MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 30: Yes, I Will Be Your Submissive Chapter 30: Yes, I Will Be Your Submissive

Angelia

They all listened while I talked about my hobbies which included reading, I was bored. What could I say? I told them about Andy, basically my only friends outside of school and how I had always wanted a dog. I told them pretty much my entire life story and only realized how long I had spoken until I finally stopped.. "Sorry, I really didn't mean to talk so much, what about you guys?"

They hadn't said a word since I started talking and the truth was, they didn't need to ask anything to keep me going, I babbled when I was nervous.

"I didn't mind." Marshall smiled and bumped me on my shoulder with his.

"I am a professor, something my father hates. He is a successful business man and wanted me to follow in his footsteps but f***k that. I always wanted to teach, so that is what I chose to do. I have a younger sister and I would do anything for her." I smiled at that, I had always wished I had that kind of bond with someone but my mother couldn't conceive any more children. I was their miracle baby, at least that was why they had called me. Marshall told me some of his childhood, about all the nannies growing up and the woman parading from his father's bedroom. It sounded like a sad childhood but I was happy he had his sister at the very least. He didn't turn out bad which was kind of surprising, considering his father sounded like a d***k.

"Kingston own a nightclub and he hates to talk." Marshall said about his friend, earning a scowl from Kingston but he didn't say anything more about him.

"What about you?" I asked Riccardo.

"Not much to say." I me****lly rolled my eyes are that, I was sure there was much to say.

"I like vintage cars..."

"Like?" Marshall laughed.

"Dude has like twenty vintage cars and he doesn't use any of them. They just sit in his garage collecting dust."

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"Shut up, man. They are for appreciation, not for driving." Riccardo defended himself.

"Anyways, most of my life is at the Pleasure Palace. That is mostly where I am from the moment I wake up to when I go to sleep."

new memories for the sake of school. But I didn't want to do that anymore. We talked for what seemed like hours, trying to get to know each other in record time. It felt good. socializing with them, there was never an awkward moment and if I happened to struggle thinking up things to say, one of the guys, most certainly not Kingston, came to my rescue.

balance to my own social

As we spoke,

mature and experienced they were.

difference between us, something we

about my age or yours for the

was. I was afraid they thought I was older than I actually was. How awkward

with silence. Shit, we should have

had even made it

you Now,

befor

began, I realized how much I wanted this, wanted. them as my dominants. They seemed like the perfect practice, they had to be trustworthy given Riccardo owned the d***n club. I had also seen how people respected them at the club, the way people couldn't help but look at them with admiration. They could teach me how

me and Riccardo being thirty-eight and Kingston being thirty-nine is too old for you. For us,

didn't come as a shock to me that they were in their thirties, I had guessed as much given their owned businesses. Not to mention, they looked nothing like

like the age difference, isn't that right, honey bunny?” Riccardo

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f****k me,

and more attractive than boys my age. There was this kind of power they held, the authority, the boys lacked it. Not to mention what they might have learned in bed, they had already proven they knew more than any man I had ever slept with. They get me off which no one else but me could

happened whenever

"Say it," Riccardo demanded.

Sir.

I hesitated.

!

at the word as if he knew I had made my decision ready even if had said it outloud at venit as admited to myself, the tensionin the room went up notch, turing the asy atmosphere into something more. Marshallpur his hand on my thigh and squeezed it slightly. The movement brought

thinking right. now. Marshall's grip on me tightened at Riccardo's question, the air in the room grew tense as if they were holding their breath, waiting for me to either say yes or no. The day I stepped foot in Pleasure