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His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 64. Dawn.
****Giving me pleasure.***** My hunger for Dima fester as he completely bites down on my lips like a hungry lion. He feed on me like he's feeding on his prey. I’m vaguely aware of the fact that we’re in a gym and anyone can walk in on us doing this naughty thing. “Dima…” I break away and try to speak but again, Dima dives into my mouth, rocking his tongue against mine, our breaths collides. He slants my head to be able to penetrate deeper as much as he can and he did. He forays deeper into the depth of my mouth, sheathing his lower lip and tongue as he duels it against mine. My legs buckle, my hands wind at the back of his head as he sucks all my breath and energy while giving me pleasure. A suffocating pleasure. I moan into his mouth and he growls. “Fuck…baby…” He muses and begins to kiss my jaw and the corners of my mouth down to my throat. He swirls his tongue over the skin on the column of my neck as I feel my pussy liquefying when he kisses a soft spot beneath my
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 65. Dima.
****Touch your clit.**** I grope Dawn’s ass the moment I shut the door of the hotel room behind me. I and my Byki have been here for some days so it’d be easier for us to monitor Nina Makarova. She stays in a hotel twenty minutes drive from here. For the past five days, I’ve missed Dawn. I wanted her so badly but I had to refrain myself from going over to her. I needed to figure the shit with Nina Makarova out but I found out the politician she’s having an affair with is a top one. He’s as rich as Benson and we're yet to find out who the man is. The hotel she stays in is heavily guarded and she has dozens of security guarding her whenever she wants to leave the hotel. It was tough; the past five days were tough. We had to follow Nina Makarova incognito whenever she leaves the hotel. Yesterday, she attended one of the top politicians' birthday party. We parked by the road watching the cars coming in but I never saw Nina Makarova with a man. I and my guys were frustrated beyon
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 66. Dima.
****The conveyor.**** We lie on the bed with Dawn’s head pillowed on my arm while one of her arms rests across my stomach. My legs are crossed at the ankles, my gaze pinned on the ceiling. We’re both panting excessively from the exercise and our skin is covered with sweat and cum but I can’t bring myself to leave this bed. The intimate position we lie on is one I’ve never experienced and right now, I can’t tell you how much I love it. I want Dawn to lay over me, to crush her sweaty skin over mine so that we'll be so connected and inseparable. Her curiosity hasn’t doused, she literally wants to know where I was. “Being busy with work.” I muse and begin to fist my fingers through her blonde hair. “What kind of work? Do you by any chance own a company here in the States?” She begins to pat her hand over my scars, sending tingles deep within me. My mind is adrift with shits about Nina Makarova and the fact that I’m a wanted person in the underworld now but with Dawn by my side, thos
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 67. Dawn.
>>>>>Too dangerous to mess with.>>>>> I’m surprised at Dima’s actions. A man as potent and lethally looking like him shouldn’t be doing this; trying to placate me after fucking me to oblivion. Something flashed in his eyes when I told him about how my bones ached and how sore my insides feel from that brutal fuck he gave me. I mindlessly dozed off when he snaked into the bathroom last night to take a call. I don’t know why he seems bothered. Well, he said they’re monitoring someone and I was on the verge of asking him if it’s the person that almost assassinated him at the club but I decided against it because I don’t know how Dima will take it. I’ve wanted to tell him what I heard and saw back at that club we met but I can’t. I can’t bring myself to say that. After I fell I asleep I felt him griping me from behind and stayed like that for however long it was before I felt him stroking me with precision. My sleepy protest was smothered by his brutal yet gentle kiss. I don’t know h
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 68. Dawn.
>>>>Get in the car, Dawn.>>>>> I leap toward my closet, perusing it for the dress I’m going to wear to school while Lilly bombards me with questions about Dima. I can’t call him my boyfriend because he’s basically claiming me as his property. From all the things I've read in novels and heard people saying, a boyfriend doesn’t claim his girl the way Dima does. He doesn’t threaten to kill the people around me. However, Dima isn’t like other men. He’s different. He’s a mafia. Seeing that Lilly isn’t ready to drop the topic, I whirl around and spare her a glance. “What can I say?” She lifts her shoulders in a shrug. “That he's your boyfriend?” I don’t know how long I’ll keep denying it. It won’t last. I guess as long as Dima stays here in America. I’ll be his possession until he flies back to Eastern Europe. I already have proof of that. Coming to me after five days of being away and knowing so much about Peter is enough proof. He’s not done with me. Until he’s done, I’m his whic
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 69. Dawn.
>>>>You're my little fish.>>>>> Dima drives the car to Fordham and silence encompasses us. I furl my fingers, still feeling annoyed by how he had commanded me earlier. I shouldn’t be surprised but I am. I wonder how long things are going to be this way. I mean, having to obey his commands. Seriously? Is this how most guy treat their girl? Dima is different. Dima is a mafia. Again my mind chooses to remind me the kind of man Dima is. Despite having a knowledge of this, I can’t help myself drooling as I look over at him, getting rewarded by his thick, chiseled jaw dusted by a hint of stubble. His lips are pressed in a thin line. Dragging my gaze lower, I glimpse how he holds the steering wheel with just one muscled arm which flexes with every move, his other hand rests on the console. I pin my eyes on his big fingers which drums atop the console. As if he noticed my staring feast, he drags his hand that rests over the console to my thigh and caresses me. I look back at him and
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 70. Dima.
>>>>Don't drag me.>>>>> I cursed inwardly at the image that invaded my mind when I dropped Dawn earlier in school, at that point when I slide my hand through her golden blonde hair. It’s an image of the man from my past. The man whom my mother had doted on but was physically and emotionally hurt all the damn time I see her. Vladimir. It was as if Dawn has just the same features as him. Now, I’m beginning to sense where this familiarity comes from. But I had to shove it away because it can’t possibly be the truth. It can’t be. No. I shook inwardly as I try to push the thought away. Vladimir had one daughter named Nastja Vladimirovna. A girl who was barely six and was infinitely secured in the four walls of her father’s house. Not everyone was opportune to see the girl. She was his little printsessa. Vladimir loved her with every drop of his blood because her mother died when giving birth to her which is why he protects her with his life. Only a few were able to see Nastja Vladi
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 71. Dima.
>>>>>Fate brought us together.>>>>> As many times as possible, Dawn try to wriggle her wrist from my clutches. My obsession with her has doubled tenfold and I'm surprised I manageably left the place without so much landing a blow on the guy’s face. No matter how much I’d love to do that shit, I can’t. At least I’m trying to consider Dawn’s reputation here in school. Left for me alone I'll kill anyone that so much as lay a finger on her without breaking a breath just like I had promised her but some sane part of me frown starting outright here in school. It'll taint Dawn’s dignity splotches of red. However, that in anyway doesn’t mean l’ll keep on turning blind eye to the shit that happened a fraction of a minute ago. No. If I do, people like that dude would take me for granted, given that they ignorant of my real identity. The little sun that sits above beams on us as I drag Dawn away from their faculty, eyes fixated on us but I don’t give even a tinge attention to it. Dawn’s
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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
