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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
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 36. Dawn.
***promotion. *** “We've reached, miss.” The driver's voice streams through me and I look outside through the window and notice we're in front of my dormitory. I’ve been plunged deep in thoughts about what transpired at Mari Vanna today that I had forgotten myself. With a sigh, I open the car door and alight from the car, moving close to the front passenger side door, I bring my head low and hand the driver his money. When he took off, I gaze up our dormitory building but it’s not actually that, that I’m seeing. It’s the images of what happened today that are replaying in my head. Dima’s unabashed claims that I’m his and he came to set boundaries, that’s what I’m thinking. What’s really gotten into him? I know I’m taking a risk in associating with him but I didn’t know he was like this when we met at the club. My lust for him literally blinded me. Well, I still feel the lust in front of him. Jesus…I can’t believe I squirt on my pants just because of his words. Hell, nothing of su
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 37. Dima.
***I feel high.*** “Fucking stop!” Dawn’s raging voice fills my ears as I crash my fist into the guy's face. I like the blood I’m drilling from him. No, this definitely won’t end in just hitting his goddamn face. I’ll snuff him out. He should know he’s overstepped the boundaries. I can’t believe that after my warning at Mari Vanna restaurant earlier this pussy whipped dude called Dawn out here! He's seriously interested in wanting to taste Dawn’s cunt. A cunt I’ve not placed my fingers in much less my cock and this son of a bitch has the balls to dream of it! Thank fuck that I decided to monitor Dawn than heading to the place we’ve found in Newfield. I can’t stand any man watching Dawn because she’s mine. She might not want to agree with that but with this stunt, I’m putting up she'll know she now belongs to someone. “Are you okay, Jude?” Her soft, smooth voice seeps into my ears and I refocus on the son of a bitch I’m attacking. I howl when I see Dawn holding him to her like a
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 38. Dawn.
***Sensual Sounds.**** I can’t think straight now. I don’t know whether what I did and said there was mature or childish. Do I really hate him? I ask myself as I race up the stairs of our dormitory. My heart picks up race too, slamming against the walls of my chest. The man who stole my first kiss kissed me again. The man in my wet dreams has countless times said that I belong to him. The man who happens to be a mafia…a Russian mafia just admitted he's been stalking me. I can’t believe this. That means he was the one that was watching me all those while. The man was lurking in the shadows the night I returned from Mari Vanna when I started work. Wait… is he also the one that had me running back then? No. It can’t be him. I doubt he knows my family's house. My running then was just paranoia. I doubt someone was actually there. Oh, shit! I can’t believe this whole thing. Being kissed. Being possessed by a lethal man. Being dropped off by him. Despite hitting him. I did step o
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 39. Dawn.
***Apology letters.*** I’ve been awake for hours now, trying to read. Our exams are fast approaching if I’m not mistaken. So, I can't mess up the little opportunity I’ve left. I need to cover the courses I missed. Read the ones I found hard to understand before now. Thankfully, the hours which I’ve sacrificed to focus and read haven’t been a waste. I understand my organic chemistry course better than before. I yawn as I flip through the pages of the textbook, reading, skimming, and making shot notes that’ll aid me during revision week. Lily twirls in her bed, still fast asleep. I guess the series of orgasms she got last night helped her sleep soundly without waking up to cry her heart out. I come across a word I find hard to understand, so I dart my eyes in search of my phone to browse the meaning. I peer at my bed, my table, and the bag I came home with but I can’t see it here. “Where could I have left my phone?” I mutter. “Any problem, Dawn?” I hear Lilly’s voice and turn t
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 40. Dima.
***Not a fair game.*** It’s been over six days since I last saw Dawn that night I dropped her in front of her dormitory. The night I descended my lips on hers and tasted her just like I’ve craved. Though it’s been six days since the last time I saw her, I’ve been sending her flower to placate her feelings. I’m not particularly a romantic man but Akim advised me that if I want to lure the girl to me, I need to go the most romantic way possible. While we were having the conversation at our new hideout, a one-story building we rented at Newfield, Leonid contributed. He agreed to Akim’s words and said that most American girls love Romance, unlike Russian girls who want to be taken however brutal it can be. But I doubt Dawn is an American. She is a Slavic girl. A Russian by birth. Though, I’m yet to figure that out. However, I had a rethink that night because of the rage that slipped from Dawn’s eyes when she walked away. The words she spat that were spiced with hatred showed there w
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 41. Dawn.
****Someone's coming to help me.**** “Oh…” I sigh and pause vacuuming the floor of Mari Vanna to reach for my phone. It’s already dark and we've closed for the day but I decide to vacuum the floors, and help my colleagues to wash the dishes before heading home. I dip my hand into my breast pocket and slip my phone out. I glance at the screen and see Lilly’s name flashing on the screen. With effort, I swipe my fingers across the screen. It’s been a long day and my body is already aching but I decide to keep working so tomorrow we'll have fewer things to do before serving the customers, for instance, vacuuming the floor. Viktor already left around ten thirty p.m, so it’s just remaining Alina and a few of us. Since he got married, he's been leaving work early and doesn’t stay back to fuck the workers before heading home. I guess that's part of what makes marriage good. It will make indisciplined individuals make some adjustments. “Hello, Lilly. What’s good?” I croon into the p
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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
