The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

ASHLEY

The bubbly atmosphere of the hall slowly dissipated into something dimmer…something colder than normal.

The soft, beautiful music in the background slowly faded into nothingness. The tension that hung in the air was so toxic, accompanied by a deafening silence. The temperature in the room made my skin feel like it was being pricked with ice splinters, and at the same time, it made me feel like the room had reached a certain boiling point, incinerating me from the inside out.

It seemed as though it was just the three of us in the big room, the tension nullifying every ounce of happiness that filled the room earlier. My heart slowly picked up a faster pace as my eyes darted to Arden’s rigid, leanly muscular figure, clad in a navy blue shirt. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone. I remember undoing them in the morning before we left home, telling him I loved it when his shirt wasn’t fully buttoned.

It gave him a reckless look that I was shamelessly obsessed with.

His jaw was tightly locked, hardening his flawless features. His ivory skin was dented with a deep frown and I caught a glimpse of the veins that ran up his neck threatening to pop. His stance was so intimidating, as were his cold green eyes that were set dead on the man who stood beside me. One of his hands remained in his pocket. Although I knew it was clenched tightly in a fist. Yes, he was that predictable. His hold on his phone grew twice as tight but his eyes never left Aaron’s frame.

The smile on Aaron’s face had completely wiped off, now replaced with a look of fear that he was desperately trying to mask. The uncomfortable shifting of his feet sold him out.

“Babe?” I called out to Arden, but that didn’t deter him from backing down from the heated staring contest. I moved away from Aaron, walking over to him and latching my arm around his.

“Baby…” My voice was drawn into an utmost softness.

“I was just leaving,” Aaron spoke with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Yes, that’s what you should do if you want to leave with your head intact. Leave.” Arden ordered him and my eyes widened at his threats. He didn’t spare so much as a glance in my direction. Aaron stiffened and nodded, spinning on his heels and heading to the hallways that led to the bathrooms.

I stepped away from him immediately.

“Really?” I asked in a bored tone.

“Well, someone has to do what you couldn’t bring yourself to do since you clearly enjoyed the attention you were getting from him.” He shot back at me sarcastically, his words hitting me like a mental whiplash.

I took a step backwards, squinting my eyes at him in disbelief. A scoff rolled out of my lips and I chuckled mirthlessly, nodding my head at him.

“I need air,” I said monotonously and whirled around, strutting to anywhere he wasn’t.

But Arden would rather shave his head bald than have me walk away from him. As my steps quickened, my heels clicking with the tiled floors, his long strides tried to catch up with me, but I was faster.

“You will not walk away from me, Evaline!” His voice boomed from behind me, echoing throughout the hallway. I scoffed in response, pushing the door open. I slammed it shut but he prevented it from closing, stepping in right after me.

“You want to be an asshole? Fine! Then I can be a bitch too!” I yelled at him, walking to the sink. I turned on the faucet.

“I have not been gone for five minutes and you are already warming up to another man!” He bellowed and I swung my head in his direction with a deadly speed that threatened to snap my neck. I stared at him as though he had grown two heads but he couldn’t care less, his eyes were blazing with anger.

“He was just asking for directions, Arden!” I shouted, frustrated.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” I fired at him.

“You are so insecure! You are such an insecure bastard!” I yelled at him, “For goodness sake, I am wearing your ring and I am carrying your last name!” I was screaming at the top of my lungs as I flashed my ring in his face. “Do you really not trust me after everything? Fuck, I can’t even bring myself to leave even if I wanted, because you have all of me, you fucking idiot!” I screeched, slamming my palms on the sink.

“Well, what would you have me do?!” He shouted, teary-eyed.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“Trust me, Arden! That’s what you ought to do, you obsessed motherfucker! Trust me! Believe me that I am all yours and I am not going anywhere!” I retorted sharply, my voice quivering. I exhaled afterwards, looking away from him. I turned off the tap, dragging out some air and puffing it back in as slowly as I could.

I turned to him, watching him stare at me with his watery green eyes. I sucked my teeth in annoyance.

“Come here, you fool.” I beckoned him and he heeded my instruction like he was induced into hypnosis.

He closed in on me, invading my space. His fresh, masculine cologne hit my nostrils, assaulting them. He gazed down at me, bringing his finger to my cheek, but I was faster. I yanked him forward by his shirt, crashing my lips on his. He moaned, his hands cupping my ass. I whimpered, feeling a rush of neediness. With his strong, firm hands he grabbed me roughly and it was such a turn-on. He hoisted me on the sink surface, not breaking the kiss.

My fingers found the buttons of his shirt, undoing them at a speed I couldn’t decipher. I shrugged it off his body, pulling him closer, so he could stand between my legs. My hands which were splayed on his chest, travelled upwards and curled around his neck. I dug my fingers into his hair, fisting his curls in my hands. That earned me a grunt that filtered into my ears, sending heat across to my panties, dampening them.

His mouth stroked mine, hungrily, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. My mind went faint and my legs grew numb beneath him. I melted into a pit of steaming goo as he channelled all his emotions into the kiss, disintegrating me from the inside out. His hands squeezed my waist, adjusting me on the counter, moving to the upper part of my dress and he pulled my zipper down, pushing down the straps of my dress.

He broke off the kiss, latching his hot mouth on one of my hardened buds. I tossed my head backwards, moaning loudly. My hands cradled his head as he devoured my breasts hungrily, eliciting wanton moans from me. He detached his lips from my breasts, marking me everywhere on my neck, my breasts, imprinting his touch where his lips touched on my body.

“You are mine, Peach. All mine.” He murmured in between kisses and I moaned in response. The bastard knew how to use his mouth, and right now, all my liquidised senses could comprehend was that I wanted him to fuck me against this sink. My body burned with an insatiable hunger that only he could put out. My veins coursed with a certain neediness and thirstiness that would make me feel like a fucking whore but I didn’t.

I was unabashed with the way I wanted him so badly. He was mine just as I was his. I wanted him to use me however he saw fit. I wanted him to toss me around like a ragdoll and fuck my brains out. My pussy throbbed with a burning sensation. I needed his dick.

“Oh, my God!” I cried when he sucked on the skin of my neck.

“Arden, please! Fuck, please!” My hands hurriedly found his buckle. I unbuckled his belt and threw it somewhere in the bathroom. I undid his fly, reaching for his dick inside of his pants, but he grasped my hands, preventing me.

I whined.

“Please,” My tone reeked with neediness.

“Beg me to fuck you…” His husky voice trailed off, coming out in its most unrefined form. It was so intense and made him sound so sexy. So domineering. It made me want to get on my knees and suck him off.

I met his eyes, swallowing. They were darkened with desire. My core was utterly drenched at the look in his eyes. My nipples ached so badly for his touch, eliciting a shudder from me.

“Fuck me, please sir,” I pleaded in a whisper and he smirked sadistically. His thumb brushed my nipple and I sucked in a breath. He pinched it softly and I whimpered, liquid pooling between my legs.

“So responsive, all mine…” He murmured. He grabbed me by my throat, his hot mouth descending on mine. He shattered me into pieces and moulded me back in a whole with that one, fiery kiss. His hands disappeared beneath my dress, ripping my panties off in one swift movement. He discarded it and I felt his thick length brush my thigh, staining it with his warm, pre-cum.

Good, he was just as affected as I was.

“This cock?” I moaned, pressing a kiss on his jaw.

“It’s all mine,” I whispered. He growled, lining up his length with my wet entrance, and then slide into me with force. I released a loud moan as my walls clenched around him. His thick cock stretched me all the way, eliciting a shuddering breath from me. I clamped my teeth on my lips, my eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

“God, I will never get used to being inside of you.” He groaned, pumping into me. I wrapped my arms around him, whimpering as I fused our bodies. I wanted him to be as close to him as possible. I arched my back to meet his swift, wicked thrusts, moaning loudly and not caring if anyone could hear me from outside.

He pumped in and out of me, his thrusts extracting sounds from me. Ones I was capable of making and the ones I didn’t know I was capable of making. I barely recognised my own voice. He was slamming into me with force, grunting loudly in pleasure. The rush of satisfaction that overwhelmed me, knowing it was my pussy that was extracting those sounds from him was indescribable. My eyes snapped shut and I tossed my head backwards.

I palmed the back of his head, clenching my thigh around him to aid his harsh thrusts. He plunged into me, hitting my walls vigorously. My eyes fluttered open, landing on our reflection in the mirror. His back glistened with sweat as he moved in and out of me, his firm hands securing me possessively around my waist. His lush black hair was fisted in my hands…Loud grunts of pleasure, mixed with my loud moans and the sound of our skins slapping against each other filled the bathroom.

He looked so handsome.

Like a god…

We were so perfect, bounding together like peas in a pod, our souls colliding with each other. It was breathtaking and it brought so many tears to my eyes.

“Arden,” I moaned, my manicured fingers grazing his scalp.

“Fuck, baby! I am going to come!”

“Come with me, my love,” My words came out rushed, coated with loud breathy moans. My stomach twisted in heavy knots, my hard buds growing sensitive as they brushed against his chest, sparks of electricity and an overwhelming vibration surging through my body. My toes curled and I muttered strings of unclear words under my breath. My eyes snapped shut as the pleasure completely overrode my body, consuming me. A loud sob tumbled out of my mouth.

“God, you drive me insane!” A growl rippled from his chest as he buried his head deep into the crook of my neck, muffling the animalistic sounds that emitted from him and shooting his loads into me. My muscles clenched and I creamed him with my juices, whimpering as my legs grew lax and heavy.

I grabbed his face, kissing him long and hard. He broke off the kiss after a while and our eyes clashed in intense eye contact. Arden has a way of looking at me in a way that made me feel he was reaching for the core of my soul but the deep, raw and intense emotions that built up in those striking green orbs rattled me to the core.

They had goosebumps sprouting all over my skin, my heart pummelling wildly against my chest.

“I love you, Peach.” He whispered and my brain numbed itself. My body stiffened and my heart seized functioning.

“So much.”