The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

ASHLEY

I didn’t want to allow my thoughts to dwell on what had just happened, so I got in the shower and took a quick bath. I just wanted this to be done and over with. I couldn’t wait to get out of this hellhole. I was out of the shower in no time. I wrapped my towel around my body and another around my wet hair.

I stepped out of the bathroom only to find the room void of his presence. I couldn’t comprehend the pang of overwhelming sadness that hit me afterwards. I exhaled, strutting into the closet, and nearly flinched, when I found him leaning on the huge glass table in the middle of the closet. I blinked, swallowing my spit before I willed myself to move forward into the room.

“Peach, I am sorry.” He apologized but I ignored him. I sauntered over to the drawer that housed my undies, pulling out a matching set of lacy black underwear. I took off my towel, not in the least bothered that he was standing in the room. It was stupid to be hiding from him when he had already seen everything there was to see about me. I wore my panties and strapped on my bra, feeling his heated gaze on me.

“Peach__”

“Arden, just leave, okay?” I turned to him and watched his face fall. He didn’t seem content with the attitude I was starting to give him, so he walked over to where I was, pulling me to himself.

“Peach, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. You weren’t making it any__” He paused when he saw how cold my gaze had gotten, gulping before he continued. “_ I have no excuse, I am sorry.” He mumbled, looking like a child that had his favorite toy taken away from him. I sighed, nodding my head.

In a way, the fact that he knew what he did was wrong. It warmed my heart and it made me feel proud of him.

“Just…” I paused.

“Yelling doesn’t solve everything. It only makes things worse. I understand that you are the big bad Mafia boss, but here, you are my husband and you should be willing to talk things out with me instead of going all Mr. Wolf on me. It’s rattling to see you that way.” I explained to him, calmly while holding his gaze. It was strange to see him wearing his emotions on his face. His green eyes were warm, accommodating, and filled with something akin to…adoration.

“I am sorry. I won’t do that again.” He promised and I smiled at him. I suddenly grew shy under his gaze, but before I could look away from him, he claimed my lips in a soft kiss that had me shivering softly in his arms. I looped my hands around his neck, standing on my tip-toes while he supported me with his arms on my waist. He knocked the breath out of me when his lips began moving slowly against mine, causing goosebumps to scatter around my skin, seizing me in its electrifying hold. My eyes snapped shut instinctively.

The soft, sizzling kiss made my toes curl, rendering me a breathless mess as he ravished me with his sinful tongue that was enough to rob me of all my senses, nullifying them in a way that made me want to give it all up and give in to this pleasure that consumed me from the inside out. I palmed the back of his head as the kiss began growing hotter, digging my fingers into his lush curls and I tugged at them, earning me a sound he made at the back of his throat that sounded like a low growl. I moaned shamelessly into his mouth, when his hands dropped below my ass, cupping them in his palms.

Our tongues fought for dominance as we explored each other but at some point, I had to give in because, weirdly speaking, the kiss made me want to give up every ounce of control I had left in me. The kiss ripped off my resistance and left me a needy mess. Needy for everything he was willing to offer me. My hands left his neck, resting on his firm, hard chest, and I slowly pushed him against the glass table, wanting to fuse my body with his in every way that was humanly possible.

He let out a low approving growl that sparked up my desire for him. I could barely feel my legs which had gotten numb from the intensity of the kiss. I moaned into his mouth when he grabbed my butt cheeks again, my nipples growing excessively hard against the material of my brassiere. I could tell the sound drove him mad. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, shattering into a thousand fireworks when I heard a foreign sound leave his lips.

Arden moaned.

He fucking moaned.

FOR ME.

He pulled away shortly, even though I could smell the reluctance that oozed off him. My eyes which had fluttered shut earlier snapped open to meet his stormy gaze. I chuckled, heaving a breath and then, I rested my forehead on his. His hands were still on my waist and I brought my palm that housed my wedding ring onto his chest. As though he could sense what I did, his hands that housed his wedding band moved over mine, seizing it in a soft hold that made sparks course through my veins.

Our hands look so beautiful.

So fucking beautiful that it brought tears to my eyes.

“What in fucks name was that?” I asked, breathless, referring to the sizzling kiss we had just shared.

“I just kissed you senseless, Mrs. Gray.” He chuckled, squeezing our intertwined hands. My cheeks grew hot and I giggled. He let out a breathy laughter that sounded like music to my ears, detaching our forehead, but he didn’t stop holding me, staring down at me with so much warmth in his eyes.

“You should get dressed for your outing. I don’t want your friends to hate me more than they do.” He grumbled, not failing to express his displeasure.

“Well, you are the big bad wolf, so yeah, they hate you.” I shrugged casually and watched him scrunch his face in a cute frown that made my heart skip. He stared at me and wanted to debunk what I had just said, but the arching of my brows which were tucked up in a challenging manner had him retracting his statement, his shoulders slumping in defeat.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“My cards are in the drawer over there. Take as much as you want and get whatever you want.” He pressed a kiss to my temple and I smirked. If the big bad mafia boss tells me to spend his money, who was I to oppose? Hell yeah! I would drain his bank accounts.

“Yeah?” I asked with a smirk.

“Yeah,” He kissed me, cupping my bare ass. His lips dropped to my neck and he pressed a soft kiss on it, my breath hitching softly as I sucked in a breath.

“Don’t stay long,” he murmured, still not letting me go. The thought of canceling on my friends and finishing what we started was so consuming, but I couldn’t do that to them, so I just exhaled.

“Hmm,” I answered. He kissed my neck again and my vision grew faint, but then, he let me go, dropping a kiss on my forehead before leaving the closet. I pouted, the loss of his body heat hitting me hard.