The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

ASHLEY

Greece was a very beautiful country. The night Arden told me we were in Greece, I couldn’t process it properly. Although, I was caught off guard, I didn’t react to it as I supposedly would, if I were clear-headed. I was a screaming mess when he told me again. It was one of those countries that I had been looking forward to visiting and my dear husband had just made my wish come true when he decided that he wanted us to have our honeymoon there.

It was one of the oldest countries in the world and after millennia of being in existence, it still held the same appeal as before. It was even more breathtaking as the years went by and the fact that it was the cradle of modern civilization made it even more fascinating to me.

This getaway was something I needed but didn’t realise how much I actually needed it until I was here. Work has been so crazy and I needed an escape. There couldn’t have been a better form of escape than this.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

When the limousine came to a halt, I opened my clutch and brought out my compact to check if my makeup was still intact. I didn’t want something heavy, so I just went for some subtle sultry makeup, besides the date came off as a surprise. I wasn’t aware until two hours ago when a delivery man showed up with a box.

In the box was a beautiful black thin-strapped padded dress with rhinestones designs that was similar in concept with a heavy chain. There was a matching black clutch and heels alongside a sexy black thong with a bottle of expensive perfume that screamed seduction.

And of course, I made sure I brought my A-game. I stepped out looking like a million bucks.

The Chauffeur stepped out of the car and helped me with the door. I let myself out, flipping my hair over my shoulder. I couldn’t help the impressive smile that crept onto my lips.

“Have a nice night, ma’am,” He bade me farewell.

“Thank you.” I said softly.

At a glance, I knew it was a five-star restaurant. Arden loved luxury and he never hesitated to flaunt it. I strutted forward, letting myself into the luxury dining area after the guard at the entrance pushed the glass doors open.

I gasped, coming to an abrupt stop. I tightened my grip on my clutch, my eyes darting around every corner of the brightly illuminated restaurant that was void of occupants. I knew it would cost an arm and a leg to dine in a restaurant this exotic. I mean, the furniture alone screamed class and royalty.

“Good evening, Mrs. Gray.”

The masculine voice drew me out of my thoughts and I looked to the right. My eyes were fixated on a smiling waiter, who had a notepad in his hands, clad in a sparkling white shirt and black pants, alongside a wine black bow tie.

I was unable to mask my surprise because he knew my name.

“Good evening…” My voice trailed off until I caught his name on his name tag. “Hector,” I added, flashing him a complaisant smile.

“Your reservation is this way, ma’am. The boss has been waiting.” He announced and his words caught me by surprise. The boss? Wait, does he own this place?

I nodded after a while, nudging my head forward, so he could lead the way.

He led me away from the regular tables and detached the thick red velvet rope that was strewn at the entrance of where I presumed to be the VIP section. I stepped right through, heading to a particular table that was secluded. I knew that was where I was going, because there was no way in hell I would miss that mass of black curls.

My breath was punched out of my lungs when he looked up from his phone, glazing his eyes over my body, unabashedly. There was a way he stared at me that made my breath elude me and left Goosebumps all over my skin.

My legs felt light on the surface of the floor and I couldn’t help but gulp because of how mouth watering he looked in his simple Maroon shirt and black slacks. My mouth ran dry at the sex appeal that oozed off him. Red was definitely his colour and I knew that if it weren’t for the fact that we were outdoors, I would be throwing myself at him and begging him to fuck me.

The rate at which I am horny these days is alarming. Heck, I had to clasp my leg because of the warm liquid that was beginning to dot my panties.

“Hello, Peach.” He smirked, rising to his feet. He strode forward, slipping his hand around my waist and then he kissed me softly. My knees went weak, threatening to give me away if it wasn’t for his firm hold. The heat that radiated off him, mixed with his cologne was disturbing in a sensual way.

The night had barely begun and my panties were soaked. Just great.

“You look alluring,” he whispered, and my cheeks reddened.

“Well, you look hot too.” I answered back, biting my lips. He chuckled, pulling out a seat for me. I slipped onto it and placed my clutch on it. He reached for my hand, brushing his thumb over my wedding band.

My mind wandered to what the waiter said the other time and I furrowed my brows.

“Do you own this place?” I arched a brow at him in surprise. The smile on his face was enough to answer my question as he brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it.

“Yes,” he answered, and I gasped.

“How many businesses do you even have?” I queried in amusement.

“Quite a lot.” He grinned. Without looking over his shoulder, he made a signal with his hands, beckoning to the waiter.

“Good evening, Sir and Ma. Welcome to the Royal Bistro. My name’s Hector and I will be your waiter for tonight. What would you like to have?” He smiled at us, handing Arden the menu, but my husband nudged his head at me. It was his own way of telling me ladies first.

I giggled.

I took the menu and scanned the exquisite dishes. I finally settled for the one that appealed to me the most.

“I’ll have the Moussaka and a glass of water and orange juice,” I told him. I didn’t want to drink any wine. The thought of it had my stomach churning so badly.

“What about you, sir?” He asked Arden.

“I’ll have what she’s having.” He said with his eyes fixated on me. His gaze was soft yet intense.

“I’ll be with you shortly.”

And just like he said, he was back with our meals in no time and we dug in. It tasted even better than it looked. I couldn’t resist moaning in satisfaction when I had the first bite and I could tell that it had an effect on Arden. He wouldn’t stop sending me lingering looks that I found overly piercing.

We were done with our meal in no time and Hector came to clear the table. I took a serviette and proceeded to wipe my mouth clean, taking a sip from my juice afterwards.

“If you want to fuck me, all you have to do is ask.” I deadpanned, looking him straight in the eye with a smirk playing on my lips. He stared at me, tapping his fingers on the table a little noisily.

“Desperate, aren’t we?” He chuckled, leaning into his seat.

All he needed was a push and I was going to push him to the edge because there was no way in hell I was walking out through that door without getting fucked by him. I was too horny to think straight.

And then, a thought struck me, eliciting a devilish smirk from me.

With my eyes steadily on him, I took my hands off the table, pushing my fingers underneath my dress and I slowly got rid of my panties. I felt my moisture cream my palm when I took it out. I set it on the table, biting my lip before pushing it towards him.

Just like I wanted, his green eyes flashed with a darkness I found so erotic. He picked it up from the table, bringing it to his nose, and he took a long whiff, grunting in pleasure. He stuffed my panties into his pocket, sitting up.

“GET UP.” He ordered and I rose to my feet at his command, swallowing. Before I got to him, he was already on his feet, yanking me forward and that action elicited a moan from me.

He spun me around and I came crashing against his hard chest. My butt was firmly pressed against his bulge and I could feel all of him through the fabric of my dress. I whimpered as my pussy throbbed. His lips brushed my earlobe and I let out a wanton sound.

“Ever since you walked in right through that door, I have wanted to rip this tiny dress off your body and take you against every corner of this restaurant.” He proclaimed and each word he uttered sent a jolt of heat to my core, moistening it up. His husky, breathless voice heightened everything.

His fingers brushed the skin of my collarbone and I sucked in a breath, clasping my leg shut. They travelled downwards and I moved against him, causing him to groan.

My eyes were snapped shut, my head tilted to the side as breathless sighs eluded me. His fingers dropped below my cleavage, disappearing into my dress, and I felt his thumb brush my sensitive nipple.

“Oh, fuck,” I sighed, wiggling in his arms. He clamped my bud with his index finger and middle finger, tugging at it. An erotic chuckle rolled out of his mouth.

“You are unusually sensitive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss on my neck. Every of his touches made my body burn, even his mere breath. It was all so heightened. My emotions were all over the place, and despite how frustrated I was with his teasing, I was still filled with this insatiable need for more.

“I love that!” He growled.

I was lying face flat on the surface of the table. I moaned loudly at his roughness. He grasped the hem of my dress, pulling it and bunching it up to my waist until my bare ass was all in his face. I heard the rattling of his belt afterwards.

Then, he leaned in, pressing his hard-on against me. I whimpered, teary-eyed. His lips met my ear.

“You just couldn’t keep it together, could you?” He asked me and I shook my head, unable to respond.

“Use your words, Evaline!” He yanked me by my hair. My nails were clawing at the surface of the table, leaving a mark as I dragged them against it, moaning at his dominance-filled voice.

“No, sir,” I muttered, and he chuckled.

“What do you want, whore?” He queried, fisting my hair.

“I want you to fuck me so hard until I can barely walk out of here.” I made my intentions known to him unabashedly.

“Fine,”

His warm cock was out of his briefs were he had tucked it in, brushing against my entrance and in one swift move, he plunged into me.

“Fuck!” I cried out in pleasure, slamming my palms on the surface of the table. He didn’t move. The only thing I could hear from him was the strings of cuss words that flowed breezily from his lips mixed with his satisfied grunts.

His cock filled me up, stretching me until there was nothing to stretch anymore. I felt every inch of him inside of him. He was so warm, eliciting a whimper from me.

He applied pressure to my hair and slowly pulled out of me, slamming back into me with a force that rattled me and shook the table. I gasped in pleasure, squeezing my eyes shut. I was unable to get enough of him. I craved all of him until there was nothing to crave anymore. He felt so good inside me.

He thrust into me, again, eliciting a loud moan from me.

“Oh, my God!”

“I want more!” I pleaded, desperately.

He rammed into me with full force, aiding his thrusts with one hand on my waists. He slammed into me again, causing me to whimper in pleasure. My eyes were brimming with tears at how good it felt. I was tossed into an abyss of immense pleasure that melted me against the surface of the table. I could feel my senses dissolving into a pool of liquid, overridden by the intensity of his harsh thrusts.

Every thrust weakened my legs, which I struggled to balance it’s weight on my heels but failed miserably at it. I wanted more of what he was offering. I needed him to go faster and he could pick up on my desperation through my whimpers that overpowered my loud moans.

He quickened his pace, ramming into me while fisting my hair. His grip tightened against my waist and he began hitting my G-spot, stimulating me. My boobs that were squished against the table were aching so much, desperate for his touch. My nipples strained against the material of my dress, poking it.

“You love that, huh?”

“You loved being fucked like a whore?”

He grunted, chuckling.

“Yes!” I cried, burying my head into the surface of the table to muffle my loud moans.

Arden was merciless and ruthless with his thrusts. He couldn’t care less that the restaurant still had one occupant, who could be anywhere. He fucked me, staking his claim on me and I was so loud. I enjoyed having him fuck me so hard against the table. I loved the fact that I went out with him for dinner and I ended up being the dessert.

“Oh, my-fuck!” I screamed when his thrusts grew harsher.

“God, you are so tight and you feel so good!”

“I love how your little cunt wraps around my dick. It drives me insane!” He swore, yanking my hair. A stinging sensation shot through my scalp but I found it pleasurable.

“Sir, I am going to cum.”

“Can I cum?” My words came out rushed, overpowered by my breathy moans. Huge knots tightened in my abdomen. The pent-up pleasure felt like it had morphed into a ball and was waiting to explode.

“Cum with me, baby,” he grunted.

My walls clenched around him. My mascara, mixed with my eyeshadow and my tears, trickled down my face and I was tasting it on my lips. My legs spasmed uncontrollably, a surge of vibration shooting through me.

“Fuck, Peach!”

“I love you!”

My muffled screams tainted the surface. The deafening sound that emitted from me collided with the growl that rippled from his chest as he shot his loads into me. My toes were curling as I shattered into a thousand pieces on the table.

My head dropped to the table with a soft thud. I tried to catch my breath, chuckling in between. He was still inside me. He didn’t pull out and when he did, I whimpered at the loss of body contact.

I could barely feel my limbs. He picked me up and dropped me on the table, brushing my hair away from my face before kissing me softly. Our juices trickled down my legs.

Then, his lips met my forehead in a soft kiss.

“I love you, Peach. So much.” He whispered. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, so I just allowed him to hold me.