Mafia Desire

Chapter 43

Chapter 43 I slowly opened my eyes and was struck by a throbbing pain in my head.

This must be what a hangover feels like, I reasoned.

I didn't have the energy to get out of whatever bed I was in, so I just closed my eyes and tried to sleep again.

"Shit"

I sat back up and looked around the room. "What the fuck is going on?" Andrew's room was where I was. And then the memories came flooding back, the bar, the argument, and then everything went black.

I've made a fool of myself.

I turned to see a shirtless Andrew sleeping beside me. His face was relaxed, and I watched as his chest rose and fell, exposing his upper body. On top of his God-like body, his gorgeous skin is inked with interact designs. Each of his muscles was relaxed but still perfectly toned.

I missed him and the peace I felt next to him. It felt so right and perfect to wake up next to him... but he had to ruin it all.

I got out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake him; I couldn't ever talk to him again. I was about halfway through the room when I heard a noise.

"Ava," Andrew said, his voice deep and seductive.

'I can't do this,' I replied, not looking back as I walked out of the room.

"Don't you dare to leave me." He insisted.

"Andrew don't," a tear rolled down my cheek. I pleaded. I just wanted to get away from him and move on, not stay and get hurt again.

"No, I will explain everything." Andrew responded.

My fist balled up and my jaw clenched. "EXPLAIN?" I yelled as I turned to face a shirtless Andrew.

"Are you going to explain how you had your arms wrapped around that bitch after you just told me you DID NOT FEEL THIS WAY ABOUT ANY GIRL BUT ME?" Will you explain why you didn't even try to apologize? Are you going to explain why you broke me, why you promised to stick by my side but then FUCKING abandoned me?" I screamed as I watched Andrew's expression shift from serious to hurtful.

"I hope I hurt you because you hurt me. You took advantage of me after I had trusted you more than my own best friends." I went on.

"Av-" Andrew began.

"NO, please let me go in peace because nothing you can say will change this." I exclaimed as I turned around and approached the bedroom door.

"It was because of Dalia," Andrew explained.

I came to a halt and turned around to look at Andrew, to make sure he was telling the truth.

"Andrew, if you're lying..." I warned, my rage gone.

"I am not... please allow me to explain." He responded.

"All right, explain." I said this while crossing my arms across my chest.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"I almost killed my Uncle when Robert kidnapped you because I thought he had taken you. When I realized it was Robert, I did everything I could to find you, and then when you were sleeping for three days, I didn't do anything but watch you and make sure you were okay." He elaborated.

I immediately felt guilty because he nearly killed a family member for me and then went on leave for three days.

"My Uncle was upset and told me to stop seeing you, but I refused." Then, two weeks later, he approached me again, telling me to drop you or he would intervene. As much as I despise the dead bastard, he has power and connections, so I obviously tried to kill him, but he said if I did, he would kill Dalia. He explained that if I did, he would hire a hitman for Dalia." He went on.

In horror, my eyes widened... Who would murder a four-year-old, let alone a family member?

"I needed to kill him gradually so that it appeared natural, so I poisoned his food every night. But only enough to make him appear ill before I completely poisoned him." Andrew stated.

"He died two nights ago, and the hitman was dispatched... that's why I had to stay away for you, so he wouldn't touch you or kill Dalia."

A tear streamed down my cheek. He had been watching over me the entire time.

"Ava, I will always be there for you, and that will never change. I will keep you safe until the day I die." Andrew stated quietly.

"Andrew... I am not worth it all. I almost got Dalia killed, I-" I stumbled.

"No, Ava, I can't go on without you in my life." You and Dalia are the only reasons I want to get out of bed every morning. You can't abandon me." Andrew responded by approaching me.

"An-" I began.

"Shhh," Andrew said, standing directly in front of me. I bit my lower lip as I gazed into his enthralling, deep emerald eyes. His lips were only millimeters away from mine as he leaned in closer. "I need you." Andrew stated before his lips locked with mine.

I kissed him back as if it were the last thing I'd do. I missed his lips on mine, his arms around my waist, and him.

He kissed me passionately, and nothing else in the world mattered as much as he did.

His lips caressed mine with increasing passion. I dragged my nails up and down his perfect body, placing my hand on his bare chest.

"If you tell me to stop, I will." Andrew panted and drew away from me.

"Don't," I grumbled. I need him all, I've missed him so much.

Andrew's eyes were corrupted by lust and desire as a darkness filled them. He towered over me before slamming his lips against mine, sending shockwaves through me. He shoved me against the wall, and I leaned into him, his fingers tangled in my hair and my hands roaming his chest.

His hardness pressed against my stomach, wetting my core for him. He pushed my head back, allowing him to assess my neck. He rubbed wet, hungry kisses up and down my neck, getting into all of my sensitive spots.

He lifted me from the wall and walked over to the bed, where he placed me on the soft surface. His lips never left mine, his body pressed against mine, hovering over me, heightening my desire for him. His hands trailed under my dress, and he lifted it off my body in one swift motion, revealing my deep red lace bra and matching panties.

"Hell on earth." He growled and drew back, admiring me. I watched as his eyes darkened further and his hunger intensified.

His lips relocked with mine, but he quickly moved down to my neck, then to my chest. His hands quickly found my back and unhooked my bra, tossing it to the floor. Andrew shifted his gaze from my neck to my breasts while my chest was exposed. He sucked on my nipple, leaving me moaning in delight, while massaging my other one with his hand. I tangled my hands in his hair, gently tugging it whenever he nipped at my nipple.

I let my hands find the rim of his sweatpants because my desire for him had become unbearable. I reached out with both hands and yanked his pants down, revealing only his boxers. I tried to remove his boxers with my hands, but Andrew grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head.

"Not quite yet." He said this as he moved his head away from my breast.

He began kissing me aggressively from my breasts to my lower stomach. I squeezed my legs in an attempt to relieve the sensation between them, but Andrew only placed his hand on my thighs and parted them. He took one look at my lace panties and ripped them in half, exposing me completely.

He kisses my inner thighs, trailing higher and higher until he reaches my swollen pussy, with both hands firmly placed on my thighs.

"You're too wet for me." He said as he slid his head between my legs.

I stare in awe as he places his mouth on my wet glands and flicks his tongue between my folds. I threw back my head and arched my back, moaning in delight as he used his tongue in the most magnificent way.

"Ah- Andr-" I moan, my hands tangled in his hair.

His tongue continues to delight me in ways I've never felt before, and I quickly feel myself about to release, but Andrew pulls his mouth away from my pussy just as I reach my climax. I was

immediately dissatisfied; I looked down at him and found him smiling devilishly at me.

"Andrew, why did you stop?" I inquired, my voice slightly planted. With my question, his grin grew even more sinister, and he lifted his hands from my thighs and began rubbing my clit. I exclaimed and buried my face in the pillows.

"That's how I felt when you weren't here." His fingers are still caressing my glands as he growls.

"Wh-" I began to speak, but was cut off when Andrew shoved one of his fingers into me.

"Ava, you slept in another man's bed." His voice was dark and low.

I opened my mouth to correct him, but all I got were moans when he added another finger and began pumping them in and out of me. With that, he resumed his attack on my breasts, sucking and nipping at my raw and aroused nipples. As I felt myself about to release in blissful pleasure, I dug my nails into Andrew's flexed bicep.

But Andrew only drew his finger, leaving me empty and tortured by my lack of pleasure.