MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 172: Us Being Together Can Never Be A Mistake

Chapter 172: Us Being Together Can Now shiny

Be A Mistake

Angelia

"You are so fucking perfect." Kingston whispered when he pulled out.

As he let go of me, I took it as a sign to turn back around. My legs shook with the effort it took, but just as I turned around, he kunted me and deposited me back on the desk before gripping the back of my head. Leaning down, he attacked my lips with the same possessiveness as everything else he did with me. I melted on the desk, giving my all into the kiss. Maybe giving too much, but for the moment, I couldn't care less. I probably looked like a mess, I could feel sweat coating my skin, and wetness leaked out of my pussy, a combination of my cum and his sperm. I did not want to see what had become of the desktop or the floor.

For the first time since everything, a calmness washed over me, my mind was blissfully serene and my body was no longer tense and jittery. It didn't last long, though. As soon as the afterglow lessened, I could once again think clearly, too damn clearly.

And let's not forget about that broken guy of yours, with what I have on him, I wouldn't just ruin his career, I would destroy his entire life. Tell me, do you know anything about his childhood at all?'

The reminder of his threat wasn't content being in the backseat anymore. I could hazily register him zipping up his pants but no matter how much I wanted to stay in the afterglow with him, I was more caught in his net. Damn it

"What is happening now?" He asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion at my abnormally stiff body.

No one was this tense when they should be basking in the calmness of fan-fucking-tastic orgasm unless there was something else going on. I shook my head as I jumped down from the desk, cringing slightly when I felt the wetness seeping out of my pussy, knowing some of it was my blood.

too clipped to give any ease

have any tissue paper? I need something to catch...

a sharp nod but his suspicions stayed, which was the last thing

them up until he found me the tissue I had asked for. I got dressed, all the while feeling his watchful gaze on

broke inside me as

continued watching

being blank, I couldn't read him anymore. I think was because he chose when to let me in enough to read him, and now he has shut down.

should get

I forced myself to turn around and make my way to the

being together can never make

1 could feel eyes burning against my back. Turning my head, I caught sight of Weldon standing by the staff

Being Together

I had lasted. Did i really care so little about these men's lives and health that I would risk it all for a rump in the hay? Or a sinful fuck on my boss's desk in this case, I was dead on my feet, taking orders with a trained but tired smile. Taking payment, making the drinks and serving the drinks, Getting the drinks wrong, re-make it. It was a struggle to keep working, I was thoroughly fucked, both literally and figuratively, I cursed myself over being so goddamn selfish in one breath and stressed over the fact that I broke his rule in the next. During the few moments when i got a break from either, I wondered about Kingston's childhood and what could have happened that could destroy his life, What did he

alore outside. I had already risked too much and I couldn't take any further risk. The air was cold as I walked the short block to my bus stop. It was a short walk but still too damn far. My vision was sharply focused as I constantly looked around, making sure nobody could weak up on me. It was an icky feeling, one I should have been used to after living in the city for two years but I wasn't. I hadn't been as scared of what could happen to a woman alone in the city until now. Sure, I had been careful before, just not like I am now. With my

other sounds, making me extra paranoid because, for those few seconds, someone could have snuck up on

for it when I got my paycheck. From the bus stop to my apartment, I basically ran. It was creepy being out in the city at night, something I hadn't thought about much

full from the dinner I had earlier at work, I headed straight for the bathroom and got ready for bed. I froze when I walked out of the bathroom and got close to the bed. The earlier adrenaline came rushing back as if it hadn't left me. Placed on top of my bed was a brown box, a box that

but that didn't mean anything. My body was locked in tension as I debated about what to