Claimed by the Mafia King

I tried to remove his hands when he would not do that himself but I couldn’t.

This gesture seemed to have angered him even more.

With his left hand he held both my hands behind my back and I shivered at the strength he possessed.

“Don’t bite more than you can chew.” He fiercely warned. From his eyes I could read that he was clearly telling me not to fight, not to try his patience or he would hurt Me. Speaking of which I wondered why he hadn’t already.

“Let me.” He added. I nodded in obedience this time. I gaped at him as he unbuttoned the remaining buttons on my gown leaving me in just bra and pants. I felt naked having been more exposed to him than I have been with any man my whole life.

He locked eyes with me caressing my stomach as his hands made way to my back. My heart was beating so fast I was surprised it didn’t explode. He unhooked my bra and dropped it on the floor. It fell on top of my gown.

Then his hands moved to my panties and my eyes shut tightly, I looked away as a tear fell down my face. Never had I felt so helpless even against my dad.

He untied my pant from the corner and dropped it. I felt his hands on my chin again as he forced me to look at him. Although I faced him now my eyes were shut tight. I was so ashamed and afraid. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me but that would be too much mercy, too much to hope for as I had seen that my prayers weren’t exactly being answered.

“Open your eyes?” He ordered holding my waist possessively. I shivered under his touch my whole body shook in tremor. I felt detached from my own skin as if I was a mere spectator watching what was happening to me from a far.

“Please let me go.” I sobbed.

“Open your eyes now!” He growled and my heart stopped. My eyes flew open.

“Don’t disobey me again Mira!” He warned, through clenched teeth. He slid a strand of my hair behind my ear and smiled. I tried to cover my Breast with my hands and he slapped it away. “Why are you ashamed. You are perfect.” I choked out a sob as he continued to assault by body. He caressed every bit of my skin with his hard hands.

He was touching me in the most sensuous way I had ever been touched. I shuddered, suppressing a moan. I was repulsed by his touch but it didn’t stop my traitorous body from wanting more of it.

I had hoped that I would wait until marriage to unleash my desires. That’s what I wanted, how I had always planned my life to be, I wanted to be like my mum who made sure my dad was her first, but then again life is what happens when we are busy making plans. I could only pray that God touches this mans heart and makes him stop what he is doing.

He kissed my neck and his lips lingered there. “You are beautiful.” He whispered.

His hands moved to my breast. He caressed it, playing with my nipple, squeezing it. He trailed kisses from my neck down to my breast, and took my right nipple gently into his mouth.

He sucked on it then he grabbed my left breast and pressed it hard. I could feel ecstasy blow horns in my head. My knees started to wobble and I could feel the wetness in between my thighs. My legs lost all the abilities to carry my weight I seemingly became too heavy.

“Stop please.” I choked out, but my voice was barely audible.

He pressed my right boobs harder, moaning in my ears. My breathe became harsh, I was hyperventilating. My hands did not leave my side, I balled them into fist afraid that I might get tempted to touch him. I could feel my stomach tighten and my core wetted, drips flowed down my thighs.

‘What is happening to me?’ A small voice in my head asked in fear as I moaned out softly.

His head relaxed on the crook of my neck as his assault on my body finally stopped. We stayed like that for some minutes. His and my breathing the only sound in the otherwise quiet bathroom. We were as still as the wind in summer.

When his breathing became normal he carried me and placed me in the tub. Then he took a soap and a sponge and scrubbed me gently. When he was done cleaning me up, he carried me out and dropped me on the bed. I could see then the dent on his pants.

He looked at me all over with hungry eyes. My hands flew to my stomach as I subconsciously tried not to cover my nakedness. I didn’t want to anger him again. I was conscious of the fact that he had all the powers now and I had none.

“Here. Put this on.” He sighed throwing a big shirt to me_His I guessed. He was over six feet and I was just barely above 5’6. I hurriedly put on the shirt he gave me, thankful for the fact that I would no longer be naked in front of him, exposed to his searching eyes.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

The shirt he gave to me almost reached my knees. I was glad that it covered every part of me that needed covering.

He moved close to me and took my hands in his. “Don’t try to run.” He warned as he disappeared into the bathroom.

I waited a few seconds after he went into the bathroom before I got out of the bed. My mother, my brothers they will be looking for me by now. My aunt must have called to tell them that she had not heard from me and my mum would be worried sick. She might die! They must have called my phone non stop. I had to leave.

So even though I was scared I could not let it envelop me. I had to find a way out maybe through the window. Maybe through the door but I needed to be strong. I needed to escape for my family.

I stood up quietly making sure that as my feet touched the ground it wouldn’t make a sound. I tiptoed to the window it was open and we were on the first floor. The house was bigger in width than in height.

I was going to jump.