All Chapters of His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

***Sexual burn.*** The silence in the car is a suffocating one which started after Dima revealed he'll punish me. My heart is thrumming against the walls of my chest. My head bangs violently as though a car rolled through it. My lips are thinned in a straight line, making all the words of protest I could have spilled die in my mouth. I'm gripped by the cold hands of fear. The anxiety embraces me like a cloak. However, the twisted part of it all is that my body hums in anticipation of this punishment. With the dark hunger gleaming in Dima’s eyes, the sensual way he held me out there I can’t stop conjuring up images of how this punishment will go. In some perverse way, the punishment will be one that will tie me to him. It might be one where my innocence will be taken by the man I had always had wet dreams for. For the man, I can’t stop thinking and cooking up images in my head while pleasuring myself. The fear aside, sexual tension is flooding through me, sizzling heat gathering do

***She's still pure.*** Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Again and again the words rings in my head as I stare in awe at the girl kneeling before me with wetness dripping down her thighs. All the while I’ve weighed Dawn I hadn’t gotten it right. My assumptions were wrong. I thought that Dawn has been tainted by men. I thought she must have had someone in the past who have taken her innocence. I thought she must have been fucked at least by two guys…two frat boys at least, but I was wrong. My desire to prove I own her transcended punishing her by spanking her. When I landed the whip on her skin, I thought she’d disagree but to my greatest surprise, I caught a whiff of her musky scent. The scent of her nether had my mind reeling, my cock rock hard, it was making me nuts. I looked down only to see the wetness that gathered on her cunt. The liquid so alluring, I doubt any woman’s wetness is as beautiful as the one dripping from Dawn’s pussy. Unable to rein it in again, I pull my cock off f

***Bury myself inside her.*** My mind is poisoned by dreams, I realize as I toss and turn on the bed. It’s been so long since I’ve had these dreams. The dreams I all but buried in the dark holes of my mind. Never to remember them again. **** “Oksana!” That voice again, it’s coming in our direction. My mother quickly drops her basket like someone jolted by electricity. I see her chest beginning to heave as she swipes her dirty hands on her apron. Her dark, raven hair is in a loose bun, and some of the tendrils frame her pale face. Using her forearm clad by her long sleeve dress, she swipes at the beads of sweat across her forehead. She angles her face down as he approaches us, maneuvering other workers in the estate. “Lord, Vladimir. Good day.” My mother belts out her greetings and I remain stiff watching the man. The man I've come to hate since I figured he hurts her. I know he does nothing but inflict pains on her while pretending to be a good man. While pretending to be dif

***I must find out.*** I pause what I’m doing when I hear Dawn’s questions and feel her fingers trailing my scars and blazing my skin. I was still battling with my conscience as to why I’m doing this. Why I’m washing Dawn up. I’ve never so much as slept on the bed with a woman I just finished fucking much less bathing her. But here I am, fingering Dawn’s hair while I wash it clean with my shampoo. I don’t get it. The blazing urge to possess her doesn’t just end in getting into her pussy and fucking her to oblivion. It extends to harboring some tenderness inside me, the tenderness I can only unleash on her. It extends to the level that I should care for her. Make her clean after ruthlessly fucking her pussy and mouth. I can’t believe a hard man like me will soften because of a girl. A girl who still hides her real identity from me. A girl with nothing but a Slavic face that pretends to be an American by birth. “Did someone…cut you?” Her strained voice and question rivet my mi

****Use Condom on me.**** “Dima…” She groans as I bite on her lips and nip on it. Dawn is driving me crazy. Making me forget what I should be doing. I’ve multiple things that require my attention yet I can seem to get enough of her. She’s driving me nuts. I have never wanted a woman the way I want Dawn. I want her by my side always. I want to know her thoughts. I want to control the breath she subsists on. I want to…“Dima…please, oh shit.” She whimpers as I pick her up, her legs circling around my waist. The spray from the shower pours on our skin. Her delicate body perfectly molds around mine, making my cock jerk with the need to be inside her. I don’t let go of her lip, I suckle on it, her hands raking through my wet hair. The fact that she openly admitted that she felt that visceral feeling I felt the day I kissed her adds to the conflagration of need pulsing through me. Our tongue duels. Mine getting the upper hand, dominating hers. She extricated her lips a tad to get a lun