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.

voice too clipped to give any ease

I need something to catch... this." I indicated the area

tampon." He gave me a sharp nod but his suspicions stayed, which

started putting on my panties and pants but waited to drag them up until he found me the tissue I had asked for. I got dressed, all the while feeling his watchful gaze on me. I ignored it, I couldn't do anything but ignore it. Finally, when I was fully dressed, I met his gaze. My body wanted to fidget but it forced myself not

inside me as I once again put distance between

continued watching me, not

let me in enough to read him, and now he

should get back to

me, but I forced myself to turn around and make my way to the

no mistake. Us being together can never make a

let myself out. But his words pierced my mind and tortured me of what I couldn't have. As I got back to the bar, 1 could feel eyes burning against my back. Turning my head, I caught sight of Weldon standing by the staff door, a look of

Us Being Together Can Never Be A

gotten chewed out by my boss for dropping an expensive bottle of liquor. That sounded plausible, right? Throughout the rest of my shift, I cursed myself for the slip-up. A day, that was how much 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

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

of tiny pebbles underneath my soles crunched in my ears. My breath pounded in my ears, the breeze nudying the leaves on the ground was deafening. The worst was the roaring sound of the cars passing by that drowned out all the other sounds, making me extra paranoid because, for those few seconds, someone could have snuck up on me while I couldn't hear them. I breathed a sigh of relief when I neared the bus stop and saw another woman and a man waiting. No matter where you were, it was always comforting to have another woman present. Men,

change buses that would take me directly to Ogume. It was a long commute because of it being so late at night, but my bank balance would thank me 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 before, I knew the best neighborhoods in Ogume were relatively safe, but mine wasn't considered one of them. My body was pumped full of adrenaline as I felt imagined eyes on me. I could have cried when I got inside my apartment and locked the door properly

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 had

that didn't mean anything. My body was