Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 464 His Demand Mia's POV.

As soon as we touched down in Chicago, we made a beeline for the meeting that had been arranged by Logan's assistant. The meeting with the clients and the deal discussions took up nearly half the day. Logan had to pay a visit to the Chicago office, and it wasn't until later in the evening that we finally found ourselves free and returned to the hotel. I had made sure to book two separate rooms, determined to avoid any rumors of an affair with my billionaire boss.

From the expression on Logan's face, it was evident that he wasn't pleased with this arrangement. Nevertheless, I paid him no mind and headed to my room. Exhausted from the journey, I indulged in a hot bath, which eased the tension in my muscles. Afterward, I slipped into my clothes and stepped out. That's when the landline phone rang.

Frowning, I picked it up, wondering who would be calling me on the landline.

"Mia!" Logan's deep, husky voice resonated through the speakers, causing my heart to skip a beat. His voice was undeniably masculine, possessing a captivating depth that could easily ignite desire, even over the phone. "Come to my room," he ordered, his tone laced with authority and dominance.

With a resigned sigh, I knew I had no choice but to comply with his demand. As I approached his room, I noticed that the doors were left ajar, as if intentionally welcoming my arrival. Stepping inside, my eyes were drawn to his figure standing on the balcony, his back turned to me. I

couldn't help but take in the sight, appreciating the contours of his form in secret.

Slowly, I made my way towards him, anticipation stirring within me. When he finally turned to face me, his eyes smoldered with an unmistakable mix of lust and desire. It was clear what was about to unfold.

With a gentle touch, he cupped my face in his hand, his finger sensually tracing the curve of my lip. Each stroke sent shivers down my spine, heightening the intensity of the moment.

"I want you to move into this room," he declared, his voice filled with determination.

My mind began to protest, but before any words could escape my lips, he placed a single finger on them, effectively silencing me.

one will find out," he whispered, his words lingering over my lips, leaving no room for

of

as I opened my eyes,

our entire stay in Chicago, and

licked his lips. Meeting his gaze, I could see

teeth before releasing it with a soft pop. He then captured my lips again, his tongue coaxing my mouth to open, seeking entry. As soon as I parted my

me helpless with

lifted me in his strong arms, never breaking our passionate kiss, and carried me into the bedroom,

mine, his eyes locking onto mine, captivating me completely. Lust burned within his gaze, causing my breath to hitch in anticipation of his touch. A mischievous smirk

tug, he pulled

his

of my

shoulder, cascading down to the floor in a graceful motion. Sensing my compliance, he swiftly removed the dress entirely, leaving me exposed before him. Standing up, he shed his own clothes with lightning speed, his powerful frame now

He took his time, savoring each moment, exploring the delicate expanse of my

prowess. With a purposeful

as waves of pleasure washed over me. He lingered,

gasps. Our desires intertwined, our bodies becoming one in the throes of

with longing. His lips began to trail a path of kisses between my breasts, gradually moving downwards until he reached my belly button, where he