All Chapters of Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AaronHere's a fun fact about me,Paperwork is my personal hell.Everyone thinks that just because I'm a mob boss, I don't have to do it, but that is a completely false narrative pushed on by shitty TV shows and The Godfather.The mob is an organised crime syndicate.Emphasis on organised.And like many organised crime syndicates, you don’t get to the top by just doing the exciting stuff all the time. You get there by doing the boring stuff too. Tracking shipments, making sure money moves cleaner than the hands that earned it and many more duties that I'd much rather drink arsenic than do.Every deal, every property, every “investment” needs my signature to get approved. Each transfer sent to our offshore accounts or Shell companies has to first pass through my table before seeing the light of day.I flip a page of one of the files on my table, my jaw tightening as the smell of stale ink filters up my nose. My desk is crowded with mountains of files. Tax documents. Insurance policies

Aaron.The kiss starts slow; at first, my lips on hers gently pry them apart, making sure she knows how easily her words have struck a match in my soul.But then she lets out a soft sound against my mouth, and every good intention I had about keeping this soft and sweet goes straight out the window.My hand tightens at her waist, pulling her closer until there's barely an inch left between our bodies, and I can feel every point where her soft curves glide against my chest.Fuck me.I've missed this. Her. Us.My fingers sink into her hair, massaging her skull as I work my lips over hers, kissing her deeper, harder.Another soft moan escapes her, and my heart lurches when she rises on her toes, wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls me closer, kissing me back with just as much passion.I rip my lips away just as her tongue sweeps into my mouth and drop my head against the crook of her shoulder."Aaron," she says, sounding disappointed, "What's wrong?"I shake my head, "Nothing." "The

Elle“Are you really not going to tell me where we’re going?” I ask Aaron for what is most definitely the hundredth time since we got into the car.The corner of his lips curls up just the slightest as he shakes his head, once again choosing silence.So far, I've spent the last 30 minutes trying to get him to tell me where we’re going, but I’ve done a shit job not only of getting him to talk but also of putting my mind at ease.And not to mention, I was going crazy with guessing.At first, I thought it was going to be something casual but still tasteful but that thought went straight out the window the second I laid eyes on the dress he sent for me.Maureen brought it in this morning and I couldn’t help but marvel at the deep emerald fabric she held up for me to try.The dress was beautiful but most importantly it fit me like a glove, clinging to my curves and providing a warm contrast against my skin. It made me feel sexy and the look Aaron gave me when I first stepped out in it only

Aaron.I suck in a sharp breath as the most beautiful woman I have ever seen decides to pull a move that renders me entirely speechless.She steps over her towel, lightly kicking it to the side so she can move closer and if by some miracle I was still breathing before, I sure as hell am not breathing now.Her name leaves my lips on an exhale and she looks up at me with doe-like eyes that render me powerless.“I don’t want to go to bed.” She says, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper.Another man, a stronger man, would take the tremble in her jaw as a sign that she's not ready and leave this closet.But I am not that man.For her, I am weak. So fucking weak.It takes everything for me to walk to her and not run and kiss her like the deranged man that I probably am.I could touch her if I wanted to but I don’t. I wait for her to come to me.Her chest rises and falls with shuddering breaths and I take in the sight of her tight nipple peaking up at me, practically begging for me to p

Elle.My heart is about to explode.That’s the only explanation as to why it’s beating so fast.Aaron is inside me, and I almost wish I could say the reality doesn’t measure up to the wild expectations I’d built in my head. But it does. If anything, it surpasses them completely.“Fuck, baby,”Fuck is right.I feel so full. His cock is stretching me in the most delicious way and I have no idea how to deal with the strain except by moving away or at the very least trying to.But he stops me. His hands leave the mattress and slide under my hips, digging his fingers in my skin with a possessive strength I’m sure is going to cause a bruise later but I don’t care. I like that it hurts."Don't move," he grunts, “Stay right here and take it.” He pulls back so he can sit on his heels, my legs spread over his thighs. I’m completely open to him. So open that he can see his cock sliding in and out of my wet cunt without even trying.His thrusts are agonisingly deep, like he’s trying to reach a p