The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

ASHLEY

A soft, tired sound rippled from my chest and I turned on my side, sighing softly.

I slowly peered my eyes open, muttering profanities groggily. My eyes locked in a stare with mischievous green ones that gazed at me beneath those thick, long, and dark, dark lashes. My lips automatically curved in a smile and I chuckled, shifting my head on the soft pillow. The light that peered from the bright chandeliers filtered into my eyes all at once but I would be damned if I shut my eyes because I knew there was no way in hell that I could ever get enough of those green eyes watching me.

Heck, if it were any other person watching me sleep I would probably be freaked out of my mind but it was only Arden that would watch me sleep and I would feel goosebumps sprouting all over my skin, my breath hitching at the intensity of his gaze. His avid green orbs sparkled beneath the lights, brightening the whole room with the vivaciousness that swam in them. They were warm yet intense, scouring every inch of my body like I was an empyrean being.

My cheeks chose that specific moment to rat me out but I couldn’t blame them or could I? I mean, leave it to him to stare at a girl and make her weak to the knees.

“Hey, baby,” I mumbled shyly and he chuckled, grinning from ear to ear like a little child that was just handed a bowl of cookies. The air that hung around him was so peaceful. It was something I hadn’t seen since I had met him. That chilling, foreboding darkness was nowhere to be found. It was all warmth and vibrance. It made me so happy for him.

“I hope you didn’t find it creepy?” He asked me, amusement dancing in his orbs and I knew what he meant by that so I shook my head slowly, a smile playing on my lips.

“There’s no way in hell I’d find it creepy.” I clarified, assuring him.

“I couldn’t resist watching you. God, you looked breathtaking. I feel like the luckiest man on earth for being a husband to an ethereal soul like you.” He spoke, the heart-tugging words rolling off his mouth effortlessly. It was no news that he was my husband but hearing him referring to himself as my husband couldn’t have warmed my cheeks the way they did because I was blushing furiously.

“Oh yeah?” I queried, just to be sure of what I had heard, teasing evident somewhere in my voice.

“Fuck yeah.” He affirmed, chuckling. I brought my fingers into my hair, massaging it softly. The urge to suddenly get on his nerves couldn’t have seemed more overwhelming.

“I don’t know…I have been thinking of getting a haircut. Maybe change it to a bob.” I hit the nail right on the head, my eyes steadily on his. The dazzling smile that rested on his features earlier, slowly dissolved, morphing into something darker, and then, a low growl rippled from his chest, which had me smirking.

“No!” He debunked, his voice rising several octaves higher. My words irritated him and he didn’t hesitate to make that clear. I knew how obsessed he was with my hair and even if he wasn’t, I loved my hair a little too much to change the entire outlook. My hair was my baby and I spent a lot on hair care.

A breathy laughter escaped me and I threw my head backwards, my shoulders quaking heavily.

“Okay, Relax. I was just messing with you before you go all Wolfy on me.” I chided him playfully, sitting up on the bed. I brushed my hair off my face, the covers hanging loosely on my naked body.

“I don’t want you cutting your hair.” I could tell it was meant to be an order but it came out as a whine and that had me chuckling in amusement. He rolled his eyes and slipped his arm around my waist, gently pulling me to his side and he pressed a soft kiss to the side of my head.

“So, are you ready?” I broke the ice, asking him the question that had been lingering in my mind and was so sure it had been lingering in his mind too. His warm, soft, possessive arm that was wrapped around my waist grew cold. I could feel the iciness pierce through the fabric of the covers, simmering into my skin and spreading across it, freezing up my entire body.

Arden was quiet.

Very quiet.

He didn’t utter a word.

After the heart-wrenching conversation we had the other night, we both agreed that he was going to speak with a therapist. An agreement he caved into after a lot of persuasion from me but when I brought up the fact that he had to rip the band-aid off, he didn’t give me a direct answer. Instead, I ended up beneath him, screaming his name as he fucked me senseless. I had concluded that he agreed with my suggestion and there was not even the slightest chance to think about him not agreeing with me because he kept me occupied throughout that night.

Although I couldn’t help but notice that the heart-to-heart conversation seemed to have unlocked a deeper connection between us, strengthening the existing bond, even more. I could still feel his hesitation. It was niggling at me so hard and with just a glance at him, no matter how hard he tried to mask it, I could tell what he was feeling. It made me feel like I was beginning to turn psychic.

It was no child’s play to open up to his family about his demons but they needed to know. He couldn’t do this alone. He needed his family with him and I feel like Maria had the right to know what was going on with her brother.

I sat up, turning my body to face him, concern etched on my features.

“Baby,” I whispered and he exhaled, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He looked away from me, digging his fingers into his curls and I leaned into him, gently tilting his face to meet mine.

I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to know that I meant it when I told him we were in this together. I didn’t come into his life to bolt when things got worse. No, I was here to stay and I needed him to see that.

“Do you trust me?” I demanded, my voice reducing to a whisper. My eyes were fixated on his worried green ones. The undiluted fear I saw in them shook me to the core, rattling me but I stood my ground, determined to make him see reason with me.

“Arden?” I spoke up, waiting patiently for his response.

“Of course, Peach. I trust you with my life.” He answered and his words warmed my heart, bringing a smile to my face and my eyes soon grew misty. I chuckled through my tears.

“Then believe me when I say the peace of mind that comes with opening up to them about what’s truly going on with you. It would help them understand you better. You can keep something of this gravity from them__

__They are your family, my love. They are not going to judge you if that’s what you are scared of. And remember, I am going to be right beside you. If you need to stop and catch your breath, I will always be right beside you. If you feel like you can’t do it anymore at some point, just look at me baby__

__I will be right there.” I smiled at him, my eyes brimming with unshed tears. He stared at me in awe like he couldn’t believe I was real.

“I don’t deserve you, Peach.” He divulged, his voice cracking and I felt my heart skip at his words.

“If we are going to be playing the deserving card then I don’t deserve you too,” I said with my face scrunched in a frown and he tugged me forward, a breathy chuckle evading him. My arms came around his neck and I kissed him softly, moving my arm around his tense frame, which caused me to break the kiss.

Our eyes locked in a soft stare and he breathed softly.

“You are nervous,” I noted, my fingers threading their way through his silky hair, in a bid to soothe his nerves.

“I am fine. I am just a tad bit restless.” His tone was dismissive but I didn’t allow that to throw me off. Instead, I had a suggestive smile descending on my features, my hands caressing his broad back.

“Let me distract you.”

I offered and he urged me on with a soft nod of his head. Slowly, I guided his back to the headrest, kneeling in between his legs. I shrugged the covers off my body, revealing my naked body. I kept my eyes trained on his face and I watched a muscle tick in his jaw, his eyes darkening with lust. It brought a smirk to my lips and I leaned forward, toying with the drawstrings of his sweatpants.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t tease me, Peach.” He warned huskily and I let out a breathy chuckle.

“Just relax and let me make you feel good,” I demanded, palming his crotch and then, I darted my tongue around the hollow of his neck, eliciting a guttural groan from him. I smiled against his neck, loving the effect I had on him. He was as hard as a rock with just a little kiss on his neck. I loved how hard he was for me because it was an extensive conviction that this man was all mine and I could do whatever I wanted for him.

I went further, teasing him with my lips and my tongues, patiently bestowing pleasure on every part of his body, earning me arousing grunts that made me so turned on and overly satisfied.

“Peach!” He growled but I didn’t say a word, instead, I chose to do this at my pace, discarding his frustrations.

I slowly pulled his sweatpants downward, his cock springing on my face and I moaned at how warm it felt against my skin. The thick flesh throbbed heavily, stained with pre-cum at the tip. My mouth went dry, my throat itchy at the sight of it. I exhaled in satisfaction, pressing a kiss onto the tip and I felt him jerk underneath me. I went further, running my tongue across the flesh.

Then I slowly took the tip into my mouth, sucking it off gently and he moaned, tossing his head back. I peered at him beneath my lashes, utterly satisfied with the sight of him squirming in on the bed, pushing himself off the headrest. My nipples grew hard, heat shooting from my veins down to my core, a pool of moisture settling between my legs.

I took my time, sucking him off at the tip before going all in, securing his cock with my small hands wrapped around it. I went with a slow pace, pumping it in and out of my mouth. His hands came to my hair, packing it in his hands and fisting at it.

“Yes, just like that, baby!” He grunted.

“Oh, shit!”

“You little slut!” He edged me on and I swirled my tongue around the tip of his shaft, grazing my teeth against the scalp. I worked the moisture of his pre-cum and my spit around his length, loving how good he tasted. He filled me up, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I was beginning to choke and gag on his dick but watching him grunt and cuss aloud was so satisfying and I was willing to take him all in like a good little girl.

I was willing to send him over the edge.

He tightened his grip on my hair, tugging at it and it left a stinging pain on my scalp, which I found pleasurable afterwards. My eyes were beginning to water so badly, glistening with tears. I moaned as he thickened up, fucking my mouth.

“Jesus, Peach!”

“Oh, God! Don’t stop!”

“That’s so good, baby. Keep doing that!” He sounded so breathless, his voice overly husky. My buds were starting to ache for his touch so badly, leaving me in dire need of his mouth wrapped around one of them.

“Faster!” He demanded, tugging at my hair. I heed his request, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. His hand guided my head as I bobbed my head in rhythm.

“Fuck, Peach! I want more!” He cried, the confidence his tone always had was completely drained out of it, leaving a breathless and whine-like sound. He was a puddly mess underneath me and that brought a smile to my face. I quickened my pace when I saw that he was beginning to approach his release, thrashing around on the bed as I sucked him senselessly, ridding him of his mind.

“Shit, baby!”

“You little vixen!”

He swelled up in my mouth, his grip growing twice as hard on my head. I let out a wanton moan when a deep rumble tore through his lips. He jerked, strings of cuss words flying out of his mouth as he shot his seeds into me, moaning so loudly. I could have sworn I heard his voice crack, a soft sob eluding him. His warm semen filled me up and I gobbled it all up. I sucked him clean, swallowing every juice that dripped out of him.

His breathing came out so rugged and uneven. He threw his head on the headrest, panting heavily. I chuckled, crawling up to meet his gaze like a predator. I was overly soaked but I had a content smile on my face, seeing how I had totally wrecked him.

“Look at me,” I demanded, my voice sultry and like he was hypnotized, his watery green eyes met mine and I knew the tears were because of the heart-shattering orgasm I just gave him. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“Have you ever been sucked like that?” I queried. I already knew the answer but I wanted to hear him say it.

“Never, baby. Never. Where did you learn something like that?” He asked, chuckling in amusement and I smirked against his neck.

“Oh, I have been taking classes since the first time I tried it on you.” I stopped kissing him and faced him, my lips twitching in a smile at the expression on his face. I giggled and kissed him on the lips but he deepened it, squeezing my ass in the process and I moaned into his mouth. He was so swift, I barely saw it coming because the next thing I felt was my back hitting the soft mattress. He broke off the kiss, kissing my neck. I couldn’t even bring myself to form a coherent speech because I could feel my brain melting.

“Arden,” I moaned.

“We’ll be quick. I promise.” He murmured in between kisses and I chuckled, arching my back off the bed when his lips met one of my aching buds, and his hand gilded over my throbbing pussy. I whimpered, my body brewing with so much heat. I wanted nothing more than to have him buried inside of me but we couldn’t keep his family waiting.

We had to do this today and we had to do it now.

“Arden, get your torturous hands off me, and let’s go take a shower!” I said in between chuckles and moans. He whined and sighed, rolling off me. I tried to catch my shredded breathing before turning to see him watching me with an adorable pout that made me want to give in to him.

But I shook my head sideways, trying to convince myself that I could stand my ground. So, I got off the bed but not without getting a smack on my ass.

“I might let you fuck me if you come with me now to take a shower.” I lured him into taking a shower, keeping my voice so low. The next thing I heard was him tumbling out of the bed and I giggled.

Horny man.