MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 113

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.

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

be sleeping with me tonight?" I asked, trying to sound casual but probably failing miserably

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

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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

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 soon as I let sleep take over me but for now, I was content with whatever he wanted or could give me.

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

beating against my back lulled me

could have him hold me a

me had long grown cold. The last

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

the night.

I had to use him and I had been too desperate not to. I am not just desperate, I wanted

hell, each time worse than the former and yet, I could feel tears pressing behind my eyelids as I fought against my own body's reaction. I wanted to scream, to move something, anything but I had wanted his dick even more, I needed that delicious stretch that only his dick could provide. I hadn't thought I would be able to hold that tight of a

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