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.

I murmured hesitantly. "What if it's

possessiveness surfacing. "Are you

his head in disappointment. Poor husband! I stifled a smile as guilt mixed

I wore, buttoning it back up as best as I could before sliding out of bed. My heart pounded as I made my way to the door. When I opened it, I was

widened in surprise at the sight of me. Then, as her gaze drifted over Zander's shirt I wore, I instinctively clutched it tighter, pulling it closed as

face was unmistakable, her disdain sharp and unfiltered. "What are you doing here, you bitch? And why are you wearing my fiancé's shirt?" she spat, her voice dripping with

I could even form a

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

my mate, Anne. Where else should she be?" he snapped, his voice cold

but not before casting a hateful glance at

My belongings were still in the guest room, and it provided the perfect excuse to leave this

murmured, avoiding their eyes as

walked away, leaving Zander and

elegant gown-a royal blue masterpiece crafted from silk and adorned with intricate lace details. The

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I headed straight to find my