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

14

As Armando emerged from the bathroom and strobe towards the bed with nothing but boxers that I should thank him for; giving me a tough time to remain in my straight mind. I took a long uptight huff and rose myself from the laid position to linear - signing him my apprehensive thoughts his way,

Armando stared my body with his lustful piercing blue orbs; I gulped right there because our situation was terrible, I was not in my senses to because of my pregnancy hormones, I was too afraid to react while my mind was playing tricks on me. Due to maturation happening within me; my dubious hormones faked all my feelings for him,

that Brutus in a body of a corporeal God might be planning to kill me with his irresistant sharp features, my lord! I want to touch him so badly, I want his mouth locked with mine while his huge manhood swayes in me. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME? Why am I so restive for his body, I’m craving for him, am I in my senses? 

No, you’re not in your senses, Lana, from a very very long time!

His brawny figure is undeniably mouth-watering where the outlines of his muscles were popping out some veins and abs imprinted on his abdomen which was quite well-defined; definitely bestowing me with a bag of burdens to resist my hands and mouth away from him,

CURSE ME!

I’m horny for my rapist, I better die than feeding my sexual appetite on him,   Lana THINK STRAIGHT! He’s not who you should fall for! He’s a criminal, a killer, a paedophile and most probably he’ll kill you too soon once this baby comes out of you, 

But one question raised my confusion more,

Why does this heartless man even want a child? For hum… no never, I won’t let that happen, I won’t let him sell my child to anyone. He wants money only, fuck him!

Even when I never cursed in my life but today, I broke the record. He was..

“Like what you see kitten?” he trailed off my thought and reminded me that I’m staring him for a fairly long time, I took a deep sigh, “I’d be pleased if you grant me to eat something,” I stated in duh tone, “Baby needs food too, he’s hungry,” I added,

“Which one?” he asked, slightly torturing his lower lip, I frowned in displeasure, his sudden moves were chilling and somewhere deep down in me a hormone chanted; sexy.

I ran my hand on my belly, indicating him that there’s only one baby in the room where he chuckled along shooking of his head, “I thought my baby was hungry,” he said while longing the word ‘my’ with a devilish smirk, I got his signal that he was referring me,

“I’m hungry but not a baby so don’t call me that, I’m a grown-up girl now” I gave him a cold response on which he tittered but subdued when he glanced at my face which was painted red in irritation along with a heated body on display. “What’s so funny?” I infuriatingly questioned, “Nothing my kitten,” there he totally stopped that annoying snicker,

“Since you’re hungry… then let me feed you,” he remarked while marching my way, his manly gait again reminded me of his power, authority, and main strength which he used during shoving himself in my tight hole. I audibly gulped at that thought,

“I guess door is that way,” I pointed out the direction but he didn’t lose his eyes from me, his orbs were keen on scanning me where I pictured bemusement on my little baby face, his thumb made his way to my lips and brushed it with immense observation, “why is my kitten giving me a poker-look?” he lightly whispered in his husky voice, “Nothing… I already told you I’m hungry which is now making me angry,” I explained the reason,

He crouched down to my level and gingerly slanted on me, my lips quiver where hands trembling as if he would dive in me again, his hand which was striking my lips now sensationally pawing my body, giving me nirvana to explore. From my neck to slowly to my abdomen trespassing through my road of cleavage. At this very moment, I’m gone into the world of desires and fantasies. My mouth escaping faint moans and groans occasionally, in fact, unwillingly, I was giving him control over my body and of course, he will gladly obtain this very opportunity to have a feist over me once again, why won’t he?

After marking my bosom, he reached down to my lower part and still undid the button of my jeans, he was so quick that I didn’t notice his moment. My eyes were tightly clutched where my hands turned into smooth fists. He bluntly slipped his hand into my bottoms; making me gasp on sudden tingles happening in my stomach,

“W-wha-t a-re y-ou up-to Ar-man-do,” I loudly moaned my words although his name unconsciously came out my mouth in a seductive manner,

“Doing what your body requires, baby. I'm showering you with affection, my future bride and little unborn need it so I’m contributing,” he stated further with a slight grunt,  peppering kisses on my forehead until I chuckled and asked him to slow down, a minor smile took over my lips but spontaneously vanished when my mind replayed his past action, leaving me in dilemma and waning my trust, “Do you know how happy do you make me?” he murmured with kissable lips teasing my kissers and to include more intensity his hot breaths sent shivers down my spine, all oozing intimacy while running through his manly fingers in my hair, bombs of rapture were blasting in my bosom making me pant heavily where his sole finger playfully wobbling on my tight lips, I was also high on joggles with unfamiliar bliss.

His mouth smashed against mine as if he has every right to destroy my face and mark it with his gifted bruises. This time I didn’t hold back; I pushed them hungrily asking him to defeat my force but I completely forgot that it’s a mobster who I’m challenging, his tongue sought a permit to enter my mouth when I was protecting my territory with my teeth, I decided to play with him this time, I allowed him in and worked my tongue against his, our tongues were fighting like wrestlers in the ring, back and forth; attempted to conquer while each trying to pin the other, he pulled  “I want you exactly this way,” whispered, again collided his lips,  this time it was sensual; soft and rhythmic like a lover wants to have a feist over his beloved,