All Chapters of The Mafia's Wanted Desires.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ASHLEYI placed my hands on my kneecap, pulling my jog to an abrupt stop. My breathing came out in loud wheezes and harsh pants as I struggled to get a hold of it. My chest constricted in a dull pain that had me squeezing my eyes shut for a moment before I got upright and tied my messy hair in a ponytail. My knees were almost numb, a dull ache shooting through them. I puffed out some hair through my mouth and began jogging lightly back to the villa.Irritation surged through my veins, making my skin crawl as I remembered that I didn't get much sleep throughout the night. All I could do was close my eyes and just hope that, somehow, I would fall asleep, but I didn't. I roughly got two hours of sleep before I got out of bed around 5 am, resorting to clearing my head and this feeling of utter helplessness that threatened to consume me. I was suffocating and I needed to get out of that house before I lost my fucking mind.The light jogs I engaged myself in slowly reduced to walks and I ga

ASHLEYMy hands came up to my hair and I tugged at the band that held it together, taking it off and allowing it to drop on my shoulder, cascading down my back. I adjusted my frame on his lap, shifting slightly and that earned me a grunt from him. His hands were wrapped firmly around my waist and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he took me in with his eyes that seemed to have gained a darker shade to them.Fuck, he was so gorgeous up close. My breath hitched at the sight of him. This man was a god. He was breathtaking, and hands down the most beautiful human I have ever set my eyes on. His hands trailed from my waist, settling on my ass and he cupped them, giving it a light squeeze as he buried his head into my chest, grunting softly because I knew he loved what he was feeling in his hands. I wasn't trying to brag, but those babies were heavenly. I smirked, cradling his head in my arms whilst helping him massage his scalp. He buried his head deeper into my chest, his lips brushing

JAXONEverything went into flames, our passion and lust consuming us as the kiss deepened when she slipped her tongue into mine, her hands gliding up and down my naked back. My hands crawled underneath the large black shirt she was wearing, getting a feel of her succulent ass. I knew she was wearing a thong. It was like her go-to panties and that made my member twitch even more. Her small hands left a scalding sensation everywhere she touched on my body, marking me as though she didn't want me to forget her touch. As though she was staking her claim on me and I fucking loved it!"Oh, take the damn thing off!" She whined and I granted her wish when her lips broke apart, my hands found the buttons of the shirt she was wearing, yanking it off and shrugging it off her body in a nanosecond. There she was, sitting atop me, breathing heavily.Fuck, this woman was the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. She had the most beautiful body and it brought me so much satisfaction that she was al

ASHLEYThe silver sequined dress that stopped a few inches below my mid-thigh was exquisite. The straps formed a criss-cross around my neck, satin folds adorning the slanting upper bust. It had a skin net at the side with silver embellishments beautifying it. I know it was supposed to make me feel like a million-dollar supermodel that was about to grace the runway or even a princess of some sort, but I scoffed at the sight of myself in the mirror, irritation coursing through my veins, burning through my emotions and overwhelming me. I clamped my teeth on my glossed lips, chewing at it until I was almost tasting my blood while I tried to rein in the beads of tears that were beginning to form in my eyes. I let out a low growl, hissing through my teeth as my hands found the zipper at my back. I tugged at it, pulling it down and allowing the dress to fall at my feet. I got out of it, leaving me in my black lace panties. I crouched on the floor, picking up the dress and throwing it some

ASHLEYMy phone chimed softly, then it sounded with a loud ring that had irritation seeping into me. I groaned, throwing the covers over my head. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to sleep, but clearly, the person calling didn't understand what boundaries and privacy meant because my phone kept ringing incessantly. I hissed through my teeth, pushing the covers off my body. I peeled my eyes open, squinting them because of the sensitivity of the lights. My hands roamed the other side of the bed, trying to look for my phone, but I couldn't find it. I looked to my right, my eyes straying to the nightstand where the fucking phone lay, vibrating with so much energy. I glared at the object, snatching it off the surface of the nightstand. I brought the phone to my face and checked the caller, unable to fight the urge to roll my eyes.Of course, it was my mom.I mean, I missed the woman and I should have known that the only person capable of blowing up my phone with calls and mes