Mr. Mobster
#Love is Never Wrong
Mr. Mafia 75's
️The warning of this chapter contains adult elements, please be wise in determining the reading, according to your age!
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Irene gasped for such treatment, her mouth silenced by a burly hand, she could not see clearly who would dare to do this to her. The man brought his face closer to Irene, so that the woman could easily feel the sweeping breath coming down his face. The smell of mint he knew smelled easily on his nose.
'Who is he'
Irene asked in her heart. He closed his eyes to see who had ambushed him in Mark's room. As Irene tried to revolt, the person's body seemed to tighten up their body until it seemed united and could not be separated.
Then the figure deliberately breathed into Irene's ears, making the woman's hair goosebumps made.
"Why did you come in here, Miss?" hiss the figure, right in Irene's ears. A voice that was familiar to him. Yes ... That's Mark's voice, the person he wants to see up close. Because her mouth was smothered strongly, Irene could not reply to the man's words. Mark buried his body more and more in Irene, until it was as if he was inseparable.
"I'm a normal man, Miss," whispered the man, making Irene's skin look cold. "A cat, will become aggressive if given fish" he added.
The man snorted— exhaling air from his nose swept across Irene—'s face the woman's heart was getting speedy, and a strange taste spread in her brain. He really wants to be with Mark right now. The strange feeling grew bigger when he saw the figure. But of course for the sake of his dignity and dignity as a lover of Kian, he must be required to be a high-class woman who cannot, not even begging for love to the men of Kian.
Mark pulled Irene's body close to the bed and threw her away. Without any bad taste, the man immediately hit— Irene's body, locking the woman's hands on both sides of her head.
"What are you doing?" hiss Irene, wiry.
"Isn't sleeping with me the thing you want, Miss?!" said Mark.
Irene was struggling as much as she could, but her heart really wanted to, and even her brain was filled about Mark, the woman could not deny it.
"What kind of empty muzzle is this?!" his curse hides his hidden desire.
Mark chuckled for a moment to hear a high-pitched sentence from Irene, then he buried his lips in the direction of—bibir Irene. Initially only a gentle dance on Mark's tongue was not ignored by the woman, but it was very contrary to his conscience, he welcomed by taking a sip part of the man's sense of taste. The originally soft touch turned rough and haphazard. But this is what Irene wanted.
Jari–jemari Mark began to dance and curl on the surface of the white and smooth skin of Irene, to create strange stings that spread from within Irene, how long he was untouched, he said, how long has he never felt the warmth of a man. Until without making a beautiful shrill sound out of Irene's lips, which makes Mark more become and more excited.
When Mark wanted to open one by one Irene's body-covering cloth, the woman suddenly regained consciousness. Then thrashed back and pushed the sturdy body away. Of course, the impulse that is not strong enough, is very insignificant for men who are used to exercising it. It was so futile, the roar from Irene did not make Mark retreat at all.
"What ...what do you want?" Irene said her voice was hoarse, so it was almost inaudible, but because the room was quiet and soundproof from the outside, no matter how small the sound Irene made, although faint, it was, Mark could hear clearly.
"You have raised me, Miss. Now you have to answer for it!" his reply.
Irene's eyes immediately widened because of Mark's words, since when he could say like this, was not he just a robot expressionless who always obeyed his boss, Kian. Then what is this?
"Why are you looking at me like that? I am a human being, having a taste, even a lust even though I still have it, and now you come to me willingly. Of course I welcome him with great joy." Mark said softly.
"Are you not sane!" irene, with but behind the swear sentence was not tucked words of anger.
Mark again launches the action, stripping off any cloth attached to Irene's body, and the woman refuses to prevent it. It really made it easy for Mark, and now they're both as innocent as a baby without a piece of cloth blocking their sight.
Things that shouldn't have happened, finally—happened. They were united in a long-buried tangle of desire, dancing on foam as if a white cloud were the base, until the sweat of corn-seed soaked their bodies, and reached the peak of nirvana together, and they were able to, with a raucous voice arch wrapped in napsu.
As Mark regained his senses and gasped at the end of this, he ruffled his hair, Mark sitting next to Irene who had grabbed a blanket to cover his body to the chest.
'What have I done!'
Mark cursed himself, he betrayed the man he had been disinclined about all this time. Kian ... Yeah, that name. How can he fuck Irene who incidentally is Kian's lover. He should have protected Irene, not enjoyed the paradise of the world with the woman beside him.
He quickly picked up his clothes that were scattered on the floor. But Irene deftly pulled Mark's hand until he turned around and looked at the beautiful woman. It was as if he knew what Mark was going to do.
"Are you sorry?" ask Irene Irene.
Mark quickly shook his head, then said no less quietly, "I have betrayed my boss, I must admit it."
Irene's bead almost slipped out of place when she heard Mark's regret for Kian.
"No. No. No, let me admit it. If Kian kills me, I'll iklas .. if you survive." Irene prevented Mark.
"No, it's my fault," tangled Mark.
Irene had to bother to stand up, so that her innocent body could be exposed freely, and could be seen again by Mark.
Mark started to put on his shirt, and prepared to meet Kian, as the man was about to walk out, Irene suddenly hugged his body from behind.
"I love you, Mark!" she cried with tears.
Hearing that, Mark was shocked to the point of being unable to say anything. He turned his body to look at Irene's face, with both hands he wiped away the woman's tears with a mouthful of tenderness.
"You calm down, Boss Kian won't kill me." Mark broke free and walked out of his room leaving Irene unable to hold the man back.
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