Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Amayra I could see his breathings go fast. That was what I wanted. He would have to beg to touch me as I did earlier. Our eyes met. I could sense the burning desire in his eyes when I slid my foot through his torso seductively. "Well", my foot rested on his knee. "Wear me my sandals" He lifted my sandal without wasting a single second and gripped my ankle, wearing me the sandal. His fingertips roamed around my ankle while I was staring at him. I wanted to see the disgust on his face when I would order something like that for him. However, he proved it wrong every time. Abraham Harris was something different from all other men I heard of. It seemed to be so normal for him to go on his knees for or even holding my sandal. How would I even torture him mentally? Because nothing affected him. My mind stopped working when he lifted his eyes to look at me. Our eyes connected as I signed him to come closer to me with my index

The door was open. As I got inside, Amayra immediately rushed to me. I was getting ready for another round of encounter with her. But to my shock, she just paused looking at me and rolled her eyes all around me as if she was looking for something. "What happened?", I asked. She said nothing and turned me around, yanking my arms and traced her hands all over me. "Amayra, what are you searching for?" She came in front of me again, her distress filled eyes were still roaming across me. Suddenly, her eyes popped out. "What's this blood?", she asked in a trembling tone and gaped at me, yanking my arm. There were bloodstains of Josh on my shirt. "How...did...it.....", her voice almost choked. "It's someone's. I just shot..... Not mine", I told her. She still looked too nervous. "Are you okay?", I tried to cup her face but she nudged my hands. "Y...yes. Didn't I tell you not to go?", she said in a calm voice. "It was urgent. You can a

Abraham I looked at the water drops all around her face carefully. Her skin shone as if she was the surface of paradise and the water drops on her face were the pearls on paradise. I placed my arms against the wall, blocking her inside my boundary. I wanted nothing but to look at her like this, capture every moment and the way she looked different every second. Sometimes angry, sometimes pissed, sometimes childish, sometimes evil and sometimes too soft like rose petals. Gently giving a rub on her skin, I skimmed all around her body as she shivered. I soaped her and bathed her as if she didn't know how to do anything. She was silent during this only her breathing could be heard. She pulled out the towel to wrap herself when I held my wrist. "Your hairs need shampoo, I guess. You don't pay attention to them at all", I said. Her calm eyes were saying many things that she couldn't say. Maybe, she never expected things to be turned out in this way when I'd

  AmayraAfter dinner, I walked inside the room when he was on call."Send me the location of the new quarter. I'm not available for a few days. And what about the new materials", he said. I tried to overhear him without making a noise."Great!", he laughed. "Daniel Baig thinks only he can play a game. He doesn't know that I'm in the underworld for fucking 23 years when he was crawling on the floor" I frowned. I knew Abraham was not gonna keep calm. However, I didn't want him to mess with Daniel right now. At least for the next eight days. "Are you done?", I snapped. "I'll talk to you later", he cut the call and turned to me. Crossing my arms I walked towards him and stood a foot away."Sorry. I didn't wanna hurt your sentiments by harming your beloved fiance. But I can't keep calm too", he cracked up as I glared at him. "What do you mean by belov

Amayra   As the sun shone brighter on my face, I opened my eyes, discovering myself in Abraham's tender arms. He was fast asleep, wrapping his long arms around me, his head placed on my right breast. I smiled blissfully, staring at him.    Whenever we slept together, I could never see his sleepy face in the morning. He woke up earlier every time. And whenever I woke up early, I never looked at him this way. He looked so different while sleeping.    I dipped my fingers in his deep hairs, running them and kissed his forehead.    He moved in deep sleep, rubbing his face against my breast as I shivered with his sharp beards pinning against my skin.   I tried to get out of his grip, lightly shoving his hands so that he doesn't get up and collected my inner garments from the floor. He went crazy every time whenever we fucked. I didn't bother to wear them