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.

murmured hesitantly. "What if it's

surfacing. "Are

as he got up, shaking his head in disappointment. Poor husband! I

gathered the shirt 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 startled

as her gaze drifted over Zander's shirt I wore, I instinctively clutched it

unmistakable, her disdain sharp and unfiltered. "What are you doing here, you bitch? And why are you wearing my fiancé's

could even form a

over me, and fought the urge to shield

room, and she is my mate, Anne. Where else should she be?" he snapped, his voice cold and commanding, leaving no room for

her eyes under the Alpha King's piercing gaze, but not before casting a hateful glance at

an escape. My belongings were still in the guest room, and

I murmured, avoiding their eyes

a reply, I walked away, leaving Zander and

blue masterpiece crafted from silk and adorned with intricate lace

ou

polished, I headed straight