Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18

Don't Lick Me

I had no idea what I was feeling at that moment. Everything was just so complicated, and I felt so

cornered and helpless. There were things that I worked so hard to decide on. There were things that I

wanted to tell him and things that I wanted to do but I couldn’t achieve any of those things and that

made me feel so powerless and pitiful. I’m such a failure…

Somewhere along my journey with Hayden, I discovered that I had developed feelings for him. Without

knowing when it started, I had fallen in love with him. It was the weirdest thing that had ever happened

to me. When I first met him, I didn’t dislike him enough to make me say that I hated him, but I was

clearly scared of him and what he might do to me. From then on, everything that he did for me

confused me. He was rough but he was kind. He punished me for everything just to tease me and I

ended up feeding off of the pleasure that he fed to me.

Before I knew it, he became an addiction that I wouldn’t dare tell anyone about. He doesn’t say much

but when he laughs or is in a good mood, he can easily light up my world. When I think about our future

together and all the obstacles that will come our way, it scared me enough to keep me up all night.

However, it scared me more when I thought of having a future without him in it.

I love Hayden and if he would just give me a chance, I’ll say it…properly…

The sound of fabric tearing brought me back to my senses. My body had been responding instinctively

to the desire that he invoked within me. My core throbbed with my desire to have him inside of me as

my pussy leaked out so much wetness that my panties were already soaked with the juices of my

arousal. Incoherent moans escaped my lips before I cried out at the sensation of Hayden ripping the

front of my dress to shreds before his hands peeled away the cups of my bra to squeeze and pump my

naked breasts directly.

“Hay…den…” I called his name softly.

Suddenly, Hayden froze on top of me, and he had a strange expression on his face as his eyes stared

at mine. Why did he have that expression on his face? He seemed shocked and very confused at the

same time before an expression of pure sorrow and regret took over his angelic features. Why is he

looking at me this way?

Slowly his hands left my breasts, and his beautiful long fingers approached my face. I watched as his

fingers came closer until I felt the warmth of his fingertips on my cheek.

“Why are you crying, Malissa?” Hayden asked as his fingertips wiped away the teardrop from my

cheek.

When did I start crying? Why am I crying? Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

I glanced down before I blinked. More tears slid down my cheeks and this time I knew that I had started

crying for certain. Hayden seemed extremely shocked that I was suddenly crying. I was equally

shocked that my tears were pouring out uncontrollably as I began to sob.

“I don’t know…you won’t…listen…to me…” I said in a voice that sounded so broken as my words came

out mixed with my sobs.

Hayden’s face immediately softened as his hands left my body and he got off me. I continued sobbing

even when he wrapped his arms around my body and lifted me into a sitting position. It had gotten

harder for me to breath since I was crying so sitting up helped a lot with that. Maybe Hayden knew this

or maybe he was just trying to comfort me, but he ended up hugging me in his arms as I leaned my

body back against his.

“Don’t cry, please. Did I scare you?” Hayden coaxed softly into my ear.

His voice was so gentle, and it was like he had changed into a completely different person. Was it

because he saw me crying? His hand stroked my hair comfortingly as he began kissing my tears away.

I tried my best to stifle my sobs. I wasn’t crying because I wanted him to be nice to me or to comfort

me. All I wanted was for him to listen to me and take me seriously.

I nodded in response to his question. His anger did scare me; however, that wasn’t why I was crying. I

wasn’t crying because of him but I was just so mad at myself for being so useless. I had no idea how to

explain this to him and there were more pressing matters that I had to discuss with him. I sucked in a

deep breath as I tried to gather both myself and my thoughts.

Hayden’s large hand stroked my head as he cradled me in his arms as if I was a small young girl. It felt

strange for him to handle me so gently, but this wasn’t the first time that he comforted me. The way he

held me and made me feel safe reminded me of how he was there for me when my grandmother

passed away. I didn’t have anyone at all back then, all I had was Hayden. He was the only one by my

side.

“Hayden…please listen to me…please…” I pleaded softly.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll listen. So, stop crying now,” Hayden replied before he kissed my forehead

softly.

I nodded my head in agreement. It wasn’t like I wanted to cry my eyes out in front of him either. Hayden

smiled a relieved smile at me before his face came very close to me. I closed my eyes tightly when I

thought that he was going to kiss me again. It wasn’t like I minded his kisses, but I just didn’t think that

it was the time for that right now. The sensation of something warm and wet tracing along the side of

my face told me that I was wrong. My eyes snapped opened in shock when I realized that Hayden was

softly licking up my tears.

“Don’t lick me…” I muttered.

--To be continued…