I Am My Mafia Stepbrothers Flaw

Chapter 3

PEGGY'S POV

When I opened the door to the guest bathroom to get rid of the orange juice and red wine that had spill on my dress but i was in the males bathroom. I immediately felt bad about it.

I wanted to go back and aske for direction from the cute server to find a different bathroom. I could close the door and run away, but that would mean I had lost because Axel Dawson was right there washing the blood off his hand.

His dark grey eyes looked at me with irritation as I bravely went into the toilet and shut the door behind me, putting myself in the same room as a real wild animal. There was an angry grunt deep in his throat, but he didn't say anything else.

He just went back to washing his hands. He had taken off his rings and watch and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, showing tense, swollen muscle under his golden-tanned skin.

I didn't like how my desire for him burned in my lower belly like fire, but I had to keep telling myself that I didn't want what happened last time to happen again.

While Axel washed his hands slowly, my bladder felt like it was going to burst. There was thick red blood moving around the sink's drain. My throat got tight.

This time, who's life did he end? Even though I knew it was probably stupid to be by myself with a convicted killer and hardened criminal, my pride and ego got in the way.

After dropping my glass of sweet wine on the granite-top washbasin, I picked the stall that was the farthest from him and took my time going to the toilet. When I came out, he was still there, drying his hands and putting on his watch.

Even though my face turned into a frown, I didn't pay attention to him and went to wash my hands. His eyes were close to my face.

It caused the air around me to feel thick, heavy, and bad. "Why did you have to kill him ?" I asked when the air became tensed.

"Did you know what he said about you?" the dark, lazy eyes asked me.I went cold. "What?" I shrugged, training my face into a frightening look of indifference.

"I don't care."i said looking away.

"Well, I care," he said in that deep voice that made my heart beat faster. "He said you two attend same school, and you are easy to get along with, and have the most enjoyable p***y on campus." As I held my hands together, they were shaking.

I looked hard in my memory to remember the scared young man, but I couldn't. Did we really go to the same school? Did he really know who I was? Shut up!

"Do you see how that could be a problem?"he said.

I faked apathy by shrugging again.

"Axel, I don't see anything." Also, why do you care? Leave me alone—” The word stuck in my throat because Axel was standing behind me. He gave off a chilling, angry vibe that made my bones ache and my teeth chatter.

That will be hard for you, Micetta, because you're now part of the family and have a reputation to hold up. I can't let our friends and foes think that we can't control our women.Anger and rage filled my stomach and made it drop. That sounds like a lot of work to me.

I'm not a part of you guys, okay? Let's get that straight. I'm only here for my mother, and I have no plans to hang out with your family again after today.

"That shouldn't be yours to decide."

It broke my heart. "W-what do you mean?" "You know you can't keep whoring around, you need to fix up and act like a respectable woman.

" You'll be turning away possible mates if you don't. "What if I don't want people who might want to marry me?" He was getting closer and closer to me, so my voice was small and tight.

When I tried to stand up straighter, I could feel his chest brush against my back. I could almost taste his scent on my lips.

"That's too bad, mia Peggy." It made me swallow. Why did he say that? What made him sound that way?

"I mean it." "I can't-"

"These dresses that make you look like an easy catch can't be worn all the time." Even though that goes against what you're really like.

"And what am I?" I asked.

My ponytail was pulled tight. He had my hair wrapped around his hand, and it felt like something was turning me inside out.

As I slowly got out of his grip, I kept a blank face as I turned around to face him. Christ he was he more cute sering him from a close rang and seeing his dark green eyes lock on mine made my heart skip a few beats.

I took a deep breath and reached for his jacket. I carefully slid his button through the opening.

"Do you think that's what I am?"

"No."

"No?" As I looked up at him, my hands went cold on his chest.

"I believe you are much worse."

His voice was louder and his accent was thicker and heavier. Hey, I laughed. I ran my hands down his chest and put them on his stomach, just above his belt.

"Does that make you horny?"

"Micetta, you set your standards too high."

"So, would you like to explain this?"

When I put my hand between us, his firm erection pushed against my stomach, and I put my hand on the bulge. He cursed briefly and almost fell over as his breath came up in short rasps.

"Peggy."

As I rubbed him all over, he pushed deeper into my hand. I looked into his eyes and smiled at the hurt and sexually frustrated look on his handsome face

Knowing that what I was doing would damn us both to hell made my chest feel hot, but I couldn't bring myself to care about the results when I was putting this strong man down with just a handjob.

"Screw you, Peggy." He swore, and then he grabbed the washbasin and locked me in. I could only see him now.

I could smell how good he smelled everywhere."Don't stop." "I'm coming."I really wanted to follow his order because of the way he spoke—it was strong and angry, and it made me want to do just that.

I got the sense that this man was used to getting what he need. It would have been the same as his if he had just said it in that tone.

So, of course, I didn't listen to him i leaned forward on my toes and kissed his cheek as eagerly as I kissed his mouth.

The rough, grave moan he let out made me feel like I had to kiss him even more. I put my lips close to his ears when I was done.

It's just that I like having s*x more than I fear you, and there isn't a guy in the world who will tell me what to do with my body and my life.

It looks like I'll live as a slut for a long time. I gently pulled on his earring with my teeth and patted him on the back.

He clenched his teeth in anger when I moved away and grabbed my wineglass from the sink.

Before I ran away, I turned around and smiled at him, but it turned into a wide-eyed grin when I saw the lipstick marks on his cheek and collarbone, his coat and dress shirt hanging off, his even bigger, more noticeable bulge and the angry, frustrated look in his eyes.

After making a 'cheers' sign with the glass, I turned around and left the bathroom.