บททั้งหมดของ His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

>>>>>>A tattoo parlor.>>>>>> I flinch as my body jerks. Then I blink. I blink again. My eyes are closed, but it seems I’m in a moving train or…a car? Hell…my head bangs followed by a damn searing pains in my temples. It’s as if a scorching lava is leaking from my inside onto my skin. The excruciating pain makes me shut my eyes tighter, my breathing turning slow. I don’t understand why I all but feel pains. I notice it again… my body jerks smoothly as if I’m being subconsciously driven forward. Something starts rolling around my thigh. It starts from my knees and rolls to my inner thighs. It’s soothing to the nth degree and it tries to alleviate the burn licking my skin but it’s not touching the right places. The soothing hand is not touching the places where I feel unbearable pains, making my heart constrict, my head rupturing in a heavy thud that makes a wince leave my lips. The soothing hand should touch the column of my neck and the upper side of my chest. There…that’s

>>>>>I Love You.>>>>> One minute we were arguing, my curiosity getting the best of me as I bombard Dima with questions and the next minute, we're descending on each other like feral beings, as though it's our last minute on earth. A moan wrenches out of my mouth as Dima’s finger saw through me, reaching tight buds of flesh within me. His lower lip sheathing mine in a savage kiss. I’m breathing heavily as the slices of pleasure jolt my senses away. I hold him as my life depends on it. Maybe it does depend on him because I can’t orgasm without him doing dirty things to me. Dima, the man who took my first kiss, my virginity, my first love; hovers over me as he adds another rough finger inside me, I feel pleasure licking my veins. I grind my hot clit against the heel of his palm, my fingers tightening his raven hair from behind. Hell, the pleasure is mind-shattering. It saw through me, leaving me vulnerable under his gaze. When I couldn’t contain the groan bubbling in my chest, I p

>>>>>>Are you ready to speak?>>>>> The cavalcade of black tinted SUV Benson steps out from lines up the street, drawing attention. With just one look, one could tell he's a VIP, a very big one at that. From what I heard Benson will vie for the next presidential election but little do mere civilians know that he’s a drug dealer. Or that the present government does shady things.You see, that’s why Russia is different. The government doesn’t hide their shady deals. In fact, they work in proximity with me. And just like Americans, I supply them with weapons. However, the American government doesn’t want its citizens to be aware of their dabble in shady business whereas in Russia the citizens are aware. The only thing there is that no one can oppose the government. People stare at Benson in adoration as he walks over the asphalt answering call. The man should be in his late fifties or mid sixties but little would one know. Money keeps him young and fresh. Exercising keeps his muscles str

>>>>>Who is the girl?>>>>> I spring up from the bed as the heart-wrenching dream recedes, my heart is hammering. My breath stuttering, my eyes blurred by unshed tears. Icy blood runs through me, making me feel highly cold despite the temperate weather. My sheets are drenched and agonizing ache rips through my head. God!! I mentally scream into the darkness that spreads across the room. My hand darts on my nightstand and when my fingers find purchase with the switch of the lantern, I flip it on, letting the jasmine colored light to disperse across the lonely room, chasing away the darkness. I need an aspirin. I fucking need one! The ache in my head is an explosive one, it makes my body rack, brimming me with discomfort. I quickly pull the drawers of my nightstand and finding the aspirin, I threw them into my dry mouth and chase it down with a glass of water. I wait for the pains to recede but it doesn’t . It doesn’t pave way for comfort to grip me. The dreams. The dreams f

>>>>>She loves me.>>>>> She keeps saying those words. She didn’t stop. She didn’t fear. No, she looked me boldly in the eyes yesterday and said it again. That she loves me. She called my cell last night after I left her place and said the words right when we were about to hang up. She loves me. Yesterday, something pulled at my chest when she told me what she saw. No, it wasn’t what she saw that made something pull at my chest. Far from it. Rather, it was the fact that even after sharing a kiss with me she was restless. The connection pulling us couldn’t let her be peaceful. Ha! I drag my hand through my tousle hair as I think about her words and What it’s doing to me. Fuck!! Those words has me reeling. Those words drifting from the sing song voice of hers is making me crazy. She told me, she went back there…at the damn club we met, Benson’s club, to search for me and ensure I survived the stampede. The crossfire. And it was all because something about me made her heart flip