Mafia Desire (Erotica) novel 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.