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Chapter 84: I Am Obsessed With Her Chapter 84: I Am Obsessed With Her Kingston

My body was vibrating with tightly reined in anger. The pretty wide eyed girl in front of me looked scared like sh*t but it wasn't her I was angry about. No, I was angry at myself, I should have known she was working for me if I had been more involved in the day-to-day business of my club. Instead, I let Weldon handle the boring s***t. If she knew I owned the nightclub, she was in for a long punishment and I would be inventive, making it hurt so good. Angelia was shivering in front of me and her mouth opened and closed as if sho was trying to talk but no words came out. The motion brought my attention to her full lips, they were naturally swollen and begging to be used. She took about a step back as I took one forward, the move brought a twisted smile to my own lips. It was like she was a little sheep and I was the beast hunting her.

"Don't make me ask twice." I said harshly, keeping my voice low as usual.

it gave

I had noticed the way other people reacted with fright at my tone and I loved the power me. Angelia, though, it looked like it affected her in a whole different way and that shit p***ed me off even more. The way she shuddered as I spoke, like my voice was attached to her was frustrating in a way I couldn't explain. My mind and body couldn't make up what they wanted, I 'craved her with an intensity that scared me and I hated the fact that I did. It was like two sides of me were fighting against each other, one that wanted her as frightened of me as everyone else seemed to be. Aside from Riccardo and Marshall and the other part wanted her writhing underneath me screaming in ecstasy. But I knew she wasn't afraid of me, not even as she backed.

away.

There had been something about her the first time we met and that intrigued me. The way that she had asked me a direct question even when I saw how insecure and shy she was. It impressed- me, how strong she was even with her weakness. It was a turn on to see someone challenge themselves. I had thought about answering the question she had asked me that night, if I wanted this or not but I had surprised myself by dragging her to me and tasted her tempting lips. It had been a kiss that still filled my thoughts late every night ever since it happened because there had been a rightness to it that I hadn't experienced with anyone else.

Did I want this? Yes I did and I like that I wanted this no confusing even though I was a confusing

person.

"...I," she stammered, looking so d***n cute that I wanted to shut her up already.

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I don't do cute, I never wanted cute and yet I wanted her.

know that you work here." She finally responded and I believed her.

This girl couldn't lie for s**t, she wore all her emotions in her facial expressions. She was just as stumped as me.

"Own, I f**ng own this place." I corrected her, masking her eyes widened even further.

My d***k hardened in my pants at the shock and innocent look of hers. I took in her body and my eyes narrowed at her outfit and that too was something I had no hand in choosing. I haven't cared less what the workers wore but now I couldn't have cared more. She looked like a f***g whore. with those outfit if you could have called those tiny scrap clothes. But that wasn't the problem though, what was the problem was that her body is ours. Her body belongs to Riccardo, Marshall and myself and I won't let other people see what I owned because in my mind we already owed her even though she might not have agreed to it yet. 3 inside

She wouldn't just be our submissive for a short time, no she would be ours, body and fucking soul because while I had indecisive feeling about her, I knew I didn't want to see her in the hands of

someone else that weren't us. The thoughts of how I should handle the outfits of hers raced

my mind. I should probably make it less obvious to the others who worked here that Angelia

belong to me, their boss or should I say her boss as well. But I didn't give a f** about that when I dragged her away from the bar, people were probably already talking.

"Did you bring other clothes with you?" I asked, if she said no, I would personally drive her to her

apartment to get changed.

She blinked a couple of times like she couldn't follow my train of thought.

"Y

"...yes, I brought pants with me."

"Good, go and change and then get back to work." I ordered her as I went to unlock the door to

my offer.

I didn't trust myself to be alone with her, not now when the anger was right beneath the surface. I needed to get control of myself and fast, we only had a couple of hours before we closed and then I would have her completely to myself. She hadn't moved when I turned back around, the fire in her eyes extinguished the look of shock from them, "I can decide for myself if I should change or not." She quipped and the smile I had was anything but pleasant.

"If you disobey me, yo

won't like the outcome." And with that, I opened the door for her, she

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hesitated a little but in the end walked out without saying another word.

I couldn't

Technically, she is already on my time. In the contract we had signed under, we had agreed that she would get to choose what she does and who she was with when she wasn't with any of us. But seeing as it was almost four in the morning, she is officially mine. That girl got some fire in her but I had a **n inferno in me. She had never won if we put our wills up against each other. After all, there was a reason she was a submissive, she craved the lack of control while I always had it.. It reminded me to see if she would follow my orders or not and if she did didn't. she wouldn't be able to sit for a whole d'n week without feeling the ache from my hand. concentrate as I tried to get back to work, all I could think of was the girl with long hair that I wanted to grip and pull and a body made for f**ng. I knew this day would come, where I would have her to myself but I didn't feel ready, not by a long shot. There was something about her that made me edgy. She looked at She looked at me like she wanted to get inside my head and know my every thought. If only she knew that she was already in it and had been there since the night she first visited Riccardo's bdsm club. That was the part I really didn't f***g like.

I cou

The moment she texted me about her location, my nightclub address. I had stared at my phone. for a whole d***n twenty minutes, trying to make sense out of it. Could she really have been this close to me for however long without me knowing? Instead of doing any real work, I pulled up the employee records and searched through them until I found Angelia Hartwell. Clicking on it, I read everything we had on her, full name, social security number, address, date of birth and so on. Scrolling down, I found her resume and I was impressed at all she had done in only twenty-three years. She had started working early, first as a newspaper carrier, then grocery bagger, barista and hostess. The list was way longer than mine had been when I was her age, though I wasn't allowed. to work until....well I didn't want to go down that road again. Shaking off the old memories that were trying to resurface, I scrolled further down. Weldon had boasted her abilities when it came to job performance and development, she was always respectful to our customers, never had gotten a complaint, showed up on time and worked hard. She seemed to be the star employee based on Weldon's opinion and I got the sudden urge to smile at that but I didn't. When I close the documents, I finally notice the time. There were only twenty minutes left before her shift was over and I wanted to see if she had put on the pants or

not.

A part of me wanted her to disobey me just so I could punish her for it later. Although in my mind, that wasn't what I would punish her for, no that punishment would be for her making me so ***n obsessed with her that I couldn't see straight. MY Possessive Mafia Men

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