The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

JAXON

My fists were clenched tightly, my jaw locked as rage simmered through my veins, icing up the blood coursing through them and freezing me from the inside out. My insides were on fire at the same time, my body was freezing. I was feeling two things at the same time. The veins that ran from my neck to my head threatened to pop and my face was heavily flushed.

I chewed on my bottom lip, nearly drawing blood from it. The stinging pain that shot through the soft flesh was enough to elicit a wince from me, but I couldn’t even bring myself to make a sound. Trying to get myself to speak would just seem as though I wanted to poke an angry dragon. At the opening of its mouth, spitballs of fire would erupt everywhere.

I was trying my best to stay calm, but the way my legs shook disagreed with my plans. I shifted in my seat for the umpteenth time, staring out through the window of the car. The air that filled the car was toxic and tainted with sulphur. I could taste it in my mouth…the acidic feeling it left on my tongue was unnerving. I could breathe it in and I could feel my lungs tightening with each breath I took.

The gates to Villa were drawn open and the limousine drove in, pulling over in the garage. A guard, whom I didn’t even get a chance to decipher where he sprung out from, pulled my door open and stood aside so that I could step out. He shut the door and my hands found a way to the tie that warped itself around my neck, making me feel choked. I tugged at it a little, slackening it as I took long, powerful strides to the porch.

“Boss__”

“I don’t want to hear one word from you, Duncan!” I yelled, without sparing so much as a glance in his direction as he struggled to catch up with me, racing to fall in line with me, but I was faster. The guard that stood at the entrance pulled the door open and I sauntered into the house.

I had barely taken one step when I felt a strong collision, resulting in the clattering of an iron tray. I took a step backwards with a frown on my face. My eyes dropped to the slim frame of one of the maids clad in a uniform and an apron draped over it.

She had her head bowed and was trembling heavily.

“I am so…so… I…am…so…sorry…sir…I…was.” She was stuttering and crying, badly shaken up. I exhaled, walking away from her. She was already traumatised at the sight of me and I didn’t want to add to it by scaring her.

I could hear Duncan’s hasty steps behind me, aggravating me further, so I spun around abruptly and swung my fist across his face, causing his head to snap to the side as blood dripped from his nose. It reminded me of the ugly red blotch I had on my shirt too.

“You had just one job, Duncan! One fucking job and you couldn’t even fucking do it!” I bellowed, the thick, dark, resonance of my voice echoing throughout the room.

He had his head bowed.

“How could you be so careless as to lose the fucking lead again? You know what? I don’t want to see you right now because the urge to snap your neck is so overwhelming!”

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT! RIGHT NOW!” I uttered thunderously, blinded by rage.

“I am sorry, boss.” He muttered and I hissed through clenched teeth, spinning on my heels. I bumped into Alberta on the way, who mumbled a greeting to me, but I was too angry to respond. I marched upstairs and kicked the door open, letting out a frustrated scream.

By the time I was done straining my lungs, I heaved a loud breath, raking my fingers through my hair in frustration as I paced around the room.

“Bad day?”

The soft, luscious voice that belonged to my wife invaded my thoughts, and at first, it felt like she was just a voice in my head with how serene she sounded. But then, I whisked my head around the room, my eyes zeroing in on her frame that occupied the chair in front of the reading table.

She had her attention diverted from the laptop on the table and her body half turned towards me, looking at me over her shoulders. Her hair was thrown in a messy bun, with a few tendrils sticking out on her face. She had thick-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, a blue pen stuck in her hair with her lips tucked between her teeth and was chewing unconsciously on it.

Her expression was so calm. Like she was so used to seeing me like a ticking time bomb.

“Come here,” I exhaled, my voice thick with dominance. She got up immediately, giving me the chance to rove her body with my eyes unabashedly. She was clad in a Nike two-piece.

A black sports bra that cupped her boobs in a not-so-subtle style. Her cleavage was out in the open, bare to my face and touch. The sports bra’s straps formed a letter V around her neck. She paired it with matching, body-con sweatpants. The way the outfit clung to her frame like a second skin made me growl possessively, jealous at the close contact the clothes got with her body.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The air of innocence that surrounded her poked the sleeping beast that laid dormant in me and was now stirring awake. She looked so pure and untainted and the urge to possess and dominate her was so strong.

She stopped right in front of me, examining my tense features. I tugged her forward by her waist, tilting her chin, so I could soak in every inch of her flawless face and drown in them. I took off her glasses, threw them on the bed. My breath hitched at the sight of those brown eyes as they sucked me in. Her lashes fluttered softly. An innocent act that was a massive turn-on.

My fingers travelled to her cheek, the pad of my thumb caressing it airily. She sucked in a breath, squirming softly and my lips twitched in a smirk at her sensitivity.

“Hey, Peach,” I whispered, my fingers darting to her lips. I spread my thumb over it, toying with it softly but dipping my finger into her mouth. She clasped her reddish lips around it and started sucking on it as I pumped it in and out of her mouth, eliciting wanton sounds from her.

She peered at me beneath her lashes, seductively. Blood rushed to my cock immediately and I groaned in frustration.

“Fuck,” I murmured.

“There’s something I have been wanting to teach you, Peach. I have always been waiting for a perfect time and now is a perfect time. Go get your sneakers and put them on.” I instructed her and she nodded eagerly, stepping out of my embrace. My hands felt the absence of her body heat and I spun around, sending a lingering look at her backside as she skipped into the closet to get her shoes.

My cock twitched in my pants and I groaned, brushing my hair off my face.

She was out of the closet in no time, her small feet tucked in a pair of black sneakers. I was more than convinced that Peach could be dressed in a sack and still look so seductive. She pulled it off without having to try. I was such a lucky bastard. My lips curved in a cold smile, my eyes assessing her outfit and I nodded impressively.

“I am ready,” She muttered with a shy smile, eliciting a chuckle from me. I strode into the closet, heading straight for one of the drawers in my compartment. I retrieved a key card from the drawer and shut it. I was back out in no time, nudging my head towards the door.

I pushed the door open and allowed her to step through before trailing beside her and leading her out of the house.

We made our way to the back of the Villa, stopping in front of a porch. I swiped the key card against the scanner and it beeped softly, accompanied by a soft click that signalled the unlocking of the door. I opened the door and she followed right behind me, stepping into the dark, vast room.

I left her side, prancing toward the wall that housed the switch. I flicked it on, a dim light illuminating the room.

I heard her gasp and our eyes locked in a stare. My lips curled in a devilish smirk, my head bobbed to the side. Nothing brought me so much satisfaction as seeing her so puzzled.

“Welcome to your first shooting lesson, Mrs. Gray.”