The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

ASHLEY

Oblivion.

Limbo.

Anything. I just wanted to fade away into nothingness, my memory erased from everything and anything. I wanted to melt away and not just exist anymore. I just wanted to be gone. And that was the reason I was struggling to hold onto the darkness, even though I could feel it slipping away from my grasp. I was going to hold onto it for as long as I could because that way, I don’t get to wake up and face my new reality. I just want to be stuck here and that was completely fine by me.

But then, no matter how hard I tried to hold on to that utter darkness, the harder it got and slipped away from my grasp, breaking my heart and shattering me into a million pieces. The first thing I felt when I started waking up was a dull ache at the side of my neck with no memory whatsoever. It was there but it also felt like it wasn’t there. I struggled not to jolt awake but I could only resist for long before my eyes finally snapped open.

The beautiful white walls met my vision and I couldn’t help but gasp at how alluring it looked. I tried to sit up, groaning a little, my eyes moving around the vast space that was made into a luxurious bedroom. The interior decoration of this room was rich, screaming all shades of luxury and overly breathtaking with slight touches of the color grey. Everything here was furnished to taste. And when I looked to my left, there was a giant see-through glass that beheld the stunning sight of a clear blue pool, giving the utmost resort vibes.

This room was beautiful!

I loved every inch of it.

I brought my hands up to my face and massaged my forehead, a light groan escaping my lips. How did I even get here? Panic and fright settled into me as I pushed the grey covers off my body, revealing my bare legs that were barely covered by the white shirt I was wearing. My eyes widened in sheer horror, my brain completely blank of an explanation for this.

“I’d kill to have this sight on my bed every day,” That soft-spoken voice had me whipping my head in the direction I presumed the voice came from and I was right. He was slouched on the grey couch with a half-filled glass of alcohol, twirling it between his fingers. His cold green eyes were fixated on me and it was then I noticed that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. The only clothing he had on him was black sweatpants.

Fuck, he was gorgeous without a shirt on. He had the most flawless skin for a male, alongside a lean mouth-watering body with the muscles in the right places. His lush black curls looked like he had run his hands through them repeatedly. It was so messy.

Then, I gasped. The memory of him stabbing me with a syringe flowed back into my mind. I turned to my side and grabbed the alarm clock on the nightstand, hauling it at him. It met him on his chest but he didn’t flinch or bat an eyelid where he sat.

“You drugged me!” I shouted, getting up from the king-size bed. I was on my feet now, my fists clenched so tightly, shooting him laser beams through my eyes.

“Yes, Peach. I drugged you.” He answered in a bored tone.

“What is wrong with you?!” I asked, throwing my hands up in the air.

“What the hell is your problem? You asked me to marry you and I said no. Then, you went ahead to get me fired at my workplace and found a way to throw me out of my house. And as if that wasn’t enough, you kidnapped my parents!”

“Gosh, Arden. Fuck you!” I yelled at him and watched his lips twitch in a smirk. An action that left me so infuriated, causing me to yell out in frustration.

“Aw, Peach. You already did and I’ll tell you what? You LOVED it. But don’t worry, we can always do it again and you don’t have to worry about keeping your voice down. The room is soundproof. You’ll be able to scream just fine as I pound into you,” He said all that with a straight face and my eyes went wide, my cheeks turning red in embarrassment.

I brought my hand to my face to facepalm myself but then, I caught sight of the diamond ring on my ring finger.

“You gave me a ring?!” I yelled, incredulously.

“Yeah, I couldn’t resist wearing it on your beautiful finger. I told you that you needed a ring.” He shrugged, taking a sip from his glass. I gritted my teeth at him and made to remove the ring from my finger when he advanced to where I stood at a speed I didn’t understand, which caused me to topple backwards, landing on the bed with him pointing a gun in my face.

“Please, don’t shoot me!” I screamed.

“You take that ring off and I will empty the bullets in this gun into your brain.” His voice was so cold and I barely knew when a tear rolled down my cheek.

“Understood?” He asked me and I nodded.

“Use your fucking words, Peach!” He growled, cocking the gun.

“Yes! Yes! I understand!” I shouted, tears streaming down my face. I heard him exhale before putting the gun away. Then he moved forward and I moved backwards. He caught up to me in no time, hovering above me with me trapped underneath him. I breathed shakily, a tear rolling off my cheek. He leaned into me, his hot breath fanning my face. It tickled my face, causing me to sigh. I felt goosebumps sprout all over my skin, a warm burn spreading across my face just at the breath that left his nostrils.

His hand moved from where it was, clutching one of my thighs and throwing my leg around his waist, eliciting a gasp from me. He wasn’t saying anything to me, but the only thing I could hear was our heavy breathing. His fingers came up to my face, brushing my cheek airily, earning an involuntary moan from me.

Then, he fucking chuckled.

He tilted my face to meet his heated, burning gaze that drilled holes into every inch of my body, unabashedly. His green eyes had tons of emotions swirling in them, and it felt as though he wanted me to see what was in his eyes. He wanted me to feel every ounce of emotion that flashed through his eyes.

He didn’t want to hide from me…

“God, Peach, you are so beautiful,” He whispered and his finger brushed my lips, parting them. He swiped his finger over my lip and I moaned, taking in one of his fingers and sucking on it, earning me a guttural groan from him. Why was I doing this? Why did it feel like my body was on fire underneath him? The kind of fire I wanted him to put out. How can something be so wrong, yet feel so fucking good?

He knocked the breath I had left in me when his lips brushed the hollow of my neck. My hands automatically went to his back, pulling him a tad bit closer to me, and I tilted my head to the side to give him more access to my neck. He took his sweet time to assault my neck with hot, feathery kisses that left me so weak to my knees. My legs wobbled underneath him and I felt a throbbing heat pool between my legs. A loud moan exited my lips when his fingers brushed my nub which I didn’t even know had gotten so hard, straining against the material of his shirt I was wearing.

“Fuck, Arden,” I moaned, digging my fingers into his hair and tugging at it. I didn’t understand how neck kisses could leave me this weak and breathless, leaving goosebumps to sprout on every curve of my skin and tingles shooting up my spine. The kisses were soft and fiery and they made my toes curl so badly.

I was completely and utterly soaked.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Do you want me to stop?” He detached his lips from my neck, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips. The words were on my lips but I couldn’t bring myself to say them. My brain was yelling out yes, but my body was saying an entirely different thing. I was weak, breathless and every part of my body ached for even a graze of his fingers.

“You have no idea, do you?” He smirked against my neck.

I was a moaning mess underneath him.

“How much control I have over your body and it’s funny how you are not ready to admit that. I own you, Evaline, and even your body knows it. It’s sensitive and reacts to the touch of its owner.” He spoke so confidently, his voice heavy with conviction.

I whimpered, my core burning with juices that wouldn’t stop pooling, soaking up my thong with its thickness.

“Heck, I could have my way with you right now. It’s going to be easy access,” he grunted, popping one of the buttons of my shirt open. His teeth grazed my neck and he sucked on it, tugging at the skin of my neck. I moaned, lifting my back off the bed and pulling him close to me with my leg that was wrapped around his waist.

I was so vulnerable. So vulnerable that it brought tears to my eyes.

“You want me to touch you? You are going to BEG for just my breath on your skin. I would break you in ways that you wouldn’t see coming, bend you to my will until you are willing to admit your deep and darkest desires, Peach.” He chuckled, squeezing my waist. I threw my head backwards, my pussy throbbing with so much ache.

“I’ll see you at the Altar, Mrs. Gray,” He kissed my cheek before getting off me and sauntering out of the room, leaving me in a pool of my wetness. I exhaled, tears brimming in my eyes. I knew there was no running away anymore.

I was stuck with this man.

This dark, dark, ruthless, ruthless man.