Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees

Abraham

    "Tell me, Amayra. What do you want me to do with you? I'll do anything except for letting you go from here", I whispered into her ears, her arms wrapped around my neck, legs tangling to my waist, her warm breath touching my skin like a gentle breeze every time.

   "Will you leave me or not?", her eyes scorched like fire as she clasped my neck and pulled me closer.

   "How can I leave you if you keep driving me crazy like this?", I smirked at her, pressing her lips gently with my thumb. 

   "You'll be paying hard for it, Abraham Harris", she placed her index finger on the pressure point of my neck. "Just a stroke and you die"

I knew she was one of the toughest wrestlers with more than ten black belts in her kitty. She would lead me to death anytime if I teased her more. She was capable to push me away and walk away from my area without even pleading to me. Still, she was messing with me, talking to me like any other random girls. 

   "I know. And you may know you can drive me away in a blink of eyes and get yourself free", I held her hand which was placed on my neck, removed it from the pressure point and stared at it while smirking. "Why are you making it so easy for me, Amayra? Make it hard, harder, hardest. I wanna enjoy this battle with you"

Anmay

It has been 10 years since I'm looking for my sister. Things had been complicated for our family since she left us; maybe someone had kidnapped her; maybe she was lost. She was only five years old when it all happened. As a minor, I couldn't look for her at that time. My dad didn't let me do anything as he was afraid of losing me too. However, after a long twelve years when I turned twenty, I could manage to find ways to reach her. From then, 10 years has been passed. I'm still waiting for my sister. My parents still don't know about it, I'm hiding this from them since they will be stopping me this time also. Sometimes, I feel weird talking to them. I wonder if it's my misconception. They seem to hide something bigger from me and Aman. Aman is my younger brother, the 

twin of my sister. He seems to be less interested in her as he was too young to remember her. Naturally, he would never love her the way I did.

But thankfully, I'm grateful to God for showing me a path after ten long years. I have got to know about a girl who is named the same as my sister and her age is also equal to her. She lives with her grandfather who is the biggest businessman of Albania. It seems to be a little silly to people as it can the biggest coincidence. How can she reach Albania and become the grandchild of an influential businessman? The same question came across my mind after I got the information. However, I don't wanna miss a single chance to get my sister back into the family. 

It'll be tough for me to manage my mom dad. But I think I better lie to them about moving to Albania. That's the only choice left for me. 

Abraham

Winking at her, I clasped her wrist, placing my lips on her palm. She remained reactionless while looking at me as I grabbed her hips to lift her. I didn't know why she was doing this to me. I wanted her to leave, I gave her enough chances to escape. But she kept coming back to me every time, teasing me with her actions, driving me closer towards her. She was impossible to resist the day when we messed up with each other the first time. 

   "Will you give me options?", she asked me when I already dragged her to the bed.

   "Options?", I raised my eyebrows. 

   "Options to choose what I want?", she said after a long stretch of a break. However, at  moment I wasn't ready to give her options. It was too late for me to do that. We were on the bed, we were on the damn bed and no option could exist between us except for fucking each other. 

   "You have two options", I still managed to say while pulling down the sleeve of her top. "Let me fuck you or…?"

   "Or?", she raised her eyebrows.

   "Let me…", I settled a deep bite on her neck as she hissed. "Fuck you like a hell"

She enlarged her eyes and attempted to utter something but as I said, it was too late for her. I smashed my lips with hers, extracting all the essence of her thick pinkish brims. She strived to push me away, nuzzling her one hand on my chest. I wondered if she pretended to do so. Her fake attempts at shoving me away from her were visible whenever I came close to her. 

   "Do it hard, you wrestler queen. Push me away", I teased her, biting her right ear as she moaned. My subconscious warned me every time I melted in her arms. However, I was never ready to do so.

   "Go the hell out of here, Amayra. Come on. You can do it", I urged her to smash my face and get herself free though I knew she would never do that. She was being a quack like always. It was known to me that she wanted me more than I wanted her and she would never gonna accept that. 

   "Shut the damn up", she groaned, scratching my skin with her sharp nails when I was nuzzling her neck with gentle strokes of my lips. She clutched my hairs, bringing my face up to meet her eyes. "If you utter a word again, I'm gonna slam your ass off", she scrubbed her teeth.

   "I like honest words", I smirked at her, gently licking the edge of her lips. 

I sensed our desire going strong with every passing second. It took hours to quench the thirst we were having for each other for a long time. I breathed louder with her touch, she moaned wilder with my strokes. I wasn't having enough of her. It was being hard for me to stop. My organ denied leaving hers. I shut my eyes tightly to grope her deeply. 

   "Amayra", I shudder, endeavouring to release those words I wanted to tell her for years. "I… I..", I froze. A severe pain gripped me harder. I opened my eyes and looked at her in disbelief. My eyes enlarged as blood drops flowed down to the edges of my torso.