The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

Four years later…

ASHLEY.

“Duncan, I do not give a fuck!” Arden’s strident voice boomed across the room, threatening to bring the house to its feet. The resonance of his voice was thick and rough.

I exhaled and turned off the gas cooker.

“Get it done!”

“I do not care how you are going to do it but find that fucker—you know what? Just get out!” He fired and I flinched.

I wasn’t near him but the effect of his brazen voice made my heart slam against my ribcage.

“Where’s my wife, Alberta?” I heard him ask Alberta and I rolled my eyes, strutting over to the counter to pick up a napkin.

His loud footsteps echoed behind the door and he pushed the door open in no time. My head shot up from the kitchen island. My eyes drifted to his tall figure standing a few feet away from the door.

His eyes were pinned on me and the intensity in them made me feel so conscious of the little black dress I was wearing. My mouth ran dry as my eyes roved his shirt-clad body, unabashedly.

Age has nothing on my husband. He still looked as ravishing as always. He rocked the hell out of the crisp white shirt he was wearing in his signature style. The white material was tucked into his black pants. His curly hair looked a little out of place but it didn’t in any way diminish his hotness.

“Hey, baby.” My voice came out in a squeak. He was closing in on me in a matter of seconds, tossing his phone on the island and I followed because he swept me off my feet, mounting me on the island.

My breath quickened immediately. He parted my legs, standing in between them while his hands gripped my thigh possessively, crawling into my dress.

His head was buried in my cleavage and I heard him release a deep groan. I swallowed the spit that was building up in my mouth, cradling his head against my chest.

“Fuck, you smell like me.” He said with a husky growl. When his fingers brushed my bare hip bone, the primal sound deepened, thick with so much satisfaction.

“You are not wearing any panties.” He murmured, kissing my neck.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

My legs had turned to jelly on the counter and I was tilting my head to the side to grant him access to my neck. The sigh-cries that left my mouth were nothing I could submerge.

“Arden,” I rasped, and he chuckled against my neck.

My legs tightened around him when he pushed the strap of my dress downward, causing my boob to slip out. His mouth hungrily descended on my nipple and I had to slap my palm over my mouth to suppress the loud moan that threatened to exit my mouth.

My moans were muffled while he devoured my boobs hungrily. Not until he slipped a finger into my dripping core.

“Fuck!” A moan slipped out of my mouth.

I tossed my head backwards in pleasure, palming the back of his head as he swirled his tongue around my nipple.

“Oh, fuck-” He pumped his fingers in and out of me, marking me everywhere on my upper body with his lips.

“Daddy!”

Oh, shit.

“Damnit!” Arden cursed, his voice void of breath and he was retracting his finger from my whole, causing me to whimper. I pulled up the strap of my dress, sighing restlessly.

“Ugh!” I huffed, hopping off the counter and he smacked my ass, earning a giggle from me.

“We’ll pick this up later.” His sensual voice filtered into my ears and he kissed my cheek, walking away from me.

The small adorable humans chose that specific moment to sprint into the kitchen, hugging their father’s leg while I watched them with a smile.

He swept them off the floor, gathering them in his arms. They smothered his face with kisses, their adorable giggles filling the room.

“Daddy!” They chirped, tugging at his ear and cheeks.

The twins, Vernon and Violet, shared a striking resemblance with Arden. Vernon was his splitting image, while Violet had my eyes but still looked like him.

“Did you two have fun today?” He asked with a Cheshire grin, smacking kisses on their cheeks. Arden might put up a facade while he is around others, but when he is with the twins, he lets his guard down completely.

He is an amazing father and the perfect husband a girl could ask for.

I didn’t know tears were gathering in my eyes until I felt a burning sensation in them. I chuckled and moved away from the Island, sauntering over to them.

I wrapped my arms around them, sighing in content. Their faces lit up with bright smiles that tugged at my heartstrings.

“Hey, Mommy,” They grinned at me and I could feel myself melting with so much love for them. The duo reached for my hair, fisting it and giggling to themselves.

Arden and I shared a glance at that moment and I was stunned to bits and pieces at the heavy tears that gathered in his eyes. He was still smiling through it.

“They are perfect,” I mouthed to him.

He leaned in, without saying a word, capturing my lips in a soft kiss.

“I love you, Peach.”

“I love you, Arden.”

I loved this man. To bits and pieces.