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MY Possessive Mafia Men Chapter 100: Don't Stop, It Is Perfect Chapter 100: Don't Stop, It Is Perfect Riccardo iccardo At noon, Marshall and Angelia still hadn't woken up, the kitchen smelled of hash browns and eggs. There were cherry tomatoes in the oven and avocado cut and ready on four plates. It was all Kingston's doing and I couldn't wait to eat. It wasn't until often I got food made by my friends but it made it that much better when I finally did. Although I was sure he had done this for Angelia than Marshall and I. T

I knocked on the door to the playroom before opening it to replace them in the same position they had been. She was still sleeping on Marshall's chest. Walking inside, I stroked her arms and woke her up gently. The touch made her eyes open and my chest swelled up with warmth at how she looked. Having just woken up, there were no barriers in her eyes, no insecurities or overthinking going on in that beautiful mind of hers. "Breakfast is ready." I whispered and leaned down to give her a quick kiss on her forehead.

The move was instinctual and not something I even registered doing before I had done it, she smiled at me sleepily and made a cute sound.

"Wake Marshall up and get your a**s to the kitchen." I winked and left them alone.

Kingston had already served enough food for two men on each plate by the time I got back, groaning at the smell, I sat down.

"I have really missed your cooking, dude." I said as I stared at the food in front of me.

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d a hard time not reaching for the knife and fork but I wanted to wait until Angelia got here. I didn't much care about the manners around Marshall so if she got here first, I would start eating before he showed up. Luckily, I didn't have to wait for long, she walked in front of Marshall, though walking was a nice way of putting it. She was more sta**red and winched every step she took. She had to be sore from last night, that thought made my d** twitch in my pants. Her hair was damp as if she had taken a quick shower. She was wearing one of Marshall's t-shirts and nothing more. Both Marshall and Kingston had some spare clothes in their room here just in case they had a sleepover. Marshall didn't do that often but since Kingston lives a mile away, it was always convenient for him to crash here if it was too late to drive home. My eyes took her in greedily, she looked good in that t-shirt. It was a little see through, showing just a hint of her curves she had hidden under it. Her dark hair had been put up in a high ponytail, displaying a makeup free face. Our girl looked like the most beautiful woman at least to

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our eyes. I smiled when she took a seat beside me and inhaled the delicious aroma that steam from her plate. Damn it, even that small act was cute..

We sat in silence for a while, digging into our food, the mood around the table was relaxed and comfortable. It was almost surreal how perfect she fit in with us. These guys were more like my brothers and we were used to each other but I had always been curious how it would be like if we ever brought someone else into the fold. We had known that it would eventually happen, seeing as we had agreed to share a slave but I could have never dreamed how well it would go. and

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The three of us were different, Marshall was the easygoing chill person who could crack a ease the tension in a room. Kingston, well, he was practically the opposite. His sullen mood usually made people weary. And me, I was the one who took control over any situation. Angelia's presence made our difference smaller, all our attention was on her.

"Hmmm, I can get used to waking up to this kind of food." She commented as she enjoyed the hash browns.

"I don't think I have forgotten that you agreed to teach me how to cook." She said, her eyes. landed on Kingston.

My eyes widened and I could see Marshall's mouth gape from his seat opposite me. Kingston teaching her how to cook? Has hell frozen over? I had never thought there would come a day when he would purposely spend quality time with someone who wasn't us and do something so mundane. He wasn't one to spend time with people, except Marshall and me. Not to mention, his kitchen was holy to him. He didn't share that space with anyone.

Sure, we all knew bdsm was more than what happens in the bedroom or scene but it was still a

massive step for him to take, to not only focus on what happened in a scene but also outside of it.

I was glad to see that he wanted to bond with her.

"We will start next time you are at my house." He replied even as his fingers were whitened by the hard grip he had on his spoon. I knew it wasn't easy for him to let others in but I was proud that he was trying.

After breakfast, Marshall had another appointment with his father, from her larger eyes, she knew

the relationship between them was strained.

"Will he be okay?" She asked as she sat down on the couch between Kingston and I.

Typically, at this time of the day, I would be at the gym same with Kingston but we didn't want to waste any time we had with our girl.

"Yes, don't worry, he will be back after the meeting." I assured her.

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It wasn't my place to fill her in in what was happening with them so I didn't say more than that. Noticing her tense shoulders, I arranged her on the sofa, so her back was to me. Placing my hands on each of her shoulders, I started massaging her miracle. I felt the knots under my thumbs and worked on them. Her head lolled forward as she let out a hiss, followed by a moan. Someday, I would give her a full body massage with heated oils like a proper massage and not just foreplay. s too much." I said I continued kneading the tension away.

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Tell "Don't stop, it is perfect." She groaned and I smiled.

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It wouldn't be often that I would let her tell me what to do but for the moment, I happily obliged. Feeling the couch move, I looked up to see that Kingston had put her feet on his thigh and had started rubbing them. By the time we were finished, she was like a putty in our hands. The stiff muscles had loosened its grip on her shoulder and she looked utterly relaxed.

"Thank you, that was amazing." She said and I could hear the smile in her voice and just that simple thing made my chest warm with an emotion I didn't look too closely on.

I put a throw pillow on my lap and made her lay down, giving her the remote control to the television. I let her replace something to watch on Netflix while I used my phone to reply to a few emails. She picked up a series and settled better on my lap, her feet still in Kingston's thigh. Absently stroking her arm with one hand while I type away on my phone with the other hand, I felt my own tension slip away and I could finally breathe. I cherished this feeling of contentment. At that moment, I wasn't thinking about all the things I was keeping from her, I was only spending quality time with our girl. She had started the series on episode five, although I hadn't seen the previous episodes, I couldn't help but watch with her. The email opened on my phone had long forgotten in my hand. Moments like this made having a submissive rathe