MY Possessive Mafia Men novel Chapter 123

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MY Possessive Mafia Men 

Chapter 123: Will You Let Me Own It? 

Chapter 123: Will You Let Me Own It? 

Angelia 

With deliberate moves, his free hand trailed down my body, tickling me with the light barely there. I was a prisoner to his gaze as he stared down at me, his eyes dark with lust. My breath caught when he brushed the hem of my dress up to my hips, exposing my already damp panties, the one he had picked for me. 

As he nudged my legs, I spread them without thought and gave him the space he needed to slide his hand slowly up my legs. I moaned softly when his finger slid to the apex of my thighs and connected with my pussy. He stroked me through the material of the panties, all the while staring at my face and taking in my every expression. 

“You have no idea what you do to me, bunny.” He whispered. 

Opening my mouth, I was about to tell him the same thing but at that moment, he put more pressure on my clit, circling it with the perfect amount of speed. My words turned into a moan 

instead as my back arched with the pleasure he was eliciting in me. His other hand left my hair, moving down to my nape and his fingers found my pulse and he pressed down on it lightly. 

“Umm, is this for 

me? Is your heart pounding from what I am doing to you?” 

Before I could respond, he shifted ng panties to the side, baring my pussy. I hissed as he slid two fingers inside. 

“Yes, sir.” I moaned, my legs opened further and desperate for more of his touch. 

I needed more, more of him touching me and more of him inside me. I needed more of everything 

he had to offer. 

“Please, sir.” I begged, my voice came out raspy and frantic. 

“What do you need?” He curled his fingers and massaged my walls with so much skill, my stomach tightened with jealousy. 

I didn’t want to think about where he had learned to please a woman so expertly, he knew all my pleasure points, even ones I was even aware of. 

““You,” I whimpered, my vision hazy with pleasure. 

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He muttered a curse and a second later, he removed his fingers from inside me. Before I could 

utter a complaint, he had managed to shift my heal away from his lap and stood up from his seat. A squeal escaped my lips as he hauled me over his shoulder and began walking. 

“What are you doing? Put me down!” I yelled and he smacked my ass hard. 

“What am I doing, sir.” He corrected me. 

“And for your information, I am carrying you to the bedroom so I can have my dirty way with you.” He said it so casually but my body felt every word. 

On the way down the stairs, I had to grab a hold on him to keep my upper body from bouncing. It so happened that the part I grabbed was his ass and damn what an ass it was, muscled and deliciously solid. 

“Are you enjoying the feeling, honey?” He chuckled but didn’t stop me from copping a feel as he 

so nicely put it. 

“You know, you should definitely become my personal trainer. I want an ass like this.” I quipped, squeezing it for good measures, beyond happy to finally get a feel. 

“I prefer to be your personal trainer in a whole other sense of the word.” He muttered. 

“And I will not let you change anything about this juicy bottom of yours. I love it like it is.” My grin was hidden from his view. 

Hearing a door open, he walked us through it before kicking it shut. I didn’t get to see the details of the room before he threw me onto the bed and another shriek escaped me while my pulse sped up from the slight adrenaline. 

“Take off that cloth but leave the underwear for me.” He commanded, he was loosening his tie 

and started undressing. 

Reaching behind, I unzipped the back of the dress and worked it off. He tracked every movement. of mine while he worked on getting his shirt unbuttoned. He had left his suit jacket in the living room and my skin pricked from his attention. While I shunned away from any sort of attention before, I found myself liking it more and more than these men gave it to me. No matter how intense they could be, there was something about them that made me feel safe. I knew with certainty that they would never judge me. I swallowed heavily as I took in his physique, a body made for modeling and a face made for every woman’s wet dream. The combination was devastating and sinful. 

My mouth literally watered as he shed his pants and underwear, his dick curved upwards and 

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