Claimed by the Mafia King

“Do you want dinner in bed or on the dining?” White lion asked, immediately I came out.

My heart flew out of my chest and my hands flew to wherever I thought my heart was. Holding it.

I was breathing heavily now convinced that if White lion didn’t kill me with his gun then I would die of a heart attack either ways.

“I don’t want to eat.” I whispered.

He looked at me trying to keep his face as blank as possible but I sensed that he was holding on to his control by a thread. “What is troubling you?”

I took in deep breaths to calm myself. “You kill all the people that touch me for touching me only? Or is it just a habit of yours_ Killing people?” I dared to ask.

I was shaking so bad and my hands were sweaty. I was visibly perspirating even though the Ac was on. Still, I just needed to get all these questions of my chest.

He was acting so strange and mad. I knew that I would end up dead either ways. Whether I spoke up against him or not I was still going to end up dead. So why be silent?

He started walking towards me, and with each step he took further I took one back in fear and desperation to create space between us, until I was backed up against the wall. He stood so close to me now I was practically breathing his air.

I was trapped under his gaze and a wave of heat passed through me from him. I inhaled as my eyes locked with his. His eyes entrapped me.

“Like I told you in the very beginning when we first met, You’re mine! And when something is mine no one touches it. So when another man wants to touch you beg him to stop not for your sake but for his. No matter how many they are or how minute the touch is they will end up below the ground the moment they do. You are mine.”

My heart started beating wildly against my chest and a wave of anger passed through my veins.

“I. Do. Not. Belong to you or anyone.” I said accentuating each syllable.

My voice was firm but in my heart I was almost dead from fear.

I was daring him, trying to anger him and I didn’t know why. It was like I wanted him to hit me, to punish me in some kind of way. Not in the dominant way I think_ but then, I didn’t even know what I was thinking. All my sexual fantasies seemed to be hitting me like a wave.

He laughed. The sound he made lacked humor sending a cold chill down my spine. He moved closer to me, so close I could feel the tip of his cock on my stomach. “You do not want to play this game with me.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

My mind immediately went to the night when I had felt Ken’s cock on my ass. Then I had been so disgusted but now, now I wanted to reach down and grab White Lion’s…

Stop it Mira! I cautioned myself. He is a criminal.

I tried to speak but no words came out. I could not believe that there would ever come a day when desire was going to leave me speechless.

When I would feel so hungry not for physical food but for a Mans touch.

I wanted to touch him too.

I had to hide the intense intoxicating feeling that was coming to me all at once and taking me by surprise. I had to because it wasn’t right, it just wasn’t right to make love to a stranger even though the only thing I wanted to do now was kiss him.

To kiss those beautiful plump lips of his. Power, danger, and his handsomeness were taking over my mind fast.

“I just want to leave.” I stuttered. My voice was barely above a whisper, It sounded like I was being choked. And yes I was being choked not physically though but internally_ I was being choked by his presence.

I expected him to laugh at me, but instead he kissed me shocking me and rendering me powerless.

I tried to push him away but I wasn’t strong enough. He pressed me to the wall with his body as he continued to ravish my lips.

His tongue explored my mouth and danced with my own tongue. He was unleashing all my pent up desires that now even though my hands were on his chest to push him away they couldn’t do anything other than stay put on his chest.

My brain could possibly not pass the requirement of action to my hand not when it was already clouded. He was in control now and he knew it.

He stopped to catch his breath. “Never before have I been addicted so much to something as I am to you.” He whispered. His voice sounded so out of this world.