IL Possesso Angelico Della Mafia |✅| # 1 Cavalliere

CHAPTER 37-RICH BITCH

I sat on the floor thinking about feelings and shit but I'm a big girl and I got this shit handled.

I stood up pulling myself together and got dressed in a white lace shorts, a nude coloured halter neck crop top and nude sandal heels.

I touched up my curls adding lip balm and grabbed my necessities.

I walked downstairs and saw everyone looking at me.

"Where are you going dressed like a prostitute?" Dicky snickered at her own comment.

"The place where you belong." I retorted casually.

I strutted past everyone towards the elevator going underground.

I climbed into my lamborghini and drove towards the mall.

Time to give myself a new look.

I strolled in Victoria's secret buying me loads of lace undergarments.

I stopped at some stores buying different pairs of black, red, white and nude coloured red bottom designer heels.

I bought different coloured lace shorts, halter neck crop tops and I bought myself a curling iron, hair dryer and a hair straightener so that I don't have to 'borrow' my sister's.

I bought different colored skinny jeans, body suits, biker jackets, and high heeled ankle booties.

I bought different pairs of thigh high leather boots, knee high boots, different coloured tight fitted leather skirts and leather dresses not to forget mid thigh biker dresses.

After my shopping spree it was rather late and I walked towards a cute Indian diner and ordered me 3 chicken samosa's, falooda, a plate of akhni and a shwarma to go.

I got my food and sat in the food court eating like the loner that I am but I busied myself by playing games.

I finished my food because I shopped for hours which meant I missed dinner. I should've spoiled myself a long time ago.

I carried all of my bags which was probably more than 20 bags but I made It work. It was somewhat heavy though. I also had to cover my face because of the paparazzi snapping photos making the task at hand even more difficult than it already is.

They can atleast help me carry my bags, but nooooo they are assholes that will always turn a mountain into a mole hill, exaggerating about someone's life.

I placed my bags in car trunk which was filled with all my new clothing. These clothing were fucking expensive but didn't even dent my credit card.

Perks of being a rich bitch.

More like perks of being an assassin.

I drove home listening to bitches & marijuana by Chris Brown. It's a somewhat old song but it's gooood.

I arrived home parked my car and somewhat struggled to carry all my bags.

I finally made it to my room and I kicked off my heels setting my bags aside falling face first on my bed.

I stood up after a while removing my clothing getting under the blankets with my underwear to tired to change.

I was about to turn off my light when none other than Blake walked in. I sat silently eyeing his movements. He plopped down on the bed next to me pulling me flush against his chest.

"How long are we going to keep doing this? " I asked irritated tilting my head up so that I can narrow my eyes at him.

"I don't know, my angel, I don't know." He rubbed my bare back gripping the hook of my bra.

I sat up pushing him away crossing my arms over my chest "You should leave, your always going to be with her at the end of the day." I told him coldly.

"But your the only one I want to be with." He retorted and I scoffed.

"I'm nobody's second option Blake, not even yours." I grumbled.

"You will always be my first mia amore." He stated.

"You are La mia regina della regina." He mumbled placing a lingering kiss on the crown of my head (My queen of queens)

"IL mio gioiello. " He kissed my forehead. (my jewel)

"La mia debolezza." He kissed both my cheeks. (my weakness)

"IL mio prezioso. " He placed a lingering kiss on my lips. (My precious).

I stared directly into his dark grey eyes which turned almost black with the different emotions swimming in it.

He placed his rough hand on my skin caressing my cheek and I involuntary leaned into his touch.

He leaned in kissing from my shoulder upto my neck.

"I hate seeing you with someone else." He whispered huskily against my neck.

"Welcome to the club." I murmured sarcasm laced in my voice. I arched my neck giving him more access to place his sensual kisses on.

Why oh why, do I always give in to him?

"Oh and I also taught the guys at the party that kissed you a very good lesson." He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

Finally! He placed his warm lips on mine, the kiss was sweet and gentle making me want more.

I abruptly pushed him away moving backwards on the bed, my half naked glory on display.

He growled with lust in his eyes and pulled me closer by my ankle. He gripped the bottom of my thigh smashing his lips to mine, instead this time of sweet and gentle it was rough and possessive.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back with equal force. He cupped my butt pulling me against his already awake erection.

"We should stop." He murmured in between kisses. I only nodded my head, my heart rate going wild and I think I'm sweating I'm not sure why he hasn't let go of my sweaty body yet.

"One day, I won't be able to stop." He said in a raspy voice which made my stomach clench.

"When that 'one day' comes, I don't think I will let you stop." I said breathless.

"Go Blake." I said kissing his lips.

"I don't want to." He whined making me chuckle.

Before he could leave I attached my lips to his neck sucking on his sweet spot marking my territory.

possessive much?

With a guy like Blake it has to be known that his taken.

"I hope Dicktoria sees that." I pointed to his neck.

"I really like that nickname you gave her." He chuckled.

He kissed my forehead leaving out the door and I ran towards the shower my tiredness long gone.

I Dried my body not feeling for getting dressed, sleeping in my birthday suit.

I laid down in bed feeling relaxed and calm.

I thought about the events that happened minutes ago in this very room making me literally blush like an idiot at the extreme make out session we just had. Wow! I just blushed because of a guy.

Not just any guy Its Blake Fucking Knight.

His a fucking good kisser.

I definitely cannot argue with that.

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