The Obsessed Mafia Ex

Prologue

A small scream escapes me as I scramble for the bedside light after being rudely awakened by the bedroom door slamming open.

“What the hell?” I ask, shocked, looking at Aiden as he takes long strides to the bed naked. “What are you-” I try to ask again but don’t get to finish as he pulls me down so I’m lying on my back before crashing his lips against mine and getting on top of me, straddling my legs with his.

“Aide… mm.” I try to speak into the kiss but moan in pain as he bites my lower lip, causing a metallic taste to fill my mouth, and I open my mouth, granting him access. His tongue immediately dominates mine, and I whimper as he rips my pajama top open before roughly fondling my breasts, groaning as his lips continue to devour mine, and I yelp when he slips his hands inside the elastic of my shorts before pulling them down together with my panties in one go.

“Ahh!” I moan, grabbing onto his shoulder as he starts rubbing circles on my nerve bud before inserting two fingers and pumping them in and out of me, fast. “Aiden!” I try to speak, wanting to ask him to slow down, but he bites my lip again, I stop talking and move my hand to his, but he grabs both my hands and pins them on top of my head with his one hand before parting my legs with his and thrusting in me in one go.

“Ahh!” I cry out as he starts ramming into me hard and fast, his one hand coming up to my neck before firmly wrapping around my throat, making me gasp for air as he continues f*****g me into the mattress. “f**k! You feel so good!” he mutters, cursing, his lips leaving mine and trailing down to my jawline before taking my ear lobe in his mouth, and it’s not long before my body starts convulsing and an orgasm knocks the air out of my lungs.

He lets go of my hands and neck and gets on his knees before pulling me down and lifting my legs, loading my heels over his shoulders as he continues with his assault. Cusses, moans, and groans are all that can be heard as he takes all of me without mercy, asserting his dominance with each thrust, and soon my eyes roll to the back of my head, my whole body shaking as another orgasm rips through me. Leaving me a panting, breathless mess, but Aiden doesn't even slow down. He flips me over, and I gasp, grabbing onto the sheets as he slams into me from behind, his fingers digging into my waist.

“Ahh. Aiden!” I cry out his name when he fists my hair, pulling me upright, causing my back to press against his front before wrapping his arm around my waist, keeping me in place. “f**k! I’m close,” he cusses through a clenched jaw, pressing me down again as he starts ramming into me even harder, faster, and deeper before his hand finds the back of my neck, sinking my face into the mattress as we both let go.

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My stomach grumbles again for the third time, and I finally listen and sit up, wincing as my hand goes to the back of my neck by reflex. It feels like it's broken. I’ve been trying to force my eyes closed for the past two hours, but it’s not working. I didn’t sleep a wink last night, and I’m exhausted. It’s been three days since we arrived, and I haven’t even unpacked yet or done any groceries.

Aiden and I have been living on take-outs, but I will get it done today. I glance over at the clock, and it’s 11 am. It's almost time. I get out of bed, head to the shower, and grab my phone, heading to the front when I’m done. I dial the takeout place but stop as the smell of bacon greets my nose as I walk past the living room, and it’s coming from the kitchen. “Morning,” Aiden greets, wearing an apron, busy making breakfast, and I frown at him, surprised. “I woke up early, so I decided to go out and get a few things for breakfast,” he explains, seeing my expression. “I ordered groceries too. Using the list you made,” he adds while I stand rooted in my spot.

This is what he does. He's always like this the morning after a rough night. “Come, take a seat. It’s almost done,” he says, taping on the island, and I pull out one of the stools and sit. He dishes up for us and takes his seat across from me when he’s done.

“Aiden?”

“Mm.”

“I don’t think we should do this anymore. I don't wanna do it anymore,” I tell him, and he looks at me confused, so I continue. “The s*x. I think it’s best if we stop now. You love Lia, and I love Tyler, and we are both here to get them back, and I think we should put all our energy and focus on that now.”

“Okay, if you’re sure that’s what you want. I don’t have a problem,” he says, shrugging his shoulders before continuing with his breakfast, and I let out a sigh of relief. I've wanted to tell him this for a while now, but I was afraid of how he might react. Aiden has a terrifying temper, and I’ve been on the receiving end of it one too many times.

After having breakfast, it’s almost noon, so I take a cab and head to the place I’ve been going to for the past two days. The cab drops me off just as the kids get out, and I watch as she runs to a parked car before the driver gets out. Tears well in my eyes as I watch Lia hug her before opening the door for her to get in and walking to the driver’s side. That could have been me. That should be me.

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⚠️ Before starting the story, be warned that there are multiple POVs. All my books have multiple POVs. They don't repeat the same thing, but if you don't like multiple POVs, you won't like the book.

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This is book two of the Obsessed Series.

But can be read as a STANDALONE.

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