THE OBSESSION OF A MAFIA

CHAPTER THREE

Her body's temperature disrupted her. She was blazing. Addison could feel Harold's lips on her body. His tongue is warm, followed by kisses. She groaned in delight, unaware of how to react.

"Oh, God!" she exclaimed. His lips were on her breast, and she could only feel what he was doing. She closes her eyes. It was her first time, but her body seemed to understand what it was doing. Her body automatically embraced what Harold was doing, and she moaned with every stroke of his tongue.

"Harold!" she exclaimed.

His kiss landed on her tummy. He didn't miss her navel while tickling her a thousand times. Harold slid down to her level. She had no idea she was exposing herself to him.

He managed to separate her two legs. As Harold admired her sexiness, her face flushed.

"Ahhh, Harold!" she moaned as he slid his face between her thighs.

She got fascinated by what he was doing and grabbed her pillow to clutch it because of the pleasure he offered her.

It was an incredible thrill for Harold to taste her sexuality. It has an unusual flavor and is extremely good. She seemed to be about to pass out. His tongue licked her womanhood. It was slow at first, but it went faster and faster after a while.

Addison pulled Harold's head back to emphasize her sensuality—she wanted more. Everything is new to her, so she has no idea what to do or what to do next. Harold is a s*x expert, and she has nothing but admiration for him. She couldn't help but feel his finger press into her core. She moaned in pain, feeling her womanhood ripped apart by what he did.

"It aches!" she said.

In a seductive tone, he said, "At first, it was honey." Her passage was soaking wet. It was natural for him to point his finger toward her womanhood, and he was right. Her moan became louder as his finger moved slightly in her womanhood, and she felt the sensation he gave her. Pleasure had replaced the pain and happiness, and she felt like she was about to explode.

But it's all a dream.

Addison awoke suddenly.

She stands up and turns around.

Everything is a dream. Addison sat on her bed and wiped her face. As a result of her crazy dream, her face became flushed red. The dream was awful, especially with Harold. She examined herself. Her pajamas degraded, and she felt her womanhood wet. Her s****l fantasies drove her away.

She sprung out of bed and rushed to the restroom, but she heard a noise outside her house before she could get there. She ran out the door. She wasn't afraid, since she knew her apartment was secure because the tenants had the key to the gates.

She saw Harold crawling with drunkenness. He had a bruise on his face that seemed to be from a fight.

She was worried and approached him right away.

"Are you awake?" he asked. Due to his drunkenness, Harold's face was reddish. Because of the bruising, his eye is practically closed.

She was agitated and took a step back when she saw the revolver at his waist.

She wasn't ignorant, since she'd seen a gun several times.

"I just woke up," she said anxiously. She had no idea what to do.

She invited him into her home.

"Where is the key to your house?" she asked.

"I left in the car," he said.

She was unaware that he had a car.

She was astonished that she hadn't been able to duplicate his key. "What happened to your car?"

"Ben borrowed it."

She had no idea who he was referring to, and she had no option but to keep him in her house. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't leave him outside the house.

It was tough for her to guide the man. Harold is the man of her dreams, and she is finally embracing him. Despite the liquor he smelled, she recognized his scent from memory. Her dream came back to her.

Harold laughs in her ear even though nothing is funny. She couldn't help but tremble and smile for no reason.

Harold unexpectedly grabbed her by the waist as she closed the door.

He lay against the door as she touched his muscular body. When she looked him in the eyes, she trembled.

"You're gorgeous, Addison, and you look seductive in your nightgowns," he teased. Because of what he said, she blushed. Her heart began to beat more quickly.

"Why do you have bruises on your face?" she asked of the man.

"I got into a fight because I was drunk."

"You turned your face into a punching bag, and why are you carrying a gun?" "Is it a license?" she asked again.

It even surprised her when he pressed his finger to her lip.

"Shh!" "Don't be too loud," he replied, laughing.

"Carrying a gun is dangerous, especially when you're drunk," she scolded Harold.

Harold grabbed her and kissed her, which startled her even more. She sighed at the man's actions. Her hand slid over his chest, and she desired to press it, but she didn't because the feeling was natural and she wanted to feel his proper kiss, not just in her dreams.

The kiss was quick, and it drowned him out of his drunkenness. Addison tried so hard that she carried Harold into the living room and put him to rest before cleaning his wound with the bruises on his face.

She couldn't help but feel concerned. What a waste of features if someone always hits Harold. He remains incredibly masculine and attractive. Any woman will enjoy it.

When she saw that Harold was OK, she left him in the living room and went to sleep in her room.

She can't sleep no matter what she tries. They share a roof. Her nightmares bothered her, and she kept thinking about Harold.

She put her finger to her lips and smiled. Someone kissed her lips for the first time, and her heart rate synced. She will pass out from the trembling. That is how she feels.

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Harold got up. He is not in his apartment but instead in the unit of his landlady. When he felt the discomfort in his face, he winced. He is experiencing difficulties recalling what happened the night before. Why is he getting punches to the face?

He was a mafia boss involved in illicit operations. Because the police were hunting for his group, they first slowed their pace. They have nothing to fear, particularly when it comes to murder. It's like flipping when they murder someone.

It must have been their opposing mafias that fought last night. They are striking out. Because of his alcohol intoxication, the adversary almost killed him. We're lucky Ben was there to rescue him, or else he would not be here today. He had become reckless. Because of his madness, he will even wreck the organization.

He took a big breath and glanced in the mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror. His face had become violet for the first time in his life, and he couldn't accept it.