The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

JAXON

“What the fuck do you mean by you can’t find the files?” I barked into the phone, my thunderous voice dripping with fury. I tucked my hand into the pocket of my slacks, maintaining a rigid stance as I stared straight ahead, clenching the phone tightly in my grip with a deep frown resting upon my face.

“Sir__”

“I don’t care how you are going to do it. If you are going to turn the whole building upside down to find the fucking file, do it because if you don’t, I will be sending your head on a platter as a souvenir to your fucking family.”

“Understood?” I demanded, my threats earning me a round of shaky silence from him.

“Ye.. yes, sir.” He stammered.

“Now, get the fuck off my phone and get to work!” I bellowed, hanging up on him. I groaned out in frustration, raking my hands through my hair. I tucked my phone in my pocket, the soft clicking of heels behind me piquing my attention.

I spun around, sharply and my breath got caught in my throat at the sight of her descending the staircase, looking every inch of the Queen that she was in her dress__I couldn’t suppress the feeling of nostalgia that overwhelmed me, seeing her in that Peach-coloured satin dress. I felt everything, all at once because it jolted my memory, striking me that the first time I saw her, she was wearing a dress of the exact color, and calling her by the name of the color of that dress became a reflex action.

God, she was stunning!

My throat ran dry as my eyes did a slow crawl of her small frame that was cladded in the dress that pressed firmly against her hourglass figure. It was a mono-strapped dress with a full balloon sleeve. The silky material felt like a second skin against her body, tight from her bust down to her mid-thigh that housed a dangerous side slit that ran up to where the tightness of the dress stopped. Then it fell to the floor in a pool at her feet.

She accessorized it with a pair of diamond studs and the familiar necklace I had purchased for her on my trip, alongside a beaded black clutch and black heels that looked like they could sink an endless pit into any surface.

Her lush brown waves that I loved running my fingers through were pulled backwards in a sleek low bun, tendrils framing her face at the front. I didn’t understand how she kept her makeup minimal and at the same time, made my breath hitch in my throat. The soft, dazzling makeup bestowed upon her face a pristine glow, leaving the dark red matte lipstick the only thing overly pronounced in her makeover.

Evaline was all shades of regality. She was a natural Queen and she made her presence known with the resting bitch face that settled on her expression, housing a hint of challenge and subtle fierceness in those honey-brown orbs and there was this warm, fuzzy feeling that was associated with staring at her. There was a sense of serenity and contentment I felt watching her strut to where I stood.

“Is it too much?” I could have sworn I heard a hint of insecurity in her tone and that caused me to furrow my brows at her, slipping my arm around her waist and tugging her forward.

“You are perfect,” I breathed, catching a whiff of my cologne on her. I found it hard to control the way my heart thudded loudly against my chest, my pulse racing so hard. I stared at this woman and God, she was worth it. She was worth every stress I went through in making her mine and now that I have her, I would rather give everything up than let her go.

She was my anchor. The only string of sanity that kept me in check. The only thing that made sense in my chaotic life and I would do anything to hold on to this shred of normalcy, which was her. She made me feel worthy, worthy of every good thing that has been happening to me since I met her.

She didn’t make redemption seem so bad.

She smirked, her eyes roving every inch of my body and when my eyes strayed to get lips. She brought one of her perfectly manicured fingers under my jaw, tilting my face to meet her gaze. I watched her tuck her lips between her teeth and my arm that was snaked around her waist dipped lower, palming one of her ass cheeks and squeezing it softly, eliciting a moan from her.

Her palm found my nape and she pulled me to her level, her luscious lips descending on mine. I moaned into her mouth when her fingers found their way into my curls, fisting them softly. My hand tightened on her waist, pulling her impossibly closer as though I wanted to fuse her body with mine. My cock twitched in my pants when I heard her moan as I smacked her ass.

The kiss grew more intense, the heat between us thickening up and I knew I had to bring an end to it if we were going to attend that party tonight. I detached our lips, our uneven breaths filling the air. Her eyes seemed to have gained a darker shade to them, peering at me beneath her lashes.

“I am not wearing any panties.” She announced, her voice sounding so sultry, coming off so low and my eyes grew darker, a growl rippling through my lips and I watched her smirk teasingly. My lips brushed hers and she moaned in anticipation, sighing softly.

“You are going to be the death of me,” I voiced out huskily and she chuckled, palming the back of my neck.

“We’ll be quick and I’ll try to keep my voice down.” She suggested, tilting her head to the side when she bit her lip. Fuck, she knew what she does to me and she had me right where she wanted me.

“Nice try,” I chuckled, smacking her ass. The sound she made turned me on even more and all I had to do was say yes to her request but I couldn’t. I wanted nothing more than to ditch this fucking dinner and be buried inside of her but I had to show up to keep up my appearance.

“You don’t know how badly I want to rip this dress off your body and take you in every corner of this house but baby, we have to go.” My voice came out in a plea at the end of my words. A smile slowly broke out on her face and she stood on her tiptoes, dropping a chaste kiss on my lips. Then, she grinned at me, her eyes twinkling with so much brightness.

I was enthralled by her. She had me spellbound and I knew at that moment that the control she possessed over me knew no bounds and that would do anything she requested of me, just to see her face light up the way it did right now.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ready?” I asked her.

“Hell yeah,” She whispered.