

The unwelcome and unpleasant notion struck, and I became aware that my body was still flushed from my dream. My hand strayed to my sore breasts. Even though I rarely touched myself, something about that dream made me feel… incomplete.

I closed my eyes as my hand travelled down to my stomach and thought about how he had instructed me with his touch. He quickly gained control of me and moulded my response to his.

My finger brushed my crotch, and I gasped lightly. I was already soaking wet.

This can’t be happening. I couldn’t possibly walk around all the time wanting him…

However, a monster with an inquisitive eye opened deep within me and made me yearn for more.

He was supposed to hold me down, pin me to the bed, and then push me open. I was forced to close my eyes by the thought, and the subsequent images in my head filled the gloom with flashes of gripped fingers, tangled limbs, and hot, heavy breath lingering near my ear.

I gasped as my fingers spontaneously opened, and I could feel the heat rising.

“Yes,” I whispered to an empty bedroom, wondering if he had any hidden cameras so he could watch. On one hand, I would positively die of embarrassment if he was. But on the other hand, I wanted him to watch.

My orgasm came quick and fast, and I cried out as my body buckled against it. But as quickly as it came, the pleasure started to fade, and all that remained was a burning need-a need that I knew only one person could fill.

“Great, just great,” I muttered.

Throwing the covers away, I got up, walked to the bathroom naked, and turned on the shower as hot as it would go.

When I stepped under the spray, I yelped at how hot it was and turned on the cold slightly so that I wouldn’t scald my skin. There were small things like shampoo and body wash.

The shower gave me time to reflect. How was he able to know that I had left the hotel at such short notice, and how in the hell did he know where I was?

Jason?

Rinsing out the shampoo, I quickly lathered up my body with the body wash. I still couldn’t let Sin doubt me; I needed to tell him the truth and set things right.

There was no way I was going to let Jason win; he had managed to turn Sin’s trust against me, and I wasn’t planning on letting that happen.

At the thought of Sin, his piercing eyes popped into my mind, and I sighed. How was I going to get him to listen to me since he hadn’t returned to the room since he left? My guess is that he was staying in the spare bedroom.

This was definitely not how I expected our trip to Paris to end.

I washed the soap off me, shut off the shower, and picked up one of the fluffy towels to dry my body off.

I wrapped the towel around my body, walked out of the bathroom to where my bag laid, and sighed, searching through the seas of clothes for what to wear.