บททั้งหมดของ His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

>>>>Double-headed eagle tattoo.>>>>He never lied. No, Dima never lied when he said he had a lot prepared for me tonight. He meant every word that left his lips. He fulfilled his promise of multiple orgasms. Now, I’m spent. My body worn out from the endless fucking and orgasm. He gave me pleasure I can never find with another man. He gave me pleasure that’ll make me always run back to him. Dima had claimed all of me. I’m nothing but another half of him. His scent had dominated mine just like thoughts about him dominates my mind. I’m like a jelly in the cocoon of his arms. I barely feel the sting of the stockade even as we sprawl on the bed with harsh pants. His relaxing touches over my belly makes my inside warm. I feel overwhelmed, so overwhelmed my eyes start to sting with acidic tears. What will I do if this man ever leaves? I don’t know but even after that promise of forever, I can’t seem to shed off the nagging thoughts that one day- even after laying my poor heart to him- h

>>>Where is he taking me?>>>It’s been four days and Dima didn’t eep to his promise of coming to see me. Although, he peppered me with lots of texts and said he was busy with something crucial that had to do with his partner. I feel lonely without him and at night that hunger to be held by his strong arms fills me, making the sheets cold. Maybe that’s how my life will be if ever he leaves me. Stop it Dawn….my mind slams me. I know it’s bad for me to think that but that thought always finds its way in my mind. Having grown used to Dima’s thrust and continuous fucking, I pleasure myself at night and the orgasm helps me to sleep. He asked if had been pleasuring myself last night but I flat-out lied. I mean, how do I admit I was fingering my cunt while I was speaking with him on the phone? It wouldn’t have made sense. But Dima being Dima figured I was lying because the involuntary moan gave me away. And stupidly, we switched to sex call. I swear it was as awesome as it was embarra

>>>>How much you missed me.>>>>>For over two weeks, Dima and I have become madly closer, and more connected. And he always sings the ‘L' word to me. Indeed my love for him has grown like a tree beside the water. The man I’m supposed to fear, to run away from is the man that has become a part of me. He's shown me his world. The bratva world. He has opened up to me, telling me about his past and the lives of Russians. He has taken me to places I never knew that existed in the States but it mostly filled with Slavic people. I don’t know why he does expose me to Russian things though. Does he plan to take me to Russia or what? I’ve tried to ask but I can’t seem to get the words past my lips. It’s better I keep silent and watch. It’s like my fears of him leaving me have evaded from the recesses of my mind, given how closer we’ve become. I know that he intends to keep his promise to me. The past weeks we spent together were filled with sex after sex. He makes love to me in the morni

>>>>Vladimir's printsessa.>>>>The rage in me is unbridled and the darkness I stashed away is alive, poking through my skin as I fire. A Ratatat of gunshots howls around us. I arch my body against the wall, poking my head out, I fire. The bullet takes one person down and then I shoot at another. Akim in his full glory fires. This is bad. The U.S. government has found me. They attack me and want me arrested. My woman screeches and my heart constricts. “Dima…” She bellows lowly. Her pain soars through my heart. I meander my head and bore my eyes on her watery ones. “Pains….” She rings out. I fasten the gun, shooting the person running towards us, and rush to action. I carry her in my arms and begin to move. My feet scrap against the floor, threatening to bring me down when a bullet lands on my right calf. I growl in pain, still holding Dawn tightly. With a heavy breath, I reach for the grenade in my pocket and threw it at him. The sudden blast of explosion gives me the

>>>>Pregnant.>>>>*A Month And A Week Later. “You’re good now, Ms. Dawn.” The English doctor who has been treating me for the past one month informs me. She unwraps the sling around my arm and I look over and stare moments longer at the fading scar. A typical reminder of what became my engagement night. The night I thought would be the best thing that has ever happened to me. But no. Things turned south. I got shot at. Everywhere around me…around us became a battle of gunshots, howls, and curses. I never knew it'd hit me like this. To the very edge of insanity. When I woke up at the hospital and found out I was alone I thought the FBI finally caught the only person that makes me breathe. But days passed and literally bled into weeks and nothing showed the FBI held Dima and his men in their custody. Which revealed to me that…Dima left me. He…abandoned me. Tears…sobs sting the back of my eyes and throat. It’s what I’ve been doing these past one month. I cry. Mourn the love I los