Mafia Desire (Erotica) novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44
With Andrew still hovering over me, I pushed him off my body by placing my hands on his chest. With him off of me, I trailed my hand down to my clit but was held back when Andrew's strong hands grabbed mine.

"Keep your hands still." He gave the order, raising both of my hands above my head. I nodded and watched as he realized his mistake and removed his boxers. He then placed himself between my legs, allowing his body to tower over mine.

I could feel his hot tip against my wet entrance as his dark green eyes met mine.

"To whom do you belong?" Andrew growled, continuing to tease me.

"No one." I stated as I placed my hands on his back.

"Wrong," was all I could hear before he rammed his entire body into me.

My back arched and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist before he yanked himself out and rammed himself back in, so deep I could feel my legs shaking. As he attacked my neck with messy kisses, my hands scratched at his back. He pushed himself deeper and harder into me, causing me to scream his name in ecstasy.

"To whom do you belong?" He asked again, knowing I was about to be released.

"You, ah-" I screamed into his ear. I feel him grin once more before he hits my G-spot.

Every inch of his heavenly length is inside me, leaving me in awe of the divine. The pleasure becomes too much for me, and I notice myself tightening around his cock. In euphoric pleasure, I cried his name and felt the heat erupt from my core and spread all over him.

"Fuck, Ava." He curses before I feel his hotness pour all over me.

I keep my gaze fixed on him as I feel our sweaty, glistening bodies on each other. We're both trying to stop panting and get back to this world. He moves off of me and lays down next to me, kissing my forehead and lingering with his lips for a moment. I'm still on Cloud 9 as I position myself on his chest and hear him say, "You are mine and only mine."

"I am only yours," I said as I look up at him and kiss him.

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Andrew's POV

As I looked down at her frail body laying on me, I thought to myself, "She was the definition of perfection." Her golden brown hair glistened in the sunlight as it spread across my chest and the pillow. Even when she was sleeping, she had her small hands on my chest and her beautiful lips in a slight smile.

She had the face of an angel, but her demons followed her and haunted her. When I remembered what she had told me, I was filled with rage at the thought of someone hurting her when she was so young and innocent.

Her own parents had betrayed her, and the people who were supposed to protect her from the darkness of this world had sold her to it. Despite the fact that I did not have a typical childhood, my mother was always there for me, even if she couldn't completely protect me from my father's horrors. She didn't even have that, but she had me now, and she wouldn't do me any harm as long as I lived.

She was mine to safeguard.

I was jolted awake when I noticed Ava moving around in her sleep.

"Please don't." I could hear her stumbling.

"Ahhh," she yelped, continuing to stir but not waking up.

I grabbed her shoulders and shook her in an attempt to wake her up. "Ava, get up." I screamed.

Ava shot her eyes wide open. Her body was trembling, and her eyes began to glaze over.

"What happened, Ava?" I inquired, wrapping my arms around her and attempting to console her.

She only said "shit" before pulling herself away from me and getting out of bed.

"Ava," I said, perplexed as to why she wasn't talking to me. She walked away from the bed and into the bathroom, closing the door and switching the lock behind her.

What in the world just happened?

I sighed and rose from my bed, making my way to my closet. "She'd have to leave the bathroom at some point." As I dressed, I thought to myself.

When I was finished dressing, I heard the bathroom lock click and Ava emerged from the bathroom. Her face was expressionless, and I couldn't place the person in front of me for a moment.

"Ava," I said as I approached her. Her eyes were blank when she looked up at me, but I saw a flash of pain in them.

"Speak to me. "What happened?" Wrapping my arms around her, I inquired.

"I just had a dream about him," she said, resting her face against my chest. I immediately recognized who she was referring to: the man who had abused and raped her. My blood began to boil and my fists clenched; even though he was no longer with her, he was still haunting her.

"Can you tell me his name, Ava?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.

"Don't be concerned." She said as she drew away from my embrace.

"No. "Can you tell me his name?" I asked again, this time grabbing her arm.