MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 49: I Will Drive You Home

Chapter 49: I Will Drive You Home

Angelia

"When you are here, you will follow my rules and if I tell you to do something, you do it."

said.

Riccardo My heart was pounding, the more control he took, the more am turned on. I was breathing heavily by the time he grabbed my chin and forced me to look up into his eyes, craning my neck to do so. "And if I I don't?" I whispered.

"If you don't, you will be punished."

There was promise laced in his voice, he left me standing there and went to the bathroom.

His cook made us a delicious lunch because in his words, I had slept through breakfast. He was an early riser apparently, he had already been up for hours, gone to the gym and done some work while he waited for me to wake up.

His house was meticulous, there were no personal touches in his apartment but everything was clean lines and perfect. It was modern with lots of black and steel details, in other words, the complete opposite of Marshall's. While it all was impressive, it didn't feel like a home. He has mentioned he spent most of the days at the club. So maybe this wasn't his home earlier, his club

was.

"We need to talk about what you did this morning." I said between a mouthful of the pancakes

and he nodded. I had calmed down a bit but I was still irritated over what he had done.

"Didn't we agree that you guys wouldn't control my life? Because it certainly felt like you did this morning, I need to work, Riccardo. Not everyone is rich as heels and I have a lot of expenses to cover." I kept my voice neutral and calm, I had done all the screaming I needed to this morning and he sighed. You are right, I didn't mean to overstep. I just, this will take some adjusting for me too. Taking care of my people is something I do without thinking everything through. I called in because 1 knew how exhausted you were last and even a good night's sleep won't fix everything."

shouldn't have been the one

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relationship is as new to me as it is to you and I am learning." He said he looked so sincere as he spoke and I believed him.

me a choice?" I had to ask, ever since the topic was first presented to me, I had been curious. The wo**e held such a negative meaning and I couldn't understand why someone would choose it. I wasn't judging anyone who

more restrictions for a s****ve than a submissive, not every master has total control over their s**e or even wants to have that. Some people micromanage, others are more lenient though and when masters and s***s make a contract, the

answer. I didn't want to think about how much they were missing out on by having me instead of their own s***e. I changed the subject instead, we both had said

bugged me. I didn't know what exactly it was but there was something strange about it. It was as if he were afraid that the food would disappear before he had eaten it. "Right, we f forgot to talk about that yesterday. I am sorry, that is on me, I have already made the schedule for this week and I figured I will email you the days on every Sunday. Does that work for you?" His eyes were on my

going to be like this? Him, them distracting me just by being in their presence.

was seriously surprising. They were all intriguing in different ways, Marshall was this carefree guy who wanted to put people at ease. Still I had no doubt the women parading in their house

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his somber facade. And Kingston, he was a whole other story but still there was something about him that drew

on Friday, we have a group scene. Kingston will have you on Saturday." He

won't come between my

can't repeat itself again. I have rent to

"I understood." He nodded.

me home or I

mostly at their places, I could use some me-time

driving you home. Are you ready to go now?" He asked and

those heels of yours didn't

he gotten me shoes as well? Why hadn't I

of them. I really didn't like that, it felt like he was paying me for being his. submissive and it made me feel cheap. Still, I grabbed a pair of sneakers because I really didn't want to walk in heels

"I will," I promised.