MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 183: She Was Like A Siren Riccardo

| cursed as | dropped the barbell after finishing my last set. My legs we shaking from the squat, but | was far

from done. As soon as | was down with my legs, | focused on my arms instead. 1 had already been there for well

over an hour, possibly three hours, but it wasn't enough. | found working out to be one of the few ways I could

keep myself distracted enough to avoid the strong urge to pick up my car keys and hunt Angelia down. It had

only been a few days, and already was hanging by a thin fucking thread.

How can a woman turn three grown-ass men into obsessive, heartsick bys? She was like a siren. After hearing

her addictive song, the absence of it made it almost painful to bear. The ache for her grew, and there was

nothing to do but hope that she would one day give us relief from it. If 1, a year ago, could have listened to my

thoughts, he would have wondered if | needed hospitalization. Maybe | did. |

ened didn't know what falling in love with someone was supposed to feel like Was it supposed to take over your

entire fucking being and make you into a blubbering fool? Make you unable to think of anything but her? Make

you dream of her when you fall asleep just to see her face? If so, love was a fucked-up drug but one | couldn't

turn down.

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Music blared from the speaker, the bass synchronized to my own heartbeat. It drowned out almost everything

except the part of my subconsciousness that always whispered after Angelia. | really had beca lovesick

idiot, but from the looks I had seen of Marshall and Kingston, | wasn't the only one. Fucking Kingston, jealousy

still crawled beneath my skin at the thought of him and Angelia together last weekend. He had told us what had

happened with no small dose of smugness. | would like to make him choke on his fucking smug shit, but no

matter how jealous | was, | also took it as a good sign. She wasn't entirely over us if she was that affected by his

presence. Still, | wish it would have been me, and | was sure Marshall thought the sabout himself.

Kingston, a pair of dumbbells, | started on my first set. With each rep I did, | felt sof the jealousy retract its

claws from my chest. By the third set, | breathed easily again. In an arrangement like the one we had with

Angelia, envy was pure poison and | would not let it control me. | trained until | could hardly see past the

sweetness stinging my eyes and only then did I clean up after myself and hit the shower. The thought of Angelia

and Kingston still hadn't left me, but instead of the initial envy | had felt, | couldn't help but envision the scene.

Kingston wasn't very forthcoming, and he definitely didn't go into details, but my brain was great at working

around the unspoken details of the night. My dick hardened as | envisioned her in Kingston's stronghold; he

would have let her go if she had truly wanted him to, but she hadn't. | could picture the heat in her eyes even as

she tried to deny her desire. She was hot when she tried to fight it, her body softened while her mind hadn't let

go completely. She had been like that the first night | had touched her in the viewing room. Marshall had slipped

his hand up her soft, smooth thighs, and her eyes showed signs of her internal struggles against what she might

have considered inappropriate. Should she let him touch her? Was it okay to let her desire take charge? Could

she accept doing this with two other men in the room? But while she might have struggled, her body had already

decided to let her pretty little thighs spread so nicely for him.

What truly madeburn was lust when she had sunk into submission and embraced it. That night, when she

had done it, | couldn't help but slide my own hand up her thigh. | had kept a close eye on her and studied her

expression in case she wasn't into it. With a tight grip on my swollen dick, | began stroking myself to the image

of our girl. It was the only way | could get myself off, by thinking of her. | envisioned all the nights | had been

with her, fucking her, eating her out and even the image ofcuddling her was enough. A low groan spilled out

ofas | pretended my hand was inside her tight little pussy. | can vividly remember the feeling of her walls

graspingas | fucked her onto the mattress. | lived off the memory of it. | was rough when | fucked my hand,

focusing more on cuming than on teasing out the pleasure. This was not to get a moment's relief. Nothing more.

Leaning against the shower wall, with one arm, | moaned as my balls drew tight. | tightened my grip further,

mimicking the grip of her pussy as she orgasmed around me. The steam from the shower enfolded while the

warm water from the rainfall shower head beat down on my bowed body. It was a disappointing sort of pleasure

when | cum, it felt good but not nearly satisfied enough.

Detaching a separate shower head, | cleaned the cum off the wall before washing myself. My eyes caught on the

strawberry shower oil as | reached for my shampoo. | hadn't removed any of her things from view including the

toothbrush currently keeping mine company in the holder. | had hope that she would return to us. It was a

torturous kind of hope, but | refused to let go of it.

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The club was in full swing when | got to work by music played from the speaker. It was the perfect background

music for the sensual sounds coming from the section where plays were in session. Members stopped to look at