MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 115: Let Make Breakfast Together

Chapter 115: Let Make Breakfast Together

Angelia

Kingston let me soak in the tub until I was good and ready to get out and when I did, he toweled

I sighed

me off with care. at this gentle side of him, it was a side of him he rarely showed. With

not a drop left on my body, he traded long white t-shirts for me. Smelling it discreetly, I happily realized it was his and the scent of tobacco, though muted as if it had been washed, filled my nose.

I would never be a fan of smoking, mainly because of cancer but somehow, the smell of it only reminded me of Kingston. I hadn't known he smoked until today so I hadn't been able to connect the smokey scent of him to the cigarettes because now. "Thank you," I murmured hoarsely.

I had screamed louder when he fucked me that I had lost part of my voice, making it sound husky and rough. When he started to lift me for the third time, I protested a little.

"I can walk." I muttered.

I think I can and I could but apparently not as sufficient as he would have liked because after a few steps, he had me back in his arms. Truth to be told, I didn't know why I had even protested. against it, I liked feeling his arms around me. I liked being close to him. We walked to the kitchen and he sat me down as he started rummaging through the fridge. I hadn't known how hungry I was until a plate of food was placed in front of me and a huge glass of water with ice cubes. "Eat," he grunted and went back to the kitchen to make good for himself as well.

and chicken bombarded my taste buds, Making me hum in contentment. Gosh, this man could make some seriously tasty food. Taking a seat on the other side of the table, he took a bite of his own food. As always, the silence between us was relaxed and while I was great, it didn't make me get to know him better than knowing his disliked talking which I had learned

won't be sleeping with me tonight?" I asked, trying to sound casual but probably failing miserably by the look of

He said gruffly and that small flame of hope I had somehow kindled extinguished.

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rarely let me stay in my mind for too long. This though, Kingston reading me and my feelings so clearly made me feel bare in a whole other way. With that settled, we finished up eating. I often looked at the man in front of me under my lashes, trying to read him like he did me but without any luck. His walls were a fortress

still shook as we made our way to my room and that ass weird, my bedroom? When did I start considering it as mine? I left him on my bed as I brushed my teeth and flossed before joining him on the soft and luxurious mattress. My heart danced with joy when he gathered me in his embrace. It hurt a little knowing he would be gone as

and Marshall. So all I could do was appreciate that he was

lulled me

I could have him hold me a

was prepared for it and the space beside me had long grown cold. The last time I had been here, my emotions were all over the place and while I didn't

Kingston refused to sleep with me, I couldn't fault him for it. Everyone was different, some didn't like to share a bed and that was okay. Of course, I wished he would but I had respected his wishes. I just hoped he had

the night.

felt aches in places I didn't know could ache until I met these men. Kingston had worked me over pretty good last night, I blushed, remembering how he made me hump his leg. He didn't make me, only told me that if I wanted an orgasm, I had to use him and I had been too desperate not to. I am not just desperate, I wanted to do it

my own body's reaction. I wanted to scream,

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