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Gifts, Little Girls And Old Scars
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Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss Reunion?
ElleWhen I was younger I was convinced my mother hung the moon. I imagined she would play with the stars after she finished at work and that was why she always came home late. In my tiny brain, that was the only explanation for her beauty. She was kissed by the stars and blessed by the moon.Even now, after almost five years of not seeing her, she still looks so perfectly ethereal. Beneath her grey streaks and tired bags underneath dark eyes, she manages to look just as haunting as the last time we met."How have you been?"So that's what we're starting with."Good. You?"She offers me a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes as she wraps both her hands around the cup of blue raspberry slushie she ordered. Her knuckles whiten as if they might somehow shatter the thin plastic if she squeezes hard enough. "I... I've missed you." Her voice sounds flayed around the edges like she isn't sure if what she said is a good thing or a bad thing."Did you plan this?" I blurt, already growin
Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss Gifts, Little Girls And Old Scars
Elle"I can't believe you guys brought me to the mall", I say while pushing hangers of blue striped cotton sweaters to the side to examine their more feminine, pink counterparts."What were you expecting?" Zoey grabs a blouse from the rack, "You do realise that Christmas is only a month away?"When my friends came by, I thought it would be an opportunity to distract myself from the silent shit storm that's been rapidly overtaking my life so excuse me if I feel a little bit disappointed that they brought me here.I've been too busy trying to figure out how to navigate my new life as a mob boss's wife while simultaneously hiding out in my husband's mansion away from his enemy and asking him to do unspeakable things to me. Needless to say, among my very colourful problems, the looming holidays are the least of my concerns.Plus the weather is the complete opposite of the season. It's freaking blazing outside and not in the way that makes you want S'mores and hot chocolate."So? Does that
Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss Civilization
ElleI spend the next couple of days at home, though “waiting” feels like a generous way to describe what I’m actually doing. Aaron is rarely home. He's been trying to keep tabs on Neil, whose slate, unfortunately, continues to stay clean. There aren't any records tying him to the shooters. According to Aaron, their payments were sent from an untraceable offshore account, routed through so many shell companies that even his best tech contacts have hit a brick wall trying to find anything.It's honestly so frustrating. Neil has been temporarily unseated—only until the end of the week. The council has given Aaron just seven days to solve this debacle, and if he fails, he’ll be forced to drop the case and allow Neil back onto the council.Something neither of us wants.And since Neil is not under the guidelines of the council for now, it means he can launch another attack and put me as the main target since Aaron is the one holding the line against him. Simply put, I’m the leverage.
Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss Something Wrong
ElleI wish I could tell you that I stayed buried in the state of post orgasmic bliss for the rest of the evening but that would be a terrible lie.Once Aaron finishes with his shower, he makes his way back to where I'm still lying in bed and presses his lips on my cheek. I smile as he slips in beside me on the bed, but then I notice his expression, which causes me to straighten."Something wrong?""I need to tell you something," He informs me. My mind immediately races to the millions of things my husband would want to discuss with me after giving me the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life, but none of them requires such a stern expression."What is it?"He sighs, his gaze coming to rest on my face. He's no longer dressed in the clothes he came back in. A black cotton shirt stretches across broad expanses of muscle while his bottom half is covered by sweats pants a few shades lighter. His hair is still damp from his shower and some of it sticks to his forehead in thick clumps.
Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss Touch Yourself
Elle"Strip"I stare up at my husband as the authoritative manner in which he orders me to take off my clothes causes a row of shivers to crash along my skin.Anticipation builds low in my belly, and I find myself reaching down and fiddling nervously with the hem of his shirt.When I kissed him earlier, it was as if I'd been possessed. It wasn't just a desire; it was a desperate, psychological need. It had to happen, and in that same frantic impulse, I found myself here, beneath him, seconds away from baring myself—No, my soul to him.Aaron's jaw shifts from side to side. Arching a brow, he waits, patiently watching to see if I'll do as he says, and I wonder if, like last night, I'm in control.I hope I am.Now that I've had a taste of what it feels like I always want to be in control when we're like this. I don't know how Aaron is well enough in the bedroom, but something tells me that he isn't a man who gives up that aspect of himself easily, and the fact that he's willing to give i
Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss To What Do I Owe The Welcome
AaronElle throws her arms around my neck and brings me down to her lips the moment I step through the door of our bedroom.It takes my mind a full second to catch up with what is happening, and when it does, I wrap my hand around her waist and snake the other behind her neck, into the thick luscious waves of her hair, and angle her face so I can kiss her deeper.God, I missed her.I haven't stopped thinking about her since this morning and while I have no idea what I did to be kissed like this, I don't make a habit of complaining when good things happen to me.She lets out a moan when I flick her tongue with mine, and I let out one of my own when she presses her body firmly against mine, practically caging me against the door.My hands drop to her hips, dragging her up slightly to maximise the contact, and the sound she makes this time is downright sinful and goes straight to my cock. I groan and grind my thickening length against her stomach which unfortunately snaps her out of wha
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