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Mafia’s doll Chapter-44
The door knob twisted and the sound had Amara turn around. She watched as Martha entered. A small smile resting on her lips. Amara smiled back. “Good morning. How are you?”“That should be my line.” Martha rolled her eyes and Amara giggled like a child as she helped Martha placing the tray of food on the bedside table. “Here, eat your breakfast. I’ll bring your medicines.” Martha said and Amara nodded like an obedient child. Martha smiled and walked to the door. Amara’s stomach growled at the sight of food as she dipped the spoon into the warm soup and was about to scoop up the rest when she heard it. The familiar click of the lock. Frowning she looked at the closed door for a moment. Did she lock it? Something panic swept through her as she confusedly moved the tray aside and moved towards the door, hoping it might be all her paranoia. Martha wouldn’t lock the door. But when she grabbed the knob and twisted it, her frown deepened.“Why is it locked?” She mumbled to herself. Frown
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"You’re so fucking wet, little one. Yet you pretend you don’t like it." Rhys grinned rubbing his fingers between her lower lips making Amara look wide-eyed at him. Her breathing was hazardous and so was her heart. No one had ever touched her this way, but with him, it felt so right yet wrong at the same time. Just like a moth drawn to the flame, like a dreamer chasing shadows in the moonlight."W-what are you—Ah!" Rhys grabbed her ankle and raised her leg to his shoulder as the lingerie rode up gathering around her hips and exposing her slim soft legs that just tempted him to do more than just look."He shouldn’t have touched you, little one." Rhys's hard voice sent shivers down her spine making her squirm like a thirsty kitten in his palms before he pinched her clit hard. “I’ll imprint myself on this body so that no man would ever be able to put his hands on you again." "You’re mine, Amara. No matter what this world says, you will always be mine. No power in this universe can stop
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Darkness always lured him. The lure of the unknown. Ever since childhood, he found comfort in nights rather than the golden flashy days. They gave him a convenience of some kind, unlike the days when he’d have to witness a constant endeavour of his own. The pressure of being the eldest son of the De Luca family. The all-rounder, prideful, arrogant, cold son of the family. It intrigued him why humans tend to be drawn more to the light than the darkness. When it was the lights that judged them. And in the embrace of the darkness, he felt contempt. Wandering from place to place, yet couldn’t find the sign of peace. Like chaos was meant to be with him.Or was the chaos he was trying to escape within him? His solitude never bothered him, he was satisfied with whatever he had. Why did he want her? why was it only she had the power to make him go insane? The woman under him was the one he dreamt of every day and night. The mere childhood crush was now a full-blown destination. All his thou
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Amara couldn’t feel her legs anymore. The tremble was worse than in her chest. With his body pressed against her, Amara wasn’t sure how to calm her heart. The aftermath brought both shame and guilt. What just happened? Did she just… came on his fingers and mouth? Amara felt embarrassment washing over her. In the haze of her orgasm, Amara couldn’t recall when he carried her to the bathroom and cleaned her. She was still feeling drowsy and dizzy, but she remembered the way his hands wiped between her legs, gently not overstimulating her sensitive parts, though there was a teasing flicker in the brush of his fingertips, Amara let him. She had no power to resist him, and neither did she dare to defy him. Gently he laid her on the bed. Amara felt his warmth stripping away, just as she thought he left, she felt something cold against her shoulders.Rhys gently stripped her off the lingerie, throwing it on the floor, and unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes raked over her naked body curled on the
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“Yes, I understand.” She mumbled softly.Rhys hummed letting his gaze wander on her face and let go of her thigh, and resumed feeding her. Amara ate obediently. She hadn’t eaten anything since morning, and Rhys had exhausted her – both physically and emotionally.Her heart would skip a beat recalling the way she shattered in his arms, the way he collected her and then enthralled her whole.It was both fascinating and dangerous. She was losing herself in him in an unexplainable way. Strangely, more than fear, she was feeling at ease the more he pushed her boundaries and forcefully let himself in.Amara was aware of the way her heart would betray her in his presence. How her body would tingle for his feathery touches, and her eyes would be captivated by him. In his presence, she was a goner.Stealing furtive glances at him her heart wrestled with a flurry of conflicting sensations. The air crackled with tension, mirroring the unease in Amara's chest. Rhys exuded an aura that both intrig
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The cosy kitchen bathed in a delicious, soft aroma. Amara fidgeted with her fingers recalling how rude was to Martha. Guilt swept over her and she hesitated to face her. Martha was the only one after Rhys who took care of her when she wasn’t able to walk. Helped her walk and never let her feel alone in this huge mansion, and what did Amara do in return? Hurt her with her sharp tongue, inconsiderate of the relation they had.Her chest felt heavy as she recalled the look of hurt on Martha’s face. Amara contemplated, shifting from foot to foot when Martha suddenly turned around with a whisk in one hand and the bowl in another. Her eyes widened and her hands stilled their motion.“Amara?” Surprise laced her voice. Amara stood there, her internal conflict reflected in the uncertain crease of her brow. The weight of guilt bore down on her, rendering her momentarily speechless. She desperately searched for the right words to express the remorse that churned within.With a hesitant swallow,
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Amara knelt beside the bed of flowers, her fingers delicately tracing the edges of the petals. Rhys watched with a rare smile on his lips as Amara’s face lit up. His eyes took in her angelic and captivating aura. Eyes that had entrapped him, made him their slaves, making him wish to seek refuge in those dark orbs. Captivated by the cascade of her beautiful, long hair. A tender smile played on his lips as he found himself lost in the dark strands, thinking that perhaps he should dwell within their shadow. And stay there for eternity. The desire was both overpowering and lethargic, something he hadn’t felt for anyone. Taking a step towards her, he stood behind her while she caressed the delicate petals of the peonies. “I don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with flowers.” He asked curiously with his hands in the pockets of his dark slacks. Amara frowned and looked up at him with glossy eyes. A small pout on her pink lips. “If you don’t like them, then why did you plant them?” R
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Amara was flushed to her core. Her insides were dancing weirdly and her body in his arms was feeling so hot despite the cold rain as he carried her inside. Her legs had given up on the strength, and so did her arms. She was thankful Rhys was carrying her. Cause she didn’t know how she would’ve managed to climb the stairs with a tremble.Her breaths, heart, and time seem to be still all together. These feelings she was experiencing were so strange and somewhat familiar like she had gone through them sometime earlier. Hiding her face into his neck, Amara breathed in his scent. Her lips met his neck unconsciously, drinking in the rain droplets, tasting his skin.Rhys’s breath hitched as he looked down at her in his arms. If she kept provoking him like this, he’d end up doing something crazy. His self-control was slipping, and she kept teasing him with her innocence. Those slanted eyes, dark locks, parted lips, and vulnerability in her eyes. Fuck. F
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Two weeks laterNo matter if I am alive or not, you must always be with me, residing inside me. If I were to face death, my only wish is to spend my final moments in your arms, Amara. Whenever the rain troubles you, consider me as the raindrops. And when the warmth of the sun touches your feet, know that it is my essence within those sun rays.Rhys gripped the pen tightly in his hand, his eyes staring in darkness and he watched the stars dissipating behind the clouds in the dark sky. His heart was heavy and his eyes blurred with unshed tears.The chords of his heart were broken, his nights were sleepless. Yet he couldn't stop recalling the last look of panic and concern on her face. He should be happy that she felt something for him, but at what cost? On the verge of losing her...Whom I should ask, Amara? You are not here. Where do I search for your touches of laughter, this world is filled with silences. Where do I find happiness, Amara, when you are not here? I don't know how many
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A sharp agonising pain stung the side of her body as she moaned in pain. She panted as she tried to blink the blurriness away. There was a long silent pause for a moment when a scream left her mouth as her body was jerked forward. Confused and panicked she yelped as she felt something trailing down her arms.Looking down she saw blood oozing down her arms, the pain came afterwards when she realised she had a deep cut over her upper arm. The tattered piece of shirt dug into the wound as she winced at the stinging sensation. Crawling on her legs she pushed herself up as she swayed at the dizziness.With unfocused vision, she breathed heavily trying to stand still but due to weakness and exhaustion, she stumbled a step back before a large pair of hands e flushed her in a warm embrace.There was chaos all around but what stood among them was shooting sounds. Amara felt her heart pounding loudly in her chest as she looked baffled at the person behind her. Her eyes widened as she saw his fa
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Amara shrieked in fear, she woke up terrified from the nightmare, her body drenched in sweat. Her heart racing and her hands trembling as she tried to catch her breath, the memory of the terrifying images still fresh in her mind. She didn't understand what she exactly saw a nightmare or twisted fragment of her lost memories. It all seemed too real to be called a mere nightmare.Reality blurred with the remnants of the nightmare, leaving her disoriented and unsure of her surroundings. Anxiety coursed through her veins, a relentless tide threatening to overwhelm her fragile sense of composure. She longed for the comforting embrace of Rhys.Yet, despite her desperate yearning for solace, she found herself hesitating to close her eyes again, afraid of what horrors the night may hold. Each moment of wakefulness was a precarious balance between the desire for rest and the dread of reliving the nightmare's torment. She was scared. Terrified. Top of FormShe patted her cheek when she felt som
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He clenched his fists, teeth grinding as he looked down at her unconscious frame. The straps of the dress had slipped down to her shoulder exposing the delicate collar bones. A flash of raging blood flashed through his eyes as his dark eyes zeroed in on the hickeys on her neck descending under her blouse. It infuriated him when he saw Rhys with her, and it angered him more knowing that the bastard had her. So many days without her. "I fucking don't care. I am not backing down." He raised his head ever so gradually as his dark eyes held his Francis. Francis clenched his jaw as he said. "I can kill for her too. And I won't hesitate, not even a bit." Francis let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his dishevelled hair. He looked at Amara and another stressed breath left his mouth. He was fucked, along with his son. Not only did he mess with Rhys, but Rhys De Luca would also crush them under his feet. ***** Amara woke up with a pounding sensation and dizzy head. The firs
