Mafia's Deadly Obsession

Amaira's POV

As I felt a hand crawling over my skin, my breath quickened up. I wanted to shout but found myself tongue-tied.

I was in a deserted region, completely surrounded by darkness. Only my own harsh puffs were audible to my ears. My eyes searched the area which seems to go on forever. I feel as if I am lying on thorns, and someone is pushing me deeper.

A horrendous wind blew through me, chilling my bones and shuddering the life out of me.

The hand that was resting on my thigh began moving up, and I felt compelled to run. But, I found my body bound with invisible chains and ended up combatting myself, which only worsen my condition.

The palm crawled under my t-shirt and rested on my bare stomach. It was rough and heavy, indicating that the hand belonged to a man, a big, muscular man!

All of my senses were focused on identifying the man's face or memorizing his features but the darkness prevented me from doing so. I blinked multiple times to see his face but all my attempts went in vain.

Abruptly, the man twisted his wrist, curled the fingers in the thin fabric of my t-shirt, and ripped it off me, jerking my body up, eliciting an ear-piercing scream from me that resonated throughout this desolate region and returned to my hearing organ.

As the ice-cold gust caressed my bare skin, my entire body began trembling, yet the man above me remained unfazed. I could sense him mockingly grinning at my poor state. He was enjoying and taking advantage of my frailty.

A sudden wave of guilt washed over me. I was feeling so weak and vulnerable to fight him and save myself from this mysterious monster.

I wanted to push him away, scratch his face and make him suffer but my body refused to cooperate and I kept on lying under him like a dead body.

The feeling that was growing inside me burst out in the form of hot tears, dripping down from the corner of my eyes.

A painful yelp passed my lips when he gripped my bosom and kneaded them as if they didn't hurt. Goosebumps roused on my skin when he pulled down the bra cups and brushed his knuckles over my nipples.

I couldn't tell if I was shivering more because of the cold or because of his brutal assault.

When he harshly tugged my nipple, digging his nails sharply into my sensitive bud, I felt a surge of electricity run through my veins. But, before the pain could worsen, he dipped down and took one of my nipples between his warm lips, while pressing the other one with his thumb, annihilating the misery and replacing it with pleasure.

I felt a strange sensation in my stomach which was unfamiliar to me before this.

His head then shifted to my neck while his hand reached for the button of my jeans. The heartbeats that had just calmed down began to speed up again and I began to toss my head from left to right, pleading with the mysterious man to stop the torture forthwith.

But he was dead set on ruining my life and me completely. I don't know what kind of revenge he was taking on me.

I was so terrified that I didn't notice when he pulled down my jeans and yanked off the thin fabric covering my womanhood.

I came to my senses when his skin came directly in contact with my intimate area and he wrapped his huge palm around my mound possessively.

"Mine" he rasped, his voice deep and husky.

I could feel his harsh breaths fanning the side of my neck, alerting the hair on my skin.

His tongue darted out to lick the sensitive spot behind my ear and at the same time, his middle finger curled, delving deep into me.

When I realized that I was being raped and couldn't do anything to save my dignity, my head fall to one side, unintentionally allowing him more access to my skin.

He breathed into my skin, after blowing over the spot as if he wanted to drown in it.

I on my part was powerless to do anything despite lying still at his mercy while he used my body to his liking as if he practically owned it.

I shuddered when he took my ear lobe in between his teeth and started moving his finger in and out of me, his thumb caressing the small bundle of sensitive nerves to elicit a response from my side.

The next thing I know was that his touch vanished in an instant and I relaxed a little, thinking that his heart had melted and he was now going to spare me alone.

But how wrong I was in my interpretation of the devil, because the next thing I knew, his hands grabbed my thighs and pushed them wide apart while sitting in between them.

"No!" I screamed at the top of my lungs but my plea fell on deaf ears and he spread my thighs even wider clutching them in his iron grip, now allowing me to move my legs even a bit.

I didn't even get the chance to react when he thrust his steel-hard member into my vagina in one push, knocking the oxygen out of me!

My eyes shot wide open and a loud gasp escaped my throat at the sudden evasion.

My body instantly sat up in reaction to being freed from the clutches of the devil. My hand moved down to my body to find that I was fully dressed, and my eyes scanned the area suspiciously with blurry vision, realizing that I was still in my dimly lit room and that it had all been a dream.

A horrible dream!

My heart was pounding in my chest, blood rushing through my veins, beads of perspiration were dripping down my brow, dampening my hair and drenching my skin, my nose was drawing deep breaths, filling my lungs with as much oxygen as it could. My entire body was burning, tingling, and trembling.

Even though it was a dream yet it felt so real. I could still feel those fingertips on my skin. My thoughts were foggy and perplexing. I couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality.

My hand shot up to rub my head and eyes, attempting to shake myself awake from the dreadful dream that I will never want to replay in my mind.

My energy had been depleted. I wanted to reach out for the glass of water but the incident had rendered me weak and trembling.

When a cold wind hit my sweaty form, my head turned towards the window and found that the door of the window was open and the curtain was moving harshly, allowing the wild wind to enter and hit me.

It was still dark outside and it appeared that a storm was about to erupt in the otherwise tranquil setting.

My brain kept drifting to the same questions 'why did I dream it? And what does that dream exactly mean? Is there anything hidden in this?'

This compelled me to think negatively.

Is it a foreshadowing of upheaval in my otherwise peaceful life?