The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

ASHLEY

My lips twitched in a taunting smirk as I stared back at my reflection in the mirror, loving every bit of the badass woman standing right there. I was going to go for a look that screamed drop-dead gorgeous and dare I say that I fucking nailed it.

I radiated luxury at a glance.

Despite the black material being an A-shaped dress, it still clung to my frame like a second skin, outlining every inch of my hourglass figure. The thin straps of the dress pressed firmly against my shoulders. The plunging neckline revealed just the right amount of cleavage I wanted.

I wanted him to be unable to keep his paws off me. His control? I wanted him to toss it out the window. I wanted him beastly and untamed and I was determined to bring out that side of him.

There was something about him losing control that I found appealing.

I had my hair pulled backwards in a low bun, my face perfectly made up in dewy nude makeup with bright red lipstick to highlight the entire look. I kept my accessories simple. Just a pair of diamond studs, a bracelet, and the necklace he got me. I picked up his bottle of perfume and spritzed it on my body, picking up my black clutch, and then I sauntered out of the room.

The minute I opened the door, Duncan’s cold ass face was staring at me. One of my brows was tugged up at him rudely, a loud snort eliciting my lips. I hated this guy and I saw no reason to hide it, even though his facial expression was enough to tell me that he gave no fuck about what I thought of him or how I felt about him.

“What?!” I shot at him rudely.

“The boss wanted me to bring you to where he is.” He simply said, his voice absolutely toneless. I scoffed and moved forward, bringing my elbow to his chest and slamming him against the door, our eyes locked in a deadly gaze.

He didn’t even bat an eyelid.

“Just so we are clear…” My voice trailed off coldly with a cold smirk hanging on my lips.

“Under no circumstances are you going to hurt my girl, got that?” I queried, arching my brow just so he understood me perfectly. The fact that nothing about my tone gave off the fact that I was kidding made him nod in response, but that only seemed to tick me off.

“Use your words, boy!” I snapped.

“Yes, Mrs. Gray.” I could have sworn I saw his lips curve in a taunting smirk but the time was far gone, so I decided to let it slide.

“Now, take me to my husband,” I ordered, stepping away from him, and putting a sweet smile on my face. He brushed off a speck of non-existing dust off his shirt, walking further while I trailed behind him.

I was stunned when Duncan led me to a familiar place in the compound. He was long gone by now. The moment he saw that I had already figured it out, he practically vanished into thin air, not like I needed him here anyway. When Arden told me he wanted me to have dinner with him, I thought we would be eating out. I didn’t know we would be having dinner on the rooftop.

My heels made soft clicking sounds on the floor as I proceeded to push the door open. The cold, sharp gust of wind that made contact with my face caused me to gasp sharply, goosebumps erecting all over my skin. I stopped walking, my eyes demurely taking in the vast space that had been transformed.

I was wowed by the effort he put into this. The path I was going to take to the table was neatly decorated with rose petals and golden candlelight that illuminated part of the large space. The giant table had varieties of neatly covered dishes arranged atop it, alongside two golden chairs that reeked of luxury. There was a huge rose bouquet in the middle of the table, coupled with a large lighted candle.

The soft music that played somewhere in the background totally set the whole mood, causing heat to rush to my cheeks. It almost made my eyes watery because we weren’t even halfway into the dinner and I couldn’t afford to look like a zombie now.

My heart did multiple flips when he came out of the dark, sauntering over to me and looking like an absolute snack in his crisp white shirt that was tucked in black slacks. He didn’t put much effort into dressing up. Heck, at a glance, I could tell it was his signature day-to-day outfit, but seeing him look all dapper made me want to eat him up.

I gulped at the intensity of his green eyes that soaked me in like they had all the time in the world. He was staring at me, so blankly. I couldn’t even read him and that plunged me into mass confusion.

“Hey, beautiful.” He rasped and I sucked in some breath. He closed in on me, pressing a soft kiss on the side of my head before pulling out a chair for me. I took my seat, taking a deep breath. There was something so cold about him tonight and it left me on an edge. He was so different from the man that asked me to go to dinner with him this morning.

I tried not to make eye contact with him but I could feel his icy green eyes boring holes into my body and setting me ablaze.

“What’s your problem?!” I bit out harshly, unable to suppress how I felt about how he was acting. I looked away from the table sharply, locking eyes with him. He grabbed the red wine and poured it into two glasses, blatantly ignoring me. I watched him pick up one of the glasses, taking a sip from it. His eyes were on me the whole time and I scoffed.

“You love to get on my nerves, don’t you?” He asked softly and I squinted my brows at him in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” I queried him.

“How many times do I have to tell you to keep your hair untied?” He demanded, his eyes set dead on me. He twirled his glass in his hands, his hold on it growing more lax as the seconds passed, and then, the glass dropped from his hands, colliding with the floor and shattering into pieces.

No, it didn’t scare me. It wasn’t because of anything else. It was because I was used to seeing him this way. I just sat there, watching him with a scrutinizing gaze, and slowly, my lips twitched in a light smirk. I wasn’t mad at him. Instead, I was fascinated.

“So, you are mad I tied my hair?” I asked him, my voice low as I cocked my head to the side, sizing him up with my eyes. He sunk into his seat, assessing me with his cold eyes, and then, his cold gaze faltered, revealing the raw, toe-curling desire beneath the sea of green essence.

I could have sworn I had gotten the upper hand but he proved me wrong when a low, dark chuckle exited his lips, causing goosebumps to sprout all over my skin.

“You are enjoying this, aren’t you?” He asked, sounding astounded. His eyes shone with amusement.

“What? No!” I spoke up quickly, lying through my teeth.

“Untie your hair,” he commanded me, and I frowned.

“No,” I deadpanned.

“Don’t make me ask you again.” He warned.

“I still won’t do it.” I knew I was starting to rile him up and the rational part of me urged me to stop, but the irrational part overshadowed the former, causing me to press on, even when I knew I was walking on shards of broken glasses.

This was going to burn me really badly, but I still didn’t care.

“Get up,” His voice was surprisingly soft but the coldness in his eyes convinced me otherwise.

I held his gaze and felt my throat bob swiftly, running dry in the process. My legs felt numb underneath the table, the soles of my heels glued to the floor and my heartbeat picked up at a faster pace, hammering loudly against my chest. I could hear my blood pound really hard in my ears, the air that surrounded me growing eerily chilly.

“Evaline Gray, get the hell up from that seat and walk towards me. NOW.” Arden wasn’t shouting at me but he spoke with an assertiveness that made my skin prickle so hard. The firmness in his tone made my heart pound erratically.

I released a gasp, obeying him immediately. I got up from my seat and my legs nearly gave me away. His eyes were on me the whole time, watching my every move. My breath shuddered heavily, evading me as I made my way over to him. He got up swiftly and I could have sworn I felt my soul leave my body. He closed in on me, yanking me to himself and I breathed shakily, squeezing my eyes shut.

He was, however, displeased by that act.

“Look at me, Peach.” He spoke softly and something in me knew that he was struggling to keep his anger in check. He wasn’t yelling at me. Yet. And I knew I shouldn’t give him any reason to do so.

So, my eyes snapped open, meeting his fiery ones that had my breath hitching in my throat. He leaned in, his minty breath fanning my face as he brought his thumb to my face, trailing its pad against my cheek, so airily and I sighed from the impact, resisting the urge to snap my eyes shut, instinctively. My steps nearly wobbled but he wouldn’t allow that, his strong hand kept me in place.

“I have been giving you a pass, Evaline,” he began.

“But I see you don’t appreciate my patience with you, so I am going to grant you what you want. I am going to throw my patience through the window and show you the reason I have been the head of this family for over a decade.” He told me, his tone overly cold, dominating, and reeking of determination, which caused my heart to lurch to my mouth.

With one sweep, he cleared the table that was filled with varieties of delicacies, causing the objects on it to crash to the floor with thuds, clatter, and shatter. He ruined everything with one sweep and the stormy look in his green eyes told me he couldn’t give a damn and he further proved it when he pushed me to lie face flat on the cold surface of the now-empty table.

A sharp gasp eluded me.

I could feel his impending presence that loomed behind me like something so foreboding, but there was something else…I loved how unpredictable the whole thing felt. He loomed closer and closer and closer until I felt his rock-hard bulge graze my behind, eliciting an airy moan from me. He leaned further, careful not to press all of his weight on me, hovering above me. He chuckled darkly, the erotic sound hitting the walls of my ears, sending a certain chill down my spine.

He leaned in, his lips meeting my earlobe, pressing a cold kiss on it.

“I am going to spank you so hard and you are going to count. You are not going to hold back your moans either. I want the entire compound to know how much of a disrespectful whore you have been.” He told me, his voice giving no room for arguments. I couldn’t hold back the tiny moan that emitted from me, which caused me to bite my lip in anticipation.

“Do you hear me?” He demanded and I nodded vigorously, earning me a loud smack on my ass. I cried out in pleasure, eliciting a satisfied chuckle from him.

“Use your words, Evaline!” He said sharply, his voice dripping with heavy disapproval.

“Yes, sir.” The last word had spluttered out of my mouth before I could stop myself and I could have sworn I heard a growling rumble from his chest. His hands came to the band that held my hair in a bun, tugging at it and yanking it off before I could even bring myself to breathe.

“Good girl,” he whispered into my ears. He gathered the hem of my dress, bunching it up to my waist. The cold air swept across my butt cheeks, causing me to shiver lightly. His fingers crawled underneath the hem of my black thong, gliding beneath the material which was detached from my ass with a speed of light I could barely comprehend.

He ripped my panties off.

He didn’t say anything to me, but I could hear the unspoken words that hung in his mouth as his fingers airily moved across the skin of my butt. It made me drop my guard, causing me to relax and bask in the comforting feeling his fingers bestowed on my ass. My eyes fluttered close, instinctively.

The sharp, stinging contact his palm made with my ass caused my eyes to snap open on impulse, a loud moan rippling from my mouth. I sank my face into the surface of the table, a burning heat shooting from my butt, to my core, descending upon it so heavily that it left a pool of moisture hanging in there.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“One!” I moaned at how good it felt.

His hands grazed the affected part of my butt, an airy chuckle leaving his lips. His palm descended heavily on that part again, eliciting a sharp cry from me. My eyes pooled heavily with tears, not because it was hurting me but because of how it knotted my insides, a heavy feeling settled in my abdomen.

It was so good that it brought tears to my eyes.

“Two!” A wanton gasp escaped my lips, heavy breaths accompanying it.

He spanked me, again, not giving me the chance to reel from the impact of the earlier contact.

“Three!” I cried, my knees growing numb.

Again.

“Four!”

Again.

“Five! Oh, shit!” I was a panting mess on the fifth spank.

With each spank, the burning sensation in my core grew more overwhelming, driving me nuts. And each time, he always managed to catch me off guard, not giving me the chance to soak in the contact. My legs completely turned to jelly beneath him, my pleasure heightening to its peak and I could have sworn I was near my release by the time he was done. It left me so frustrated and I knew that he could put me out of my misery with one more spank.

Just one more…

“Arden, please,” I begged him, breathing heavily. He gripped me by my hair, a sadistic chuckle creeping into my ears. He yanked me up and without uttering a word to me, he hoisted me on the table, my moist core creaming the surface.

He gazed at me with the utmost satisfaction, completely pleading with himself because of the state he had me in. My makeup was completely smeared, and tears hung in my eyes. Heck, I could taste my washed eyeliner and mascara on my lips. He strode forward, standing between my legs. He pressed himself further until his clothed crotch was brushing my bare pussy. My hands settled at my sides on the table as I threw my head backwards, moaning loudly at the contact.

“Just fuck me, please!” I cried, unable to endure how badly my pussy throbbed. His hand came to rest on my cheek, stroking it tenderly with a soft hum under his breath. I jolted at the contact, a soft mewl leaving my lips.

“So responsive,” He murmured. One of his hands clamped down on my fleshy thigh, gripping it and spreading my legs apart. He crouched until he was staring directly at my liquidized cunt, looking so stupefied.

“My goodness, you are soaked,” he noted. He sounded surprised, not because he was surprised because I was wet, but because he was surprised that I was wet because of what he did to me.

“Just a stroke,” I whined, agitated, sounding overly breathless. He got up, much to my disappointment.

I couldn’t help the frown that creased on my face but it was soon wiped off when he grabbed me by the back of my head, his hot, needy mouth descending on mine in a mind-shattering kiss that caused me to moan heavily in his mouth. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach and I tugged him closer with my legs that were instinctively thrown around him. He let out a low moan, his hand kneading one of my boobs.

He broke the kiss, our uneven breaths filling the air.

“Do you trust me?” He asked in a whisper.

“With all of my heart, my love,” I answered him.

“I am all yours.”