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His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 109. Dima.
>>>>>Double Headed Eagle.>>>>>Wet sounds fill the air as my tongue lap and lave Dawn’s pink pussy. Fuck! All the while we were at the restaurant I was hard, especially when Stalin told me he’s prepping a dish for Yulia. I couldn’t help but imagine how Dawn will look as my seed grow inside her. The thought alone had my cock throb in a maddening haze of desire. I swear I barely held myself from sprawling her on the table and fuck her brains out. I almost did it. I almost fucked her on the table but because of my identity and the fact that I don’t want the feds to know I still roam he U.S soil I held back.It’s a fantasy I'd love to experience. Fucking her little sweet cunt in front of people, let them know who owns her. My Byki knew what was going on and I sure as hell know how horny they were because while I was fingering Dawn and sucking those pretty nipples of hers in the car I heard Akim grunting. My mind quickly told me he's fucking his fist. I love how wild my l
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 110. Dima.
>>>>Safeword.>>>>>How can I ever forget that mark? For years the mark that signifies Vladimir and his household has lived rent-free in my head. But my question is, how in hell did Dawn know about it? Where has she seen it before? She must have seen the pure raw rage oozing from me because she fidgets and shakes her head. “Any problem…Dima?” She asks. In a fit of rage, I rush to her and hold her cheeks in an almost bruising grip. Hell, anything that has to do with Vladimir makes me mad. It makes the urge to waste blood rear its head through me. I can’t control it at all. ***Flash Back***They are preparing her for the electioneering campaign in Moscow and she told me we'll fly there with Vladimir. I stand behind and watch her, all smiles as the maids glam her up. She’s wearing a fairytale gown, her head gathered in a bun. Now, they're painting her face. “Dima…are you done dressing up, my boy?” She asks and I barely nod. I can’t share in her happiness knowing all that Vladimir
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 111. Dawn.
>>>>Double-headed eagle tattoo.>>>>He never lied. No, Dima never lied when he said he had a lot prepared for me tonight. He meant every word that left his lips. He fulfilled his promise of multiple orgasms. Now, I’m spent. My body worn out from the endless fucking and orgasm. He gave me pleasure I can never find with another man. He gave me pleasure that’ll make me always run back to him. Dima had claimed all of me. I’m nothing but another half of him. His scent had dominated mine just like thoughts about him dominates my mind. I’m like a jelly in the cocoon of his arms. I barely feel the sting of the stockade even as we sprawl on the bed with harsh pants. His relaxing touches over my belly makes my inside warm. I feel overwhelmed, so overwhelmed my eyes start to sting with acidic tears. What will I do if this man ever leaves? I don’t know but even after that promise of forever, I can’t seem to shed off the nagging thoughts that one day- even after laying my poor heart to him- h
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 112. Dima.
>>>A promise I'll keep.>>>>Leonid expertly drives the car to the private airstrip that Durov will land in and I stare out from the window. I’m calculating a million things in my mind now. Stalin sent a message early this morning about seeing a woman who claimed she once worked for Vladimir in Russia and the moment I heard that, I told him to keep her captive. That was rash but I want answers. I want to know if any descendants of Vladimir still lurk in any part of this fucking world and I swear to go after he or she. I don’t want to admit to this but I really am disturbed after Dawn said that safe word last night. But after some time it stopped. However, Stalin’s message sprouts the thoughts a new. I don’t know how popular that mark is and I don’t give a shit because I've some other things to worry about. The only thing I know is that I’ll kill whoever has it and proves to have Vladimir’s blood rushing through their system. My Byki are laughing at something and chattering a
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 113. Dawn.
>>>Where is he taking me?>>>It’s been four days and Dima didn’t eep to his promise of coming to see me. Although, he peppered me with lots of texts and said he was busy with something crucial that had to do with his partner. I feel lonely without him and at night that hunger to be held by his strong arms fills me, making the sheets cold. Maybe that’s how my life will be if ever he leaves me. Stop it Dawn….my mind slams me. I know it’s bad for me to think that but that thought always finds its way in my mind. Having grown used to Dima’s thrust and continuous fucking, I pleasure myself at night and the orgasm helps me to sleep. He asked if had been pleasuring myself last night but I flat-out lied. I mean, how do I admit I was fingering my cunt while I was speaking with him on the phone? It wouldn’t have made sense. But Dima being Dima figured I was lying because the involuntary moan gave me away. And stupidly, we switched to sex call. I swear it was as awesome as it was embarra
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 114. Dima.
>>>>Vengeance>>>>Seeing Dawn again makes my heart flutter. I’ve concluded that a day without her is a full-blown punishment, then staying days with her is a near-death trap. I managed my best to control myself the past four days without getting a whiff of her scent, rake my hand through her silk golden blonde hair, and stare into that ocean, blue-hazel eyes of hers. But hell, it was difficult. Dawn has become no less my second skin and I love it. I love the deep visceral connection I feel for her. Last night when I called her and she was sounding so downcast, I knew something’s wrong. I knew she needed me there but when I asked she downright denied it. Hell. I was in third heaven when I heard a moan escape her mouth and then I knew my little rypka was feeling high and was finger-fucking her sweet little cunt. Damn, that sound also brought me higher than I was. I was semi-hard when I called her but hearing that moan from her lips, I became insanely stiff. I seize the opportunit
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 115. Dawn.
>>>>How much you missed me.>>>>>For over two weeks, Dima and I have become madly closer, and more connected. And he always sings the ‘L' word to me. Indeed my love for him has grown like a tree beside the water. The man I’m supposed to fear, to run away from is the man that has become a part of me. He's shown me his world. The bratva world. He has opened up to me, telling me about his past and the lives of Russians. He has taken me to places I never knew that existed in the States but it mostly filled with Slavic people. I don’t know why he does expose me to Russian things though. Does he plan to take me to Russia or what? I’ve tried to ask but I can’t seem to get the words past my lips. It’s better I keep silent and watch. It’s like my fears of him leaving me have evaded from the recesses of my mind, given how closer we’ve become. I know that he intends to keep his promise to me. The past weeks we spent together were filled with sex after sex. He makes love to me in the morni
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 116. Dima.
>>>Night Of Engagement. >>>>She falls asleep in my arms and I hold her like my possession. Mine. Last night I couldn’t sleep. Stalin gave me news about Yulia’s birth and I couldn’t stop being happy for my brother. We spent time talking about his child, how she looks just like Yulia, and, of course, business. He said he had disposed of the woman that once served Vladimir. I told him to do so, I don’t want anything that will remind me about my life at Vladimir’s estate or my hatred for him. So it’s better she doesn’t work there. Stalin asked when I’m going to return to Russia and I told him I don’t know yet but something occurred to me. It'll be great if I show Dawn Russia since I’ve practically told her most things about my life as a Pakhan. Not much about my childhood have been exposed yet. The thought made me quite happy. I swear, I spent the night imagining her with me in Russia. Dawn has become my second skin. My fingers sweep through her blonde tendrils and my heart warms.
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His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 137. Dawn.
*****Epilogue.******Six months later.**The sounds of my laughter file through the air as Yulia fills me in on Dasha’s tantrums. Something the toddler lately developed. I laugh while shoving the food down my throat, feeling more happy and safe than I’ve felt in the past year. All my paranoia vanished and now I’m even adding more weight. Jeez. I never knew I had it in me. However, I’m not eating much as the doctor advised so it'll not make my baby fat in the belly, hence difficulty in giving birth. So, that means what’s making me add weight is happiness. Wow, I never knew it’s possible until I found myself in the position. The last six months have been a water shed in my life. I thought I’d lose my pregnancy after all the torture I went through but no. I got lucky that the doctors staunched the bleeding and saved my child. Now, my belly is out and my child is growing peacefully. Dima has never stopped fussing over me and the baby. Jeez, I never knew the man
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 136. Dima
>>>>The End.>>>>I’ve been sweeping in and out of consciousness since their last bout of torture. God, my body is nothing but a house of pain. The laser they zap my body with has roped tight my muscles. I whimper, feeling the wetness gathering on my thighs. What is happening? Am I bleeding? With fear, I start to wring on the seat so my shorts will hitch up mid-thigh to reveal the wetness that has pooled in my thighs. While in my struggling process, I hear heavy footsteps edging closer to me and I peer up. There he is, waddling closer to me with a harsh gleam in his eyes. He pauses before me and I stare up at him not wanting him to smell even a string of my fear and despair. Oleg leans closer and cradles my jaw with brute force, rage gleaming in his eyes. I shudder and my inside recoils as his eyes find their way into mine. “Your knight in shining armor is out to get you.” He chuckles darkly. His thumb flicks over my parched lips. I curse him for laying his filthy
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 135. Dima.
****FBI Blacksite.*****It’s hard to take in. My mind has been boggled ever since Mae revealed the truth to me. I still have some doubts. How in hell had Benson been my father without my knowing? It’s strange. It's so difficult to believe but the string of evidence Mae pulled together is foolproof. It wasn’t something she made up. No. It’s real. It’s the truth. Benson is my father. Benson is Oleg Arkadi Kozlov. The man behind my mother’s sufferings. Shit!! I can’t wait to send him into the depths of pain and let death embrace him. Not only had he caused the woman I loved pains by raping her. No, he went as far as to make her life at Vladimir’s estate a living hell. Even when she had found peace during the time Vladimir locked Benson in Volsk, he shortened her moments of happiness with the assassination. He murdered her just to be sure he never see her live a life of fulfillment. How heartless could he be? He not only hurt my mother he also hurt me. He ruined my chi
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 134. Dima.
****Take me as hostage.*****I never once thought something would ever make me anxious in my life. Not even when my mother was shot dead before my eyes. No. All I felt when I saw my mama lying in the pool of her own blood was raw anger. I wanted so much to exert revenge on Vladimir because I tagged him as the cause of our plight. I was never anxious. But…too bad I am now. I’ve been anxious since I figured Faustina is evil. I’ve been anxious since I found out she was behind it all. She threw my rypka to the wolves to devour. My woman is out there pregnant with my seed and without protection. Fuck! I grit my teeth at the gaping realization and shove my fingers through my hair. My mind has been overloaded with the possibility of the conditions she might have been subjected to by now. Shit, I can’t take this. I can’t bring myself to imagine my rypka being tortured. I can’t envision the pain she'd be feeling. I swear to avenge her and my child. But most of all, I pray this very
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 133. Dawn.
>>>>>You're Dima's father.>>>>Whispering voices fill the air around me as I wake from my deep slumber. I wheeze a breath but I figure my throat is dry. Totally dry. I try to wet my throat with my saliva but hell, I can barely muster enough to wet my dry throat. Where am I? How long have I been unconscious? All these questions fill my head but I can’t find any answer to it. I try to peer around but darkness falls into my vision. Hell, where is this? It’s more like I have a hood over my head. I try to jerk my hands but I can’t budge. I’m tied. At that, full-blown panic sets in and I begin to whimper, budging the restraints on my hands. “Hmmm…” I hum, seeking answers while I wrack my head for answers on what literally went down.How in hell did I end up here, manacled? With the fierce intensity which I wrack my mind, things start falling into place. The golden mask festival. My flight from Dima’s house to Moscow international airport. My landing in the U.S.
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 132. Dima.
>>>>It's about you and Dawn. I never knew fury can form balls and lodge into one's chest but now I do. I fucking do because the balls keeps rotating in my chest as I punish my Byki more. “Ahhh, Pakhan please!” Russell hoots in excruciating pains as I cut his finger. He was supposed to guard the entrance but the fucker left it open and was smoking pot with some of the soldiers, giving Dawn the opportunity to escape. I fucking never knew she had plans of escape. How in hell was she able to fucking do that? I fist his hair, my jaw sets as I smack Russell hard across the face again. For the past three days, I’ve been teetering on the edge of insanity knowing my woman is out there and can get in the clutches of the wolves. I’ve not in the least bit cleared my head nor closed my eyes because if I do, only images of Dawn with her bloating belly crash into my mind. How could she do this to me? How? The woman has my child with her yet she chose to flee from me. The night of
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 131. Dawn.
*****Freedom.******The day slips by in a blur. I can’t tell what got me engaged until it’s time for the festival to begin. My nerves are jumpy while my mind is in a state of unrest about what will happen in hours to come. All day, I just lock myself in the room, thinking the best possible way to escape from this estate. I know Dima’s men are everywhere . His soldiers are stationed at every corner of this fucking place which will only make my escape hard. Hell, if care is not taken they might catch me and bring me back to their boss and only God knows what Dima will do. I all but wrack my mind for a solution. The perimeter alarm might give me away or the drones that keep flying around the estate every twenty hours. God, as much as this sounds good, I mean my ticket to freedom sounds good, it’s risky. It’s only someone that’s versatile about Dima’s property that can make an easy escape. It’s making me doubt whether I'll continue with this escape plan. If perhaps I’
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 130. Dawn.
>>>>>Ticket to freedom.>>>>>The soft knock on the door has me stirring from my sleep. I’m not able to concede the person’s visit as the door flutters open and three of Dima’s servants strut into the room bearing a dresser. I scrunch my nose knowing what the cloth they are herding into the room is for. For the past two days, I have been fitting into different dress for the so-called golden mask festival. Fucking don’t see the need for that. Dima alongside Yulia had called on the best fashion designer they have here in Russia and about three of these people brought the best of their dresses, forcing me to wear them to see the one that would suit the occasion but in the end, Dima would end up disliking it. Just yesterday, the last of the fashion designer came and took my measurements, promising to make a unique dress for me that'll suit the occasion. That should be the dress the servants are wheeling into the room. And for them to bring it here, it only means Dima approves
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 129. Dima.
>>>>An Email.>>>>I pin my back to the door immediately I exit my room…Dawn’s room. My heart rolls with bitterness against my chest. She hates me. When I kissed her I felt her hunger for me. For my touch but something made her remember just the amount of hatred she has for me. It breaks me to know I’m the reason for this severed ties between us. I am the fucking reason. But should I fault myself? I can’t fault myself at all. All my life I’m wired to hate one man and that is Vladimir and by extension, his household. So, the rage I felt when I found out the mark that signifies Dawn as his printsessa can’t be vaporized. I almost acted on impulse at the hospital that night. Hell, I almost shot her. Had it been I wasn’t on the run, in my hands would her blood swim. But if I had killed her I’d have killed my child too…something that I’ve desired to have all my life. I want to have a baby with Dawn and now she’s pregnant, only I can’t get close to her because she hates
