Mafia Desire novel (Ava and Andrew)

Chapter 37

Ava's POV

I opened my eyes to find the sun shining directly on me. In pain, I squinted and groaned.

I turned my head away from the sun to allow my eyes to adjust.

I felt a familiar bed beneath me and looked up to see that I was in a familiar room. I was in Andrew's room, which was black and sleek with modern furniture.

When I tried to sit up, I felt a sharp pain on the side of my chest and stopped immediately.

I returned my head to the pillow and took a moment to examine myself. The covers covered most of my body, but I could tell my upper body was wrapped in a bandage and my lower stomach was wrapped in another tight bandage.

I must be looking very attractive right now.

I looked around the room for Andrew; he needed to be okay. He was the last person I saw before blacking out, and I couldn't remember what happened or even if what I saw was real.

I was a little disappointed he wasn't in the room with me because I had only blacked out the night before and he couldn't wait for me to wake up.

"An-Andrew," I mumbled quietly, my chest clenching in pain as I spoke.

There was no response. If he was going to hear me, I needed to be louder.

"ANDREW." I yelled with all my might, causing my chest to erupt in sharp pain.

I hoped it was Andrew when I heard someone run down the halls. The bedroom door flew open, revealing Andrew. He dashed over to the bed and knelt. "Are you all right, kitten?" He spoke softly.

When I looked at him, I noticed that he had bags under his eyes, that his lips were pale, and that his eyes were droopy. He had a terrible appearance. "Are you okay, Andrew?" I inquired, concerned.

"You're the one who's been unconscious for three days and you're asking me how I'm doing," he chuckled.

"3 days?" I tried to sit up but couldn't because of the excruciating pain on the side of my stomach.

"Wow, calm down over there." Andrew spoke up, his eyes clearly concerned and tired.

I relaxed when he placed his hand on my shoulder. His touch warmed my body and gave me an unknown strength I didn't know I possessed.

"Andrew?" I asked, my gaze fixed on him.

"Yes, kitten." He said this while staring at me with his hypnotic green eyes.

"What happened?"

Andrew sighed and turned to face me, almost defeated. "We were at the ball, and then Robert got you, and you managed to escape. You almost died, but the doctor saved you, and you've been sleeping for three days; the doctor told me you might not wake up."

I put my hand on his face because he looked so vulnerable right now. His eyes were glossy, and he barely appeared to be alive. Did I really have that much influence on him?

"You could have survived without me, Andrew." I stroked his cheek with my thumb.

"No, I wouldn't have, Ava, I need you in my life." Andrew responded by closing his eyes and leaning in for a kiss.

"I promised you I'd keep you safe, but I failed." I allowed this to happen to you, and I will never forgive myself for what he did to you." Andrew stated.

I closed my eyes and tried to forget what Robert had done to me. It was like Sylvester all over again, only worse.

My breathing became labored, and a small tear escaped my eyes and trickled down my cheek. I tried to keep it together, but as soon as I felt the tear, I burst into tears.

"Ava, What happened? Are you all right?" Andrew asked, standing up and cupping his hands around my face.

"It was like the second time, only worse." In between sobs, I managed to say.

"Ava, you need to talk to me, and for the second time about what?" Andrew inquired.

I took a deep breath and stopped crying. I trusted Andrew and wanted him to be aware of everything that had occurred.

"When I was 15, my father got into trouble with some gangs and sold me to a man as payment." The man took me and drugged and raped me for the first few weeks. I quickly realized what was going on, and when I refused to do certain things for him, he would beat me, usually until I was unconscious. So I stopped refusing him and danced at his club for three years until I was able to escape." I said. "Jesus kitten, you shouldn't have been through that," Andrew's eyes erupted in rage as he tried to remain calm. You are too valuable for this world." Andrew stated.

I realized how much I needed him as he stroked my hair. He was the only person I trusted with the entire story, and I'd never felt safer than in his arms.

"I need you in my life, Andrew." You can't abandon me." I admitted that I was at ease being vulnerable in his presence. In such a short time, he had become the center of my life, something I had never realized I needed but now couldn't live without.

He looked me in the eyes and said, "I will never leave your side." And I'll never be able to forgive myself for putting you in danger." He replied, his voice confident.

"It wasn't your fault, I am stronger now, and I am pretty sure I killed Robert," I said, shaking my head.

"You killed Robert?" Andrew exclaimed as he removed his hand from my hair. He inquired.

"Yeah, I shot him in the stomach, and no one else was in the warehouse." I replied, my attention no longer on Andrew, but on getting out of bed.

"Fuck." Andrew swore.

"I know it w-" I began. "You can't be near me any longer." Before I could finish my sentence, Andrew interrupted.

My pupils dilated as I watched Andrew begin to walk away from me. My heart began to ache as I realized what he had just said. I had just opened up to him and he was leaving me, despite his promise not to. "ANDREW JAYSON, I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU FUCKING WALK AWAY FROM ME. GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE. NOW." Despite the fact that my body was in excruciating pain, I screamed. I wasn't going to let him leave without an explanation.

He came to a halt but did not turn around to face me. "What on earth are you talking about?" I insisted.

"I couldn't keep you safe, so I put you in a situation where you had to murder someone. I'm destroying you." His voice was raspy as he responded. "Andrew, please come here." I spoke in a hushed tone. My heart stopped breaking as I realized he was simply afraid of his influence on me.

Andrew sighed and walked back over to the bed, taking a seat at the foot of it.

"If Robert died, he got exactly what he deserved. I would have just let him use me before you, but you gave me strength. Andrew, you are the only reason I escaped alive. Don't blame yourself; you didn't tell me to pull the trigger; I did it myself." I said as I reached for his hand.

He raised his hand and extended it to me. His touch sent electricity coursing through my entire body. "I've never been so scared in my life as I was when he took you."

"I understand, but I'm here now." "I'm not going anywhere." With a smile, I responded.

"Ava?" He said as he stood up and sat down next to me on the bed.

"Yes," I said as I looked at him.

"I really missed you." He stated.

My heart leaped out of my chest as my breathing stopped.

I smiled and locked my gaze on his emerald green eyes.

"I missed you too."

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I had been awake for about a week and was almost fully recovered. Andrew had gone to the warehouse where Robert had been keeping me and Robert was discovered dead. With Robert dead, their Mafia was without a leader, and after much yelling, Andrew and Travis both agreed that Travis would take the "throne."

The two Mafias were no longer at odds with Travis as the don. Andrew and Travis had become friends after Andrew discovered Travis was interested in Charis, much to my surprise.

Even though I could walk and do normal things without pain, I was able to get downstairs without pain. So Andrew would always bring me food in bed, and right now he was downstairs making me one of his omelets, and I was determined to go downstairs.

I got out of bed and began walking towards the bedroom door, which I opened and walked out into the hallway. I found myself at the top of the stairs, counted to three, and attempted to walk down the stairs. No pain, just one step.

No pain in five steps.

No pain in fifteen steps.

No pain at the bottom of the stairs.

I had gotten down the stairs without any pain or discomfort. I dashed into the kitchen and discovered Andrew cooking.

"Andrew." I yelped with delight.

He turned around and made a sour face at me. "I walked down the stairs without any pain." I said, skipping over to him and kissing his cheek.

"What are you doing getting out of bed?" Andrew inquired, a scowl on his face.

"When I said, 'I walked down the stairs with no pain at all,' you should have said, 'OMG really Ava, I am so proud of you.""

"Return upstairs and remain there." Andrew said in a stern tone, but I ignored him.

"No," I said as I walked over to the refrigerator.

"No?" He inquired, unaccustomed to being defied.

"Yep, No. I want to stay here, so I will, and there is nothing you can do to stop me." I said as I reached for some strawberries.

"Kitten, you shouldn't have said that." Andrew spoke in a deep, raspy voice.

When I turned to face him, he had already picked me up by the hips and was walking to the stairs. I laughed and wrapped my legs around his hips, staring into his deep green eyes that had turned deep jade. As my lips hovered over his, a smirk appeared on his face. He carried me up the stairs and into his room. I was teasing him as he closed his door and shoved me against the wall, my lips still only millimeters away from his. I moved my head to his ear and taunted him "If you don't want to kiss me, I'll find someone who will." I shifted my gaze away from his ear and toward his face.

His eyes had turned dark and lustful. He pressed his lips against mine and drew my body closer to his, leaving no space for air. "You are mine and mine alone." He groaned as he inserted his tongue into my mouth and trailed his hand down to my ass. I wrapped my hands in his hair as he squeezed my a$$, leaving me to moan softly.

My hands roamed his body, feeling him all over, and tangled one of my hands in his hair, tugging on it and causing him to groan the smallest amount each time. He used one arm to keep me against the wall and the other to trail from my stomach to my neck as I explored his body, before wrapping his hand around my neck.

"No man will ever make you feel this way except me." He spoke in hushed tones, knowing that I understood what he was saying.

He was the only man capable of making me feel this level of pleasure and perfection. The aching sensation in my core became too much as Andrew's kisses became sloppier and heavier, making me feel like I'd never felt before.

My other hand trailed under his shirt, lifting it off his chest and revealing his God-like body. I wrapped my arm around his back and drew him in closer, craving his skin on mine.

Andrew ripped my shirt off in one swift motion, revealing my black lace bra. My chest rose and fell as I panted from the amount of air he had taken from my lungs, making me want to do things I would never say aloud.

"Fucking stunning." He growled before slamming hot, wet kisses on my neck.

I cocked my head to the side, allowing him more access to my neck as he sucked and kissed my soft spot, causing me to moan. He carried me away from the wall and to the bed, where he positioned himself on top of me.

I drew his waist closer to mine, feeling his long and hard length on my inner thigh, my legs still on his waist. I rolled my waist against his cock, hoping for some friction to alleviate my desire for him.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, pulling his finger away from my lips. He hummed, his voice lustful and deep.

"Please, Andrew." I pleaded, leaving no room for doubt.

"I'll do anything for you, kitten." He groaned as he continued his flawless torture.

He pressed his lips against mine as he took his hands off my back, allowing them to trail down my stomach to my inner thighs. I could already feel a pool of wetness in my underwear because I wanted him so badly.

He unbuttoned my pants and removed my legs from around his waist, stripping them from my legs. "Fuck," he says under his breath as he pulls away to look at me, half naked, laying in his bed.

He climbed on top of me, his hand trailing to my gap. I stroked my folds while biting my lip to keep my pleasure moans at bay.

"You're too wet for me." He said in hushed tone.

I gasped as he inserted one of his fingers into me, but then I began to moan as he pumped his fingers in and out. Pleasure began to take over my body as he rubbed my delicate folds with two fingers, and I shivered at his every touch.

"Andr-" I exclaimed, unable to control what I was saying.

"Cum for me." Andrew growled, pumping his fingers faster, inducing euphoric pleasure in my body. I moaned his name as I obeyed his command. My body pressed against his as I arched my back and let go. "So obedient, now you're going to pay for that little stunt downstairs," Andrew said with a devilish grin.

He removed my bra and proceeded to attack my breasts, massaging one with his hand and sucking the other with his mouth. He squeezed my hardened nipple while paying equal attention to both, making me moan in bliss. He pressed his fully clothed waist against my open legs, allowing me to feel how tough and long he was.

"Andrew, please..." I cried out. "Please what?" His mouth left my tit and hovered over my lip as he asked. "I need you in me." I begged, looking into his now-dark eyes.

Andrew smirked before attacking my lips and yanking his pants and boxers down, his lips never leaving mine. "I'm taking pills." In between breaths, I gasped. Teasing me, he lowered himself on me, bringing his length to my entrance.

I scratched his back, attempting to draw him into me, but he had pinned both my arms above my head in one swift movement. "You won't be able to walk for a week after I finish with you." His voice was deep and raspy as he whispered into my ear.

He leaned back from my ear and rammed his cock into me. My legs were already shaking as I screamed in delight. As I moaned his name, Andrew growled and pushed himself deeper inside of me. "You're so tight, kitten."

Our bodies moved in perfect sync, my bare chest on his as he thrust into me, sweat and sticky wetness all over both of us as I had never felt so perfect with someone.

He let go of my hands above my head, allowing me to touch him. I dug my nails into his back as he continued to thrust himself, each time sending a rush of euphoria through my body. Andrew and I both felt ourselves being pushed to the brink of bliss.

"You will not come unless I tell you to." He mumbled. I tried everything I could to hold back my release but failed when he rubbed my clit in the most perfect way.

I ran the length of him, screaming his name and letting the perfect sensation wash over me. "Fuck," Andrew muttered. I felt him cum and let his heat fill my insides. He dragged himself out and sat down beside

me.

I rest my head on his chest and wrap my legs around him, closing my eyes and allowing myself to be enveloped in darkness.