Mafia Desire

Chapter 30

Chapter 30 I looked up at him and saw sparkling desire in his eyes; I licked my lips, teasing him as I felt my heart go to my stomach, a new sensation for me.

He leaned down, his lips perfectly touching mine, this kiss more passionate than the last, and I returned the feeling, silently telling him I have forgiven him.

Andrew then encircled me and picked me up, my legs naturally wrapping around his waist.

He entered my room and slammed the door shut behind me, his lips never leaving mine. He wasn't being too rough, but he knew where the line was and wasn't about to cross it for the sake of me.

The contrast between gentle and rough described not only Andrew but also what was going on during the moments Andrew and I shared. Despite the fact that the two emotions should never be mixed, they danced perfectly for Andrew and me, making everything feel either extreme highs or lows that neither of us wanted to feel.

I ran my hands through his hair, tugging it slightly, causing him to moan slightly.

He drew back to look at me and mumbled "Beautiful" before returning his lips to mine. When I refused to let him into my mouth, he moved his mouth away from mine and began to kiss my neck with lust and desire.

I leaned back against the door, allowing him easier access, and he took it.

He attacked my neck, smearing hot, wet kisses all over it and making me moan.

"Andr..." I slipped.

In all of my intimate moments with him, I never had flashbacks to Sylvester or felt threatened by what might happen, and that was how I knew I wanted to pursue Andrew further. Because, regardless of how Andrew acted, I was becoming obsessed with him. The sensation was both enslaving and liberating.

He pressed his lips against mine as he lifted his head from my neck. He licked my lips again, asking for entrance, and when I refused, I could tell he was frustrated by how quickly his hands moved around my body.

Knowing what I was doing, I drew back and gave him an evil smile. He smirked at me before pulling me back into him. I felt one of his hands move from my waist to my inner thigh before I could protest.

He ran his hand up my inner thigh before I realized what he was doing, making me crave his touch even more.

Andrew took advantage of my moan and shoved his tongue into mine. I could tell he was smirking because of the furrowed brows and the fact that he had just won another battle.

As much as I despised losing, his tongue danced perfectly with mine. I let one of my hands fall from his head to his neck, then to his back, in an attempt to press him closer to me.

I was craving him, wanting more of him, but before I could, he drew away and set me down.

"Andrew, why did you stop?" I inquired, vexed, flustered, and dissatisfied.

"You are not prepared." I don't want to cross that line until you're certain you want it. And I'm going to wait until you're begging for me." As he walked out, he winked.

I was irritated and angry. I knew it was stupid of me to want all of Andrew when I barely knew him, but he made me feel safe.

"You're going to pay for leaving me wanting." I grumbled as I walked into my bathroom and shut the door.

I grumbled and decided I needed a cold shower after hearing Andrew's slight chuckles.

*********

It was the next day, and I was looking for Andrew around the house.

We both needed to clear things up; for one thing, I wasn't going to stay here. I needed a job, and I also needed him to understand that I was free to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.

I assumed he was working in his office, so I went there first. I swung open his office door to find him sitting behind a desk, facing two men.

The two men turned around when Andrew looked up at me. They were familiar because they had been at the house when I first arrived.

"I need to talk to Andrew, boys," I said. As I approached Andrew's desk, I said.

Andrew just raised an eyebrow at them as both of them burst out laughing. They stopped laughing when they realized I was serious and Andrew wasn't laughing along with them.

"Get out," Andrew told the men.

"But, boss-" One of the men spoke up.

"Did I tell you to leave or did I say you could talk back?" Andrew said with a raised voice.

Finally, both men gathered their belongings and left.

"What do you want now?" Andrew asked before returning to work.

I sat in a chair across from his desk and began playing with a pen he had on his desk.

"There are a few things we need to discuss." I continued to play with the pen.

"Such as?" he inquired.

"For one thing, I'm not going to stay here while you go work."

"What exactly do you mean?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow at me.

"If you go out, I'll follow you. I am aware of your Mafia business, and because I will be living with you, people will gossip, so I am coming to work with you."

"No."

"Why, Andrew?" I asked, knowing the answer and confident that I would win this argument.

"Because it's risky." He stated

What causes people to be so predictable? God, he needs to learn that I can defend myself and he isn't always be there to protect me.

"So, when my one-year contract expires, I'll still be in danger, and you'll have to let me go. Andrew I'm not going to stay here and wait for you to get home; I'm coming to work with you. I'll gain experience and learn exactly what I'm up against so that I can be prepared." I said.

He looked up at me, and I could see him thinking before he sighed in defeat. "Okay, good. But you're not going on missions."

I nodded, not wanting to be shot.

"I'm also going to go out whenever I want." I said while standing up and turning away from his desk.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Why do you make everything so complicated?" He murmured

I spun around, expecting him to say something else.

"Okay, but Seb will accompany you everywhere. A driver is always available outside, so you can use him whenever you want." He stated.

"Who is Seb and why is he here?" I inquired.

"Seb is your bodyguard and one of my friends; additionally, you will always tell me where you go."

"I don't need a bodyguard, but that's fine." I triumphantly exited his office.

"Prepare yourself, Ava. In 15 minutes, you and I will be going to base." Andrew screamed.

I'd gotten everything I desired without Andrew yelling at me. Progress.

I went into my room and decided to change. I put on some black jeans that were stretchy and a red shirt with a leather jacket. I looked like a bad ass.

I applied makeup and tied my hair up. I dashed downstairs to find Andrew texting on his phone at the bottom.

He furrowed his brows as he looked at me.

"Let's go, we're going to be late." He grumbled. He was fantastic, wasn't he? "I was in a good mood.

I rolled my eyes and walked out the door, only to see the same driver from the day before.

The driver opened the door for Andrew and me, and I got in quickly, followed by Andrew.

Andrew remained silent throughout the drive, his gaze fixed on his phone. Andrew finally looked up from his phone when we arrived at a building about 15 minutes late.

"This is the main base, where we do training and discuss important business." Today you will be training." He stated.

"Training?" I inquired, but Andrew did not respond.

We exited the car, and I followed Andrew into the building. We descended a few flights of stairs until we reached a floor with dim lighting and a large number of people.

When Andrew walked in, everyone stopped what they were doing, and I took advantage of the opportunity to scan the room. I noticed the three guys from the other day were there, as well as the girl who showed up at Andrew's mom's house wearing barely any clothes, staring at me.

I rolled my eyes, thinking it was because I was with Andrew and she was feeling threatened or something.

"She is a temporary recruit, and you will be training her without question." Andrew yelled at everyone in the room.

"May I put her in the ring?" The slutty girl inquired, batting her lashes at Andrew.

"I said no fucking questions, didn't I? And no." He returned the growl.

"No problem, I'll do it." Let's get started." I told the slutty girl. She appeared arrogant, and I was prepared to put her in her place.