Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 627

Chapter 627 Awkward Situation

His movements became more urgent as he unbuttoned the shirt I wore his shirt. His tongue flicked over the swell of my breast, drawing a gasp from me as my body instinctively arched beneath him. But suddenly, a sharp knock on the door shattered the moment, jolting us both back to reality.

"Someone's knocking on the door," I murmured, trying to squirm free from his hold, though it seemed he had no intention of stopping.

"Don't listen," he groaned, his hand gripping my other breast as he pushed the fabric of the shirt lower, revealing more of me to his hungry gaze.

My breathing hitched as his lips found my hardened nipple, drawing a shiver through my body. "What if... what if it's Austin?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling. Memories of our baby boy coming into our room in the mornings flashed through my mind, making my heart race for an entirely different reason. Zander lifted his head slightly, his lips still hovering over their target as he whispered, "I have Blair and Mother to take care of Austin. They'll keep him busy so we can have our time."

But the instincts of a mother didn't allow me to accept that so easily. What if my son needed me or his dad in the morning? What if no one else could calm him down?

I pushed Zander away, wincing immediately as my nipple was still trapped tightly between his lips.

He let go with a frustrated sigh, his displeasure evident as his eyes darkened. His lips parted slightly, as if reluctant to release me.

check the door," I murmured hesitantly. "What if it's Austin

low, his possessiveness surfacing. "Are you serious right

biting my lip nervously. His jaw clenched as he got up, shaking his head in disappointment. Poor husband! I stifled a smile as guilt mixed

as I could before sliding out of bed. My heart pounded as I made

over Zander's shirt I wore, I instinctively clutched it tighter, pulling it closed as heat crept

"What are you doing here, you bitch? And why are you wearing my fiancé's shirt?" she

could even form

behind me, stepping into the doorway, still shirtless An irrational surge of possessiveness washed over me, and fought the urge

room, and she is my mate, Anne. Where else should she be?" he snapped, his voice cold and commanding, leaving

Alpha King's piercing gaze, but not before

still in the guest

I murmured, avoiding their eyes as I slipped past

a reply, I walked away, leaving Zander and Anne alone to deal with their

into a fresh, elegant gown-a royal blue masterpiece crafted from silk and adorned with intricate lace details. The unique golden threadwork along the neckline added a touch

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polished, I headed straight to find my