Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 637 Chapter 637 Under His Control

I swear I saw the possessiveness swirling in his blue orbs as he stepped closer.

"As you wish, mate," Zander's voice turned husky, his possessive eyes raking over me as he grabbed my wrist and led me to the training area.

By now, everyone had gathered around the practice area where their alpha was going to train me.

Meeting his eyes with confidence, I grabbed the hem of my white top and was about to pull it over my head when he grabbed my hand.

"Don't!" he ordered sharply. "You can practise in these clothes."

I smirked. Two could play this game, Alpha.

He didn't bother covering himself in front of the hungry eyes of the she-wolves, yet he wanted me to stay modest. Such a hypocrite.

"But my clothes will get muddy," I pouted, letting my voice drop just enough to hint at the mischief dancing in my mind.

"They won't," Zander replied curtly, his gaze narrowing. "I'll be careful."

Oh, my Alpha-pretending not to care but still caring. It was adorable, really.

"So," I murmured, tilting my head and letting my fingers trail lazily along my waist, "what's the first move, Alpha?"

His eyes darkened, the playful spark fading into something more primal, more possessive. His chest expanded with a slow inhale as he stepped closer, towering over me, his shadow swallowing me whole. "Defense," he said simply, his voice husky, a delicious rumble that sent a shiver racing down my spine. "Defense," I echoed, my lips curling into a teasing smile. "You think I need to defend myself from you?" "No," he replied, his tone low and dangerous. "But from anyone foolish enough to try and take what's mine."

Before I could respond, his hands shot out, gripping my wrists with just enough force to command but never hurt. "First rule," he murmured, his eyes locked on mine, "never let your guard down."

His touch was electric, his thumbs brushing against my pulse points, making my breath hitch. I could feel the power coiled in his muscles, restrained but oh-so-potent, and it sent heat pooling low in my belly. "You're distracted," he pointed out, leaning in so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath fanning over my face.

"Wonder why," I managed to say, my voice weaker than I wanted.

a devastating mix

around my waist, anchoring me to him, while his other hand moved to my neck, not squeezing, just holding me

brushing the shell of my ear,

first, because being pressed against him like this was intoxicating. But then I felt it-the heat radiating from his body, the steady thrum of his heartbeat, the way his grip tightened slightly when I moved just right. It ignited something primal in me, something that wanted to fight, not

he teased, his voice dripping with

this. The challenge, the closeness, the way

He anticipated it, of course,

predictable," he murmured, his voice lower now, his

I shot back, twisting my head to glare at him. "You train shirtless for

sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. "You're mine," he said, his tone possessive

to touch you,"

rasp as he released my wrists, stepping

chest rising and falling rapidly-not just

boldly, my tone a mix of challenge and defiance. My words seemed to fuel the fire

mate," he said, his voice thick with certainty. "You don't need to be

closer with a commanding strength that sent a shiver down my spine. My palms fell against the hard planes of his bare chest, the heat of

all

a tantalizing whisper as his other hand brushed along my waist. "To touch, to feel to see..." His lips ghosted over my neck, stopping just at the marking spot, where the faintest graze

jolt of

electricity

through me.

love," he finished, his voice husky and

firmly to the sensitive skin at my neck, "how badly I want to mark you right here, in front

Arena howl with delight inside me, her joy practically bursting at the seams. She pushed against my control, eager to break free, to

awe and suspense. Heat flushed my cheeks and

eyes didn't waver.

the training," I teased, a playful glint in my eyes.

he