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27. Dima.
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His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 28. Dawn.
***He's dangerous.*** My hands lap my thighs, shaking lightly. The dark room is only lit by the fluorescent light above my head. A few meters from my stead, my therapist, Dr. Sarah, sits and gauges my reaction.What I just discovered makes me worried yet the feelings I felt the first day we met still swim through me. The tingles that drove around my body when his lips touched my knuckles hours ago. I love the feeling I felt.I love how his lips smeared across my skin and it makes me wonder how will his cock smear the wetness I felt down my pussy to my entrance and clit. I’ve never harbored such thoughts before now.I don’t think of sex just books but with Dima in my life, I can feel the spark of tingles between my legs and think about sleeping with him.However, the fact that someone wants him dead scares me. I itch to tell him the truth but on the other hand, I can’t really say who the suit man was.I couldn’t see his face.Couldn’t hear his voice well.Couldn’t see his skin properly
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 29. Dawn.
***A typical pornstar.*** My feet clack on the floor as I walk inside and my eyes run across the walls filled with X-rated images which include hers. She folds her arms and watches me stare at her room which looks nothing like a student's room. She’s a typical pornstar and from the comments written and pasted on her wall, she’s gone deep into the job. I want to address her by her name but I can’t remember if she told me any. “This is…” “Arousing.” She completes the word for me and lurches to my side, to the place I am staring at a woman whose cunt is full display on the camera. “People have these kinks they'd love to learn or to try.” She begins and I give her my full attention. “I was able to learn that from a few of my friends who wanted to explore that types of sex shits others don’t acknowledge, I came up with the idea of…creating a website and making it available for those that want to explore those kinda kinks. Like tying a woman to a bed with ropes or handcuffs, swatting a
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 30. Dima.
***Columbia attack.*** I hear something like a fist hit the wall in the distance and then a growl coupled with Russian curse words.“Сука.” Akim’s voice bellows down the hallway and the yells interrupt my video call with Stalin.He leans closer to the camera and asks in Russian. “What’s that sound?”I sigh, pinching the skin between my brows. The past three days have been stressful and shit. I and my Byki have tried to torture the teenage boy we picked up after the last attack but we couldn’t get him to talk.The boy is implacably determined as a bitch, willing to seal his lips until death. I guess that’s an oath they made him take and he's trying to keep to his oath.Damn.The boy just reminds me of my younger self. Obstinate and filled with red blood at the gulag. My stubbornness is one of the reasons I was kept in a separate cell, alone unlike other kids. That’s one of the reasons the guards didn’t fuck me as they did to the others.My stubbornness lured Igor Abramov and his intere
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 31. Dima.
****I didn't kill him.**** “Let me walk on my own. Don’t drag me!” I hear yells coming towards my office door and I know they’re bringing the bitch that stalks on us. I thought, she only wanted dicks and fuck but no, I thought wrong. The girl has a seeming connection to the mastermind behind the attacks against me. I hear her stamp her feet on the hardwood floor in resistance but Akim barks something to her in Russian. I wonder if she hears Russia because she slam her mouth shut immediately and seems to have cooperated, her stamping on the floor come to a halt. I swivel my chair around, my body buzzing with adrenaline at what I’m about to do to that bitch if I find out who she works with. My eyes takes a quick glance at the mountainous vistas from outside. I see people hiking the mountain. My eyes move to other areas in a distant view, and I make out cattle ranch and two people feeding the cattle. I cut my eyes away from the beautiful view from the distant and pin my attention to
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 32. Dawn.
***Indulge in sex.*** Hell, my whole body aches and I feel so sleepy. The past three days have been brimmed with school activities and work. I leave for lectures early usually around eight in the morning and come over to Mari Vanna at three p.m. Then I’ll work my ass out until twelve a.m. When I get to my dormitory, I barely read up to two pages of my textbook before pleasuring myself. Well, I try to suppress my moans because of Lilly. I wouldn’t want her to find out I do that shit. I want it to be kept between me and my pornstar dorm neighbor that taught me the kink. This is the reason I have a dark circle lining under my eyes. As I exit the lecture hall and walk through the hallway where students line up, chatting, taking pictures, and also sharing kisses, I keep my head straight as much as I can. The mewled sounds escaping the dueling mouths send tingles between my legs, making me remember the things I shouldn’t remember. Dima’s kiss at the club. “Dawn…” Someone calls out to m
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 33. Dawn.
***Did I just squirt?*** Dima walks into the restaurant with his bodyguard in tow and he locks eyes with me. My heart begins to hit harder against my chest at the sight of the man walking in my direction. For a moment there, I'm lost in reverie, my mind replaying the times I came across him. His thick leather Jacket clings to his biceps, so tightly you can see the way his muscles flex when he moves his hands. I’m briefly aware of how my panties begin to soak. Just the sight of this man makes my pussy throb, needing to be fingered, to be fucked. Omigod. I really want to taste him, his hair, sweat, hands, cock, cum. I want to have a taste of everything about him. From the looks you can tell he's delicious, sweet and I want to have a taste of that sweetness. His eyes never stray from mine as he comes over and takes a seat at the table beside the Jew guy. Speaking of which, I break my eye contact with Dima and settle it on the Jew guy whose grin is still visible on his face. His ey
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 34. Dima.
***Claiming what's mine.*** I’m stunned by the way Dawn ran away from my presence as if I just scared her. I didn’t miss the chills that spread on her skin when my finger came in contact with hers.She doesn’t know I own her. She fucking doesn’t know she belongs to me. Yes, I’m out to stake claim over her. To scream to people that Dawn belongs to me.She’ll will be my exclusive fuck toy, and no man should look her way much less engage her in a fucked up conversation.That dude I threw out is insane, blind and full of disrespect. No one questions me and the insolent small dick of a guy has the balls to question my orders.He's lucky I’m only trying to couch my real side here in America and also because I don’t want to show Dawn my honest dark side until I claim her whole.Fucking fuck!I take a seat on the table I was on, boiling with immeasurable rage. I saw the way the bastard licked his lips like he wants to taste the waters of her pussy. Hell, a pussy that’s ought to mine and mine
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 35. Dima.
***Shared a kiss.*** Thirty seconds.One minute.Two minutes.Three minutes.I lost count of time Dawn stands frozen while watching me with a widened mouth as my hand fly up to the tip of my cock and lower to the base flanked by my dark hair.She has literally forgotten that she’s in her workplace, although very few customers remain now and I doubt anyone notices the thick air surrounding us and the way my palm roams across my rock-hard cock. I feel a bolt of electricity shoot through me when Dawn’s mouth sucks in a shuddering breath and her throat bobs. She can’t deny the hunger my ministrations against my cock implants in her.She still stands, gaze pinned on me, eyes unblinking, throat bobs as she watches. Sensing the scene playing between us, Akim rises to his feet and moves away from the restaurant, giving me a chance to lure my bird to my trap.My fucking, beautiful bird.Sensing the need billowing through her by the weight of breath she gulped, I pull my cock out more. I want
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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
