The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

JAXON

“There’s a probability that you might not get it on the first try and that’s okay, baby. Remember what I told you, learning how to shoot takes practice. It takes patience in abundance,” My voice was soft, laced with comfort.

I took a step forward.

Another.

And another.

Until I closed in on her. I was only a few inches away from her and I could pick up on how tense her body had become. She dragged out a shaky breath. I reached for her shoulders, dropping my hands on them and massaging them softly. She moaned softly, easing into my touch like it was the elixir she had desperately needed to calm herself down.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

My hands travelled down her shoulders and I pressed my body to hers, eliciting a sharp breath from her. I worked my fingers from her shoulders, carefully brushing them past her breasts and stroking her protruding nipples in the process, causing her to wiggle in my arms, arching her back to meet my touch. My hands rested on her waist, squeezing it softly and I breathed on her neck, smirking.

“Rule number one, Mrs. Gray, always remember to stay aware of your surroundings when you are shooting a gun. You should try to stay focused no matter what.” I enunciated, emphasising my last words.

“Now, focus on your stance.”

“Stand shoulder-width apart,” I instructed her to create a little space between her legs. She did as she was told. “Stretch your dominant hand, by your dominant hand, I mean your right arm. The elbow should be almost straight.” I told her, taking her right arm and handing her the gun.

“The elbow of your left arm should be slightly flexed like an obtuse angle. Now, grip the handle firmly with your right hand, your pinkie, ring finger and middle finger should be wrapped around the handle firmly,”

I guided her hand properly, ensuring she had her fingers secured around the handle.

“Add your thumb to secure it and position your index finger on the trigger.”

“Your grip should be firm but not too tight,”

“Pick up your left hand and wrap it around your right hand that’s gripping the gun handle, so you will be able to balance the weight properly without wavering.

“Good,” I breathed on her neck, eliciting a sigh from her. I had to bite back a chuckle. I knew my hovering presence had an effect on her and she was terrible at keeping it to herself. Her body language sold her out.

“This is where it gets a little complicated,” My voice was drawn to a breathy whisper.

“Take a calm, steady breath. Stay in touch with your surroundings. Stay focused. This is not the time to give in to distractions, baby.” I voiced out, balancing my hands on her hips to adjust her stance properly.

“Close your left eye and keep your right eye open. The darkness produced by your closed eye is luring you in but that’s not the focus. Focus your attention on the picture your open eye is trying to paint for you. Narrow your open eye on the bull’s eye.” My voice was soft and laced with comfort.

I was trying to make her as calm as she could be.

No, you are trying to push her buttons. The tiny voice in my head reminded me and I smirked.

“You set?”

“Definitely,” She answered, breathlessly.

“Take a deep breath,” I said to her and watched her draw in a breath, exhaling slowly.

“That’s my girl,” I said huskily.

“Align the front sight with the rear sight and allow your target to come into focus. Do you have your target now?” I demanded.

“Yes,”

“Now, slowly pull the trigger in one smooth and controlled motion. Remember, it’s okay not to get it right at first. That doesn’t make you incompetent. It’s called growth. You are evolving.” I assured her, gently.

“Fire,” I ordered sternly, and she pulled the trigger. She didn’t hit the bull’s eye, she missed.

“Again,”

She missed.

“Again,”

“Again, baby. Focus on your target. You can do this.” I convinced her, trailing circles on her waist with my fingers, eliciting a light moan from her.

“FOCUS.”

“NOW, FIRE!”

She fired a shot at the bull’s eye, hitting it with one swift shot. The shot travelled through the bull’s eye and pierced the paper target, denting a hole in it. My lips curved in a proud smile, pride surging through me.

“Good girl,” My lips brushed her ear, my arm curling around her waist as I tugged her to myself, possessively. She let out a sharp gasp, wiggling in my arms and her ass grazed my crotch, earning a guttural groan from me.

I came here to train her how to use a gun but the lines between professionalism and the sexual tension that hung between us were starting to blur, intertwining with each other. I was hanging on a thin thread right now and I didn’t know how long I could keep it together.

My cock twitched in my pants as she pressed her body into mine, releasing a soft moan. I didn’t get a chance for the effect her actions were starting to have on me when she slowly started grinding against me.

“Fuck, Peach!” I growled, my restraint snapping.

I took the gun from her and she tossed her head backwards, resting it on my chest while I held her in place with my arm secured around her waist.

“Arden, please…” She whined.

I sucked on the skin of her neck, eliciting a moan from her. The soft sound sent a jolt of electricity coursing through my body. I gripped the handle of the gun, bringing the barrel to her neck. I pressed the cold steel of the barrel on her skin, trailing it downward. I was excruciatingly slow, a sense of satisfaction washing over me at how responsive she was to my touch.

“What do you want, Peach?” I demanded, my voice low.

“I want you to touch me, sir,” Her voice was laced with plea and neediness. The tip of the gun settled between her cleavage and she sucked in a sharp breath. I tugged at my tie, detaching it from my neck. I brought the navy blue material to her face, blindfolding her.

I watched her throat bob swiftly in anticipation and I smirked coldly. The tip of the gun brushed her hardened bud that was poking through the flimsy fabric of her sports bra.

“Oh, fuck…”

“You like that, huh?” I queried, chuckling darkly.

“Oh, yes!”

I showered feathery kisses on her neck, earning me sighs of pleasure from her. My impatience got the better part of me and my fingers found the hook that held the straps of her sports bra together, unclasping it. I pushed the material downwards with the tip of my gun, revealing her boobs that spilled out of the sports bra.

Her skin was dented with goosebumps. I watched as it dotted her skin. Her nipples hardened and her breath quickened, coming out so ragged. Her chest rose and fell heavily. She shifted on her feet, brushing her ass against my dick and I groaned.

The tip of the Glock grazed her nipples and she tossed her head backwards, arching her back in pleasure. I could pick up the desperation in her actions, her mouth growing dry as I dangled the pleasure right in front of her but never allowed her to have it. It was evident how frustrated she was, given she had a blindfold on her face.

“Sir, please…” She whimpered.

The barrel brushed her nipples and this time around, she couldn’t fight back the loud moan that exited her lips. The rosy pink buds were so sensitive as she wouldn’t stop jerking when the cold tip met them. She was thrashing around in my arms but I held her in place, torturing her with the gun moving so airily on her skin.

My fingers travelled down the exposed skin of her waist, disappearing into sweatpants. I tugged at the hem of her panties, slipping my fingers into it to feel how wet she was.

Fuck, she was dripping with so much moisture. The lacy material of her panties was so damp, coated with her essence. I glided my finger over her pussy, stroking it softly and she mewled. I retracted my fingers immediately.

“You dirty, dirty whore…” I sneered.

“Look how wet you are.”

“You love this, don’t you?” I mused, nuzzling my head into her neck.

“Yes! Yes! I love it. Please, sir, let me cum…” She pleaded. My lips stretched in a taunting smile and I spun her around to face me, removing her blindfold. My eyes examined her features. Her hair was sticking out in several directions, her face flushed and her eyes darkened with desire, doused with heavy desperation. I could feel how much her body ached for my touch, through her honey-brown orbs.

I whisked her off her feet and she hopped on me like a leech, wrapping her legs around me. I walked towards the drawer, tossing the gun in it.

With a speed I couldn’t decipher, I slammed her against the nearest wall, earning me a loud moan from her. I trapped her arms above her head, securing it with the tie in my hands. I tied her hands but made sure it wasn’t too tight. I couldn’t risk hurting her.

She had her eyes fixated on me the whole time, bearing her soul to me. Her gaze shattered every ounce of the layers that made up my skin, leaving a burning sensation wherever her eyes met. She wore her emotions on her face, wanting me to see the kind of effect I had on her.

“Keep your hands above your head, no matter what,” I said monotonously, bringing my fingers to her cheek and trailing it on it softly. She jerked softly, jutting her chest out. My fingers brushed her sensitive bud and she let out a wanton moan. I buried my head in the crook of her neck, sucking on the skin of its base. She tilted her head to the side, granting me access to her neck, unable to hold back from making sounds that left me so aroused.

My mouth worked wonders on her skin, thoroughly, trailing from her neck to her chest and enclosed around one of her nipples. I swirled my tongue around it, picking her up and she clasped her thighs around my midsection, loud moans emitting from her. She thrashed around torturously but I had her pinned against the wall, rendering assault on her skin with my mouth and hands.

The sounds she made sent a zap of electricity across my veins, seizing me in a chokehold and amplifying my desire for her. My hands found her sweatpants and I got rid of them in one swift move, yanking her lace panties off.

I undid my fly, unbuckling my belt with my head nuzzling into her neck. My cock teased her opening, lining up with her entrance before I plunged myself into her with a force that slammed her back against the wall.

“Shit!” She cursed.

“Peach!” I growled into her neck, not moving. I wanted to take all the time in the world to savour how much being inside of her felt like home. She clenched tightly around me, my length stretching her. She was made for me. Just for me and being inside of her further confirmed that belief. She was so warm. Being inside of her would never cease to feel like a new feeling.

I relished and basked in it.

“Sir, please,” She whined. I placed my hand above her pinned ones, pressing it tightly against hers and I slammed myself into her with a force that shook her, rattling her and causing her to produce a loud sound that filtered into my ears, shooting through my veins and rejuvenating me.

“You are so tight!” I grunted. I could feel my sanity slowly slipping away from me. That was what being inside of her does to me. It plunged me into a world of madness.

I detached my head from her neck.

My eyes met her hypnotic ones and I could feel my entire being engulfed in flames, the scorching heat incinerating me to ashes. Those brownish gold essence seized me in their electrifying hold as I pumped in and out of her, watching her face contort into pleasurable expressions as our souls bonded together like a cosmic thread. Her mouth was slightly ajar. Her skin was sweaty and flushed. Her hair was sticking to her face. She let out wanton sounds, not restricting herself from screaming my name as I pounded into her.

She was breathtaking…

I watched the mind-numbing emotions that were thrown across those brown orbs, tugging dangerously at my heartstrings, shattering me into pieces and moulding me back into a whole. Sparks coursed through my veins, deep, powerful feelings evoking in me while she kept her eyes fixated on me, pleasurable sounds emitting from her.

“Fuck, Arden!”

“Oh, my God!”

A sob tore through her lips, her eyes brimming with unshed tears due to amplified pleasure that her body couldn’t seem to handle anymore. My stomach tightened into huge heavy knots, my muscles rippling and spasming uncontrollably. She convulsed heavily in my arms, muttering strings of incoherent words that I couldn’t pick up on. A growl rippled from my chest.

“FUCK!” She screamed. A guttural groan escaped my lips and I dipped my head into her chest, my hot mouth descending on her hardened buds. She let out a scream as we approached our climax, foreign sounds emitting from us. I shot my seeds into her, groaning. She whimpered softly, creaming my cock with her essence.

My heavy breathing mixed with hers and my head dropped to her chest. She was still pressed firmly against the wall, her hands bound while we tried to reel from the mind-shattering sex we just had. It was so intense. I could feel her reaching out to my soul.

I pressed a lingering kiss on her chest, my heart fluttering softly as sparks ignited within me, consuming me and warping me up like a yarn.

No jokes. I was fucking high on her.