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.

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

you won't be sleeping with me tonight?" I asked, trying to sound casual but probably

right, I won't." He said gruffly and that small flame of hope I had somehow kindled extinguished. I must

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with you until you fall

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

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

So all I could do was appreciate that

my back lulled me

have him

up in an empty bed, I 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

was different, some didn't like to share a bed and that was

the night.

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 as well, the act so humiliating it has made my skin burn with needs. My clit throbbed with the memory of me grinding on his leg, seeking the pleasure promised to me while

my mind went to what had happened afterwards when he had forced me to stay still and keep quiet for twenty whole minutes. It had been 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 leash on my

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