MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 193: You Are Killing Me Angelia

My lungs were fighting for air, but he was taking my breath away little by little. It felt like something had changed between us, there was something more, something heavier in the air. My head got dizzy from it, and goosebumps rose as the tension between us grew tighter and tighter. There was this attraction between us that was impossible to ignore.

The attraction had always been there, since the second I felt him behind me on my first night at the bdsm club. It wouldn't go away simply because we were on a break. It wouldn't vanish just because I had now become his student. Frankly, I think that was part of why this attraction seemed stronger now, more explosive than before, because there was a new element mixed into this, the forbidden. After all, we humans always wanted what we couldn't have. It was in our nature.

"We shouldn't be doing this." I begged, though I didn't know what I was begging for.

For him to take the kiss I desperately wanted to give him or for him to pull away because I was too weak to do it myself. He leaned down, his mouth just an inch from me. "You are right, we shouldn't." I could feel his words against my lips a second before he slammed his lips against mine.

The second I tasted him, was the moment I lost myself to him. My mind was empty, there were no thoughts plaguing me, no worries or cafes that I had been troubled by these last weeks. He was anything but sweet as he took and took and took. It seemed like he wouldn't be satisfied until he devoured me completely. He was greedy, insatiable, and I was powerless as I offered up everything I had to him. There was nothing sweet about this, this was hunger and desperation and longing all mixed into a volatile cocktail of lust. I wanted to drown in him, I wanted to never ever come up for air. I didn't need it as long as I had this mouth against mine.

Groaning, he fisted my hair and attacked my lips. The sting in my scalp made me gasp with pleasure and pain, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it, wishing it was something bigger, something harder I was sucking on. My body screamed for more, more and more. It wouldn't feel enough until he was inside me, thrusting into my wet heat.

"Please," I whined, clawing at his arms to get him as close to me as possible.

There were no stalkers, no creepy gifts and scary texts. There was no fear or hopelessness. It is just us and our desperation to consume each other. His hands found their way to my ass, and he squeezed them with a strong dash of possessiveness. His action brought another moan out of me, and then another as one of his hands slid from my ass to my front,

are killing me, baby girl." Marshall

as if my brain had restarted and my mind was now reminding me

away from me, sensing that something had changed. I instantly

I shook my head, my eyes pleading with him to understand something he had no knowledge on

if I didn't, I was afraid of what I would do next. It was difficult walking away from him. My body practically screamed in despair. The only thing that made it impossible for me to turn around and continue when we left off were the threats hanging over their heads. With each step, my jeans rubbed uncomfortable against my throbbing clit,

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feeling sexually frustrated and angry at the person keeping me away

stalker take my pleasure away from me like he had dine with everything else. First, I just needed to get through being in proximity to Kingston. Let's just hope I could get through the night without kissing him or fucking him. My will was now on a thin

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apartment. My thoughts were too scrambled to make sense of any of them, but my feelings, on the other hand, were prominent and hard to dismiss. I was full of nerves and sexual frustration. The combo was awful and not recommended. What had happened with Marshall should't have happened. I was scared that my stalker would somehow find out and hurt him because of me. That type of fear was even worse than fearing for myself. If something happened to him, something like what

turned cold, it wasn't easy for me these days to eat. I had thought it would be better today, though. I had returned home with a bag of veggies and noodles, having planned to make Kingston's stir-fry. I had thought that after spending some much- needed time with Marshall, it would have improved my appetite. I had been jittery, and there had been so much life in me. But it soon changed when there was another package from my stalker at my door. Talk about a fucking crash right

about him. My phone rang after I had forced myself to start getting ready for work, my hands turned shaky as I placed my eyeshadow brush down on the bathroom counter. Hesitantly, I