Mafia Conquest ( Mafia Love story #2 ) by KATHLEEN HAYAT (historical books to read .TXT) 📕

The man barely able to stop himself from grunting in response. Her soft warm hand felt soothing on his cold skin.

Slowly her other hand came in contact with his abs. The man stiffened under her touch as he held his breath. Her hands slowly caressed up his abs and she called out loudly . "1...2...3...4...5...6...only six boxes." She spoke out confused.

He bite in his chuckle as ever so slowly a small smirk appeared on his cold face as his eyes swarmed with mischief. How fucking naive! He thought as his dominance growled at her innocence.

Her palms slowly moved up to his chest and then to his n!pples as she felt him. Her feathery touch felt like fire as the blood rushes down to his male buddy making him so fucking aroused. Never in his life a mere touch so innocent made him this fucking aroused.

Maybe it's a fucking dream!

The man stiffened as the girl slightly knocked on his chest with her knuckles. Literally she's still considering him as a wall.

Shays shay' akhar!
(She's something else!)

He thought as the girl frowned and her nose scrunched slightly making her look cute.

Wait cute! Michael Sheikh has gone insane!

All of a sudden she inched little closer to him. Making him stiffened as he didn't dare to breath at all. The girl inhaled him just inches away as the man closed his eyes resisting the urge to wrap her in his arms and do all the forbidden things to this little voluptuous girl, whose making him hard as rock with just her mere small touch.

At the same time she stood on her tiptoes and her hands touched his collarbones, shoulders, neck and slightly grazed his beard and just like that a shuddering breath escaped his lips.

The girl shrieked and withdrew her hands like they were struck by lightening as she moved three steps back. Michael opened his eyes seeing the girl abruptly falling on the bed in sitting position. The girl hurriedly stood up feeling aghast.

Her face was pale like ice and her hands were trembling. It was like she has seen a ghost. Her eyes were wide, face beetroot red. Her breathing fast and her hand clutched the end of her kameez (shirt) in a fist.

So she finally understood that she was feeling and touching the so called wall was none other than a man.

Her face ashen more if possible as he saw all to familiar emotion covering her face. She's scared.

A horrified scream escaped her lips but he  abruptly moved forward as his large calloused hand landed on her soft horrified face covering her mouth and one hand was snacked behind her neck holding her in a strong grip.

Dread creeped her bones as the man now stood deadly closer to her.

The girl stood their horrified feeling her heart slamming in her ear. He felt her soft small white hands wrapped around his large, rough, calloused hands as she tried to remove it from her face, but he won't budge.

He stared at the girl whose eyes start to tear up as she tried to struggle in his hold. Her form trembling. Not once she tried to touch him again as she struggles to get his hand off her mouth.

What is she so scared of?

The man thought loosening his grip a little he let her go as the girl moved away from him panting. Her eyes wide as tears shined in them like crystals.

"I-I'm s-sorry!" The girl stuttered immediately as she fisted the hem of her kameez (shirt) tightly. Her eyes downcast.

Michael didn't said a word as he observed the girl.

When no reply came the girl immediately turned around to escape. Her steps fast and before she could collide with a wall.

She was yanked back with a steel like grip on her arm as she landed on his chest. She could feel his breathing on her forehead as the girl abruptly moved back. Desperately trying to get off his grip as her nose became red with teary eyes.

"P-please! L-let m-me go!" A whispered escaped her trembling lips as the man walked the trembling girl in the other direction where the door was and he pushed her outside the door and letting go of her arm. He slammed the door shut on her face.

Michael growled out in frustration when he realized the need of a cold shower. That little vixen so innocently felt him up making him all bothered with those naive touches.

Damn!

But he couldn't understand why she was freaking out so much like he's going to kill her. The emotions her face showed was all to familiar to him as he often see it on his victim faces.

He still couldn't believe that mosque girl whom he considered a mirage once was literally here a few seconds ago. He's going to have a talk with Sana about this girl.

Anisah immediately wiped her tears as she controlled her emotions. That man scared her but the fact that he didn't said a single word scared her more. Because of her blindness the girl make out the person's personality according to their voice as it's their mirror image but who ever that man was. He knows she can't see and was clever enough to not say a word.

"Hey Anisah! You're still standing in the corridor." Sana's voice spoke from afar as she slowly came closer to Anisah.

"Why your nose is red?" Sana inquired when she reached Anisah.

"I d-don't know." The girl replied softly feeling uneasy for lying. But how can she tell such embarrassing thing and she didn't even knows the person. Maybe it's one of her brothers.

Sana hold Anisah's hand as she guided her two to three steps away from that persons room and then they were in Sana's room.

When both the girls sat on the bed Anisah inquires. "Are y-your brothers home?"

Sana simply replied. "Ibrahim bhai has gone to finalize the hall along with Jhangir so only Amir and Michael bhai are at home. Why you asked tho." Sana asked.

"Just feel like asking." Anisah simply replied. Now she knows that guy could either be anyone from those two men.