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."

one to decide for me."

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and I am learning." He said he looked so sincere as he spoke and I believed him.

what being you***e would be like? You would control my life without giving 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 wanted that though, if they like it and decided they would go for it, good

to have that. Some people micromanage, others are more lenient though and when masters and s***s

to ask which kind he was but I decided I wasn't ready for 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 what we needed to say about

was a feat of its own but there was something about the way he had eaten that 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

focusing on the conversation. Was it always going to be like this? Him, them distracting me just by being in their presence. "Sure, that works. How

were all intriguing in different ways, Marshall was this carefree guy who wanted to put people at ease. Still I had

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

will be with Marshall on Tuesday, with me on Thursday and on Friday, we have a group scene. Kingston will have you on Saturday."

as long as this won't

repeat itself again. I have rent to pay and I can't

"I understood." He nodded.

me home or I am

spent mostly at their places, I could use some me-time as well.

ready to go now?" He asked and I nodded. It wasn't like

some shoes from the closet, those heels of yours didn't

he gotten me shoes as well? Why hadn't

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 and walked down to his garage where he was already waiting for me. "Just remember to

"I will," I promised.