Chapter 48: I Don't Do A Girlfriend

Chapter 48: I Don't Do A Girlfriend

Abigail

“Do you make breakfast for all your girlfriends?” I teased, the corner of my lip turning up into a small smirk and he slowed down his eating, not meeting my eyes.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“Exactly what I said.” He just kept eating.

“Answer me, Luciano.”

I didn't care about his response but I found it weird that he got so quiet all of a sudden.

“I don't have a girlfriend.” He muttered, it was my own turn to frown now.

“You have never had a girlfriend?” I asked and he shook his head.

“Why not?”

“I never wanted to be with someone in that way.” He shrugged.

“But what about me?”

“Abigail, you know you are the most important thing to me, obviously, you are the one and only exception.” He said and this time, he met my eyes. I smiled at him and pecked his lips.

“Really?”

“Always, my angel.”

We continued eating in silence and when we were done, I asked if I could go to the mall for a while. I know it sounds weird that I have to ask him but being involved in the mafia makes him extremely protective and he needs to know where I am at all times. I don't mind it, I like that side of him. It was his dominant, possessive and dangerous side that made my panties wet and it was what made me weak for him.

After a little convincing, he agreed to let me go if he was going with me and a few of his men. But they would be outside the mall, he was careful with not making us stand out in public, although his handsome looks always got attention.

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“What do you think about this one?” I turned in front of him where he stood by the door to the dressing room, watching me as I looked at my own figure in the big mirror. I looked at him through the mirror, his eyes moved down my body slowly.

“You look gorgeous, baby.”
I smiled at him and went back to watching my own reflection. The dress was beautiful, rather simple but it showed my curves in all the right places, hugging my figure perfectly and it was in a beautiful dark blue color.

“You don't think it shows too much?” I said, frowning as my eyes observed my breasts that were on the verge of showing a bit too much cleavage.

“Then you will only wear it for me.” I chuckled and tilted my head as I looked at him.

“I rarely have a say on clothes when it is just us anyways. Do I?” He smirked and walked closer to stand behind me.

I followed his every movement in the mirror, he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and my neck bow fully visible for him. He leaned his head down and I felt his breath on my neck, it gave me a shiver.

“I wouldn't mind ripping this off your before I fuck you into oblivion though.” His fingers played with the shoulder strap of the dress and his light touch sent a wave of electricity through my body. He smacked my ass, making me gasp and he chuckled at my reaction.

“Show me the next one.”

He turned and leaned his back on the lock door again, his arms folded over his chest. He wasn't wearing his usual outfit that contained dress pants and a suit. Instead, he wore more casual clothes, a t-shirt and loose jeans. In a way, this relaxed style made him look even sexier. I had brought a matching set of lingerie with me into the dressing room, it was a lace bra matched with lace panties. But it didn't stop there, the panties had garter, wrapping around my waist and each thigh. I owned one of these but had never used it.

I took them off the hanger and changed into them, my back to him but I saw his jaw clenching in the mirror when I took it off the dress along with my underwear. I turned to him as I put on the set of underwear, he intently followed my every move and when I secured the garter correctly around my thigh, I stood up straight and looked up at him, waiting for his reaction. But he stayed quiet, just staring at my legs, the garter to be precise.

“What do you think?”

His eyes darted up to meet mine, he stepped forward slowly and leaned down closer to my face.

“I think I want to be inside you right now.” He said and my stomach turned at his words but it would be too much of a risk and our plan on keeping it low would be ruined.

“Well, you can't. I am not having sex with you in the dressing room.” He chuckled.

“But you let me finger you in front of my brother.” He reminded me and I raised my eyebrows.

“That wasn't intentional.” he hummed, his eyes once again taking in my body.

“Fine, I won't fuck you then.” He assured me and a wave of disappointment hit me even though I was the one telling him that we weren't doing it.

“Fine,” I mumbled.

I turned around and bent over, unstrapping the garter. I heard a growl behind me, I smirked to myself. I am enjoying making him irritated.

When we arrived at his house, we walked inside. I decided to take a shower before making myself ready for an early dinner. Some of his men were coming over to discuss something important. I told him that I could go home, not wanting to disturb their meeting but he insisted that I stayed. I put the shopping bags on the bed and went into the shower, taking off my clothes before turning on the shower. I exhaled when I stepped under the water, letting it warm up my body. I found it so calming to shower, hearing nothing but the sound of the water hitting the ground but I couldn't enjoy the silence for long. After ten minutes, I heard the glass door slide open behind me and before I got the chance to turn around, I felt arms wrapped around me and from the corner of my eye I could see him and his chin resting on my shoulder.

My lips formed a small smile when he left a soft kiss on my neck, I let out a tiny squeal when he reached my weak spot and he chuckled against my skin. The vibration went right through his chest and into my body, his hands were on my hips and waist, pulling me closer. The feeling of his dick on the small of my back made me grow more aroused and when he abruptly turned me around and pushed me flat on the wall, I gaped. His lips aggressively attacked mine as his hands began going lower, moving below my waist and the water ran down our bodies.

“What are you doing?” I breathed against his lips.

His head moved to the side of my head, his lips nibbling on my ear and making my lips part.

“I am going to fuck you, of course.” He uttered in a hushed tone.