Chosen By The Mafia by Nina Daniel (best reads of all time TXT) 📕

13

“Mrs. De Luca?” Armando’s deep voice questioned my regard,

“I’d be better if you may call me Lana,” I wryly responded his fake-romance but he is Armando, a man who gladly neglects contentedness

“I have every right to call you mine…” his foot took a step ahead, “when I marked this whole body with my lovebites and you… calling out my name” he continued his steps “and now, when you carrying my baby,” coming closer and I on my reverse steps, 

“where I see this petite of your body craves for me… misses me… wants me” his words held power, neediness and clearly pride. I hit the wall but still wished to disappear from his hungry glares, he pressed me more in the wall, “when this *he eyed down and brushed fingers on my arms* skin belongs to me… hmmm… (came near to my jawline) it’s mine,” he said with gritted teeth, 

I hitched right there, he swiftly pulled me by my waist and stuck myself on his strong-metallic chest, his muscular structure with my all-bones-no-meat frame while his lips captured my earlobe, sucking it lightly, sending tickles down the moisty path. “I’ll proudly call this body mine,” he cocked his head to the level of my neck “*kissed* mine *kissed again* the only mine” his possession was making me breathless with the sudden heat that made itchy-tickles on the surface.

His hand landed under my shirt on my flat stomach. He gently rubbed his hand in circles, naturing my body with a sense of warmth and protection where my body captured under his effect right away; making me feel secure, pregnancy was giving me a hard time to reject his touch “That’s my baby there,” he mumbled softly, 

“my hope, my strength is growing here,” he said while bending down to my the level of my stomach and exposed it to his sight, his eyes were blooming in love and unexplainable delight while those lips curved a small faithful smile with a furrow; giving me any indication that he will treasure his heir. He kissed my abdomen; pouring a secured tactility in me, I sighed deeply in contentment

“If this is true we are becoming parents to this unborn little human then I want you to promise me something,” I lowly spoke in a solemn manner

He distracted his eyes from my belly and gave me his utter consciousness, “Promise me, you won’t ruin his innocence nor you’ll let him become something like you” Monster is what I wanted to say rather than something but I stopped. His orbs again made their ways to my belly,

“Or if you plan to do so then I’m aborting this baby, he doesn’t deserve your world,” my voice trembled when I said the word ‘abor..’ No, I can’t do this, but I had to warn him which I frightfully did.

“Say. That. Again,“ Those pair of red-rimmed gleamers met mine in aggravation. Face all red with flared nostrils and ear might be exhibiting hot-smoke.

“Oh.You.Better.Not.To.” He gnashed every word pressed with gritted teeth which clearly clued me that I’ll be dead if I changed my thoughts into action. His bailed hands into a fist and there he pounced on me, pinning me completely to the wall may be to the extent where It hurt me and terribly frighted me, 

“I’m sure you don’t want to be punished, right? Even if you oppose me in this state then do not expect any mercy, I won’t mind fucking you 5 times a day for a whole month till I add more seeds in your bite-sized womb,” he said with a hoarse tone and slammed his fists on the wall, making me shriek, 

“NOW!” I concealed my existence with my trembling arms

“Try saying that again,” he gripped my jaw which an unbearable force, my tears uncontrollable flowed to a massive extent, “Please, I’m preg-nant, it... C-can hurt my child” I begged him for not hurting me or his child.

“It’s.My.Child.Too!” he growled with gritted teeth, without warning me about his upcoming action, he puckered his lips with mine while uttering his last words, giving me an eye-opening moment to digest. Locking tongue as he owns me, he groaned wildly. Our lips hitting and making passionate sounds, 

I tried to break our moment but it got impossible as his hands clutched my hands above my head, that tongue exploring every bit of my mouth in a sensual pace, it was like he was eating my hot-mess, french-kissing me with understandable experience. My soul clapped its hands in my mind, it was judging on my current actions and shamed me of wanting him more, I was having a debate in me while kissing him,

“You better stay like this till it comes out on its own,” he pulled over saying this, like what?

“Like?” I unconsciously soughed my thought

“Like, your life depends on me, like I’m yours and you’re mine,” he tugged a strand of my hair behind my ear, “Soon, I’ll claim you mine forever,” he said promisingly

It feels to right to love him but yet so wrong. Once I’m all down for him because he’s seductive and I’ve never been loved by anyone and then as the next moment passes by, I get overwhelmingly trapped under the pressure of my own backlashing thoughts. They don’t want to forgive him, maybe they’ll never. I tried to convince them that he can be a good man just he needs time but they deny and it’s heartbreaking. 

I want to believe him for once but then they advocate themselves by saying that I’m going to give him my life away, I’m allowing him to manipulate me whole. They’re shouting at me to use to my mind but how come can I when it’s all clouded between this cliche situation that life is presenting. They ask me to foresee the aftermath, 

“if he denies you to change himself into a normal human then will you let him kill your conscience? Will you be able to win in a world where humans can’t survive?” pointing the most horrible fact that I lastly want to imagine in this world. 

“Earth To Lana?” I was trailed off when he hollered his voice. “Where are you lost, kitten?”