Claimed by the Mafia King

My mind tried to prevent me from getting carried away with his words by assuming that he said it in the heat of passion and had no idea what he was saying. It hurt me to think of but I had to accept it for my own good, most possibly it was the truth anyway.

Even if it wasn’t the truth I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want to accept that he felt something for me. That there was a connection between us. He was a murderer! A murderer! And I wanted to have nothing to do with a him. Nothing. I wanted to fall for an angel not the devil.

“Please.” I didn’t know what I was begging for, if it was to be let go of, or if I was begging my heart to stop feeling.

“Trust me. I won’t hurt you.” He said softly. He trailed kisses from my neck to my ears and pressed his body to mine. I had to bite my lips to stop me from letting out a moan. His body felt so warm pressed up against mine. He was practically radiating heat and desire.

He sucked on my ear lobes pulling my hair backwards. Then he started to trail kisses down to my chest_ the place where the shirt I wore didn’t cover. He stopped and held the shirt. “This will go off.” He said pulling it off my neck. I didn’t fight or object.

“Lord.” He muttered staring at my naked body.

He pulled me to him and kissed me hard, demandingly.

His grip on my waist tightened sending shivers down my spine.

I kissed him back this time my tongue exploring his lower lips. He bent down and took my right nipple into his mouth sucking on it why he squeezed my left breast and the nipple in steady succession.

I moaned out loud this time loving everything he was doing, wanting more and more. He stopped just when I was starting to really enjoy him.

Before I could gather my thoughts he pushed me to the bed. It didn’t take him more than a few seconds to get naked.

He was white all over except from some few scars on his body. There was a particular mark in between his thumb and ring finger that I committed to memory. He didn’t seem to know that he had it. Never had I seen someone as beautiful as he was. His body was heavenly.

His dick was long and veiny and just as white as the rest of his body except from the tip and_____. I closed my eyes in shame when I realized I was staring at him and loving what I saw.

He climbed the bed his hands supporting him as he stared at me from above. “Have you done this before?” He asked.

He looked like he wanted me and expected me to say yes so he could go on without a care in the world, but I shook my head slowly.

He looked shocked at first then his face went blank. He wanted to stand but I reached for his hands before he could. I wanted this_ I wanted him and that was in every honesty.

I didn’t want him. I wanted to leave. I was so confused.

I.. I knew that at the moment the only thing that I wanted was him inside of me, moving, stilling, kissing and sucking.

My body was in need of him. I had never felt such passion before.

My brain had gone for an early vacation leaving me to the mercy of my throbbing core that knew not, nor cared not what it meant to be morally upright.

We laid still for a moment. The harsh breathing coming from me was the only noise that could be heard in the stillness of the room. There was a tensed hungry Silence. A silence I yearned to fill with my moans.

“You should sleep.” He said, breaking the silence. He stood up from the bed, then he put on his clothes with almost the same pace he used in taking them off.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Don’t try to run again. Next time I wont be so lenient.” He warned.

He left the room without saying another word or even sparing me a glance.

I stayed still on the bed as I tried to catch my breath. I craved for him and I hated that I did. I wondered how my mum would be feeling now.

They would be so worried about me. Would my dad even care? Did they already tell my brothers that I was missing. Was my aunty looking for me? All these questions kept pricking my mind even as I tried to close my eyes.