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75. Sshhhh.... Enough. I let you cry for twenty minutes
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Amayra
My entire body trembled when I found dada gazing at him.
"Don't", Abraham groaned, his voice was shimmering like a volcano. "Don't dare to raise your fucking hand on her. Who gave you the right?"He jerked off his hand."Abraham!", I muffled from behind and I didn't know if he had heard me."And who gave you the right to interfere between us? I'm her grandfather. Don't forget that", dada grumbled."I have no interest in inferring. But it felt right to remind you that, Shashankveer Mehta, even if she is your beloved granddaughter, no one gives you the right to raise a hand on a grown-up girl", he almost covered me and my damp eyes staring at him."Look who's talking about morals?", dada cracked up."Better than you", Abraham screeched. "And it'll be better if you control your fuckingRelated chapters
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Amayra "Dada, just give me some more days, please", I whispered on the call. I didn't want Abraham to know that I was talking to dada. He would lose it. "First tell me what's happening between you and Abraham?", he groaned. "Don't forget you're getting married to Daniel. You should feel lucky that Daniel is taking all this. No guy can bear his would be staying with another man. I felt so ashamed before Daniel" "He knows everything. I had never hidden anything about our relationship", I fired back. "But what I saw today wasn't just a live-in relationship, Amayra", he remarked. "It was more than that. And I'm afraid you'll betray us" "I'll prefer dying rather than betraying you, dada", my voice was firm. "I'll fix everything soon. No one will face any problem because of me" My voice almost cracked. However, dada didn't seem to notice that. "Good! By the way, there's a seminar for all the industrials of Albania. M
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 77. She is obsessed with your fucking dick, Abraham
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Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 78. Her Stripper?
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Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 79. You have three more nights to fuck me
Abraham"Boss, do we need to come?", Victor asked on the call."For sure. All the industrialists who will attend the event have links to the underworld. Daniel will be there too. He has definitely some motive behind this event""Maybe, Zoen has told me that he'll soon have a deal. He must be talking about this. Yes. He.......", my voice stuck inside and my eyes froze... On her.Amayra was standing in front of me. She had worn a black strapless dress, which ended in the middle of her thighs. Her wavy hairs left opened, covering one of her shoulders, big circle-shaped earrings glistening in her ears. Her skin glowed with a light touch of makeup and her lips looked more delightful in pink shade.I couldn't drive my eyes away from her."Fucking beautiful!", I spit out."Boss!!", Victor exclaimed. "What?""Nothing", I drov
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Abraham"She's gone again", Victor laughed. But I was about to go in a deep right there."Didn't you remember what I did to you that night?", Amayra twisted her fists, speaking in a low tone."I.... I just came to apologize", Eisha muttered."He doesn't want your apologies, honey", Amayra crossed her hands and smiled. That bitchy smile of hers. Honestly, I loved that side of hers. "In fact, he doesn't you around him. So, just go and fuck yourself", she patted Eisha's cheek.Eisha's face turned pale. She might have remembered that horrible night of her life when she was thrashed."Amayra! What are you doing here?", Daniel appeared there and scanned us."Huh! Sorry to interrupt. But you were about to be with me this evening", he grabbed her waist again but Amayra immediately shoved his hand away. I grinned.&nbs
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 81. Why did you sleep with me?
Abraham She was fucking drunk. I could notice her face well. She smashed Daniel's head. Two guards reached there to handle him when I rushed to Amayra. "Amayra! What happened?" She kept staring at me without speaking a word. Her eyes were swollen as if she had cried a lot. "Am....", before I could say something, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me upstairs. I kept asking her but she didn't reply. She kept walking until we were in the same room where we stayed before. She slammed the door, pushed me against the wall, and smashed her lips with mine. Her lips tasted of bitter vodka. Her tongue tasted more bitter. I wondered how many pegs she had. She kissed me so hard as if she was starving for it. I also kissed her back. She yanked my collar, nibbling my upper and lower lips, pulling me away. "You're mine", she panted, looking
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 82. You don't need him anymore
Abraham"No", she said."Are you lying?""No! I can never regret that", she confessed. I sighed in relief. If she would say the opposite, I would never forgive myself.I took a deep breath and turned to her again."Yes, I slept with you. Because I lusted for you for fucking eight years. I indeed needed your body. And I also knew it was mere lust. It won't affect you later because lust can never hurt us. I thought you'd forget me and choose your path. If I got married to you, you'd get trapped with me just like my mom got trapped with my dad. She kept weeping all her life and ended up having a son just like her husband. It can't be avoided. Once one steps into this dark world, it becomes a legacy. This chain is unbreakable. I didn't want you to suffer. But.....", I sighed. "Now I know no one can accept your flaws and keep you happy without changing yo
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 83. Let Daniel F*ck you
AmayraMy eyes were wide open to the window when the sun was rising, tearing the dark sky and enlightening the whole world. But my life seemed to be stuck there from last night in darkness.I couldn't sleep at all. I tried to talk to Abraham. But he didn't talk to me. I stayed in the room, he might be sleeping on the couch. Did he sleep? I didn't he could. My eyes burnt. I cried the whole night which I never did in my life. It wasn't only because he was mad at me. After all, I realized I had only one day left with him. And I don't even know if he would talk to me properly.Getting up from the bed I walked inside the washroom. My head felt too heavy. I turned the shower on. I never bathed in cold water in the morning but today I didn't even feel the chills. My body was numb.My eyes moved to the mirror and roamed across my body. It was filled with his rough love bites. Why couldn't those marks be permanent? At least, I could bear them my whole life.
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