The Mafia's Forbidden Desire

Chapter Seven

Lashea

Ominously my nerves broke down as I rendered the only word I could capable of saying but also couldn't assist myself from canvasing him, trying to be cooled off I breathlessly looking at his infectious features that turned my thoughts scandalous nature I would never thought invariably. Someone should inflamed a projectile in me for my stupidity. Constantly...get in trouble don't know for what sake—nothing.

Taking a deep breathe, I looked up primly not giving any sign of weakness totally dismaying manner that alluding I loathed his invading approach at me. But to my surprise his corner lips trembled a little as he c****d his head to the side giving me a show of satisfaction. He didn't even try to hide his elation like he assumed me doing this.

Bastard.

How could he find it so mirthful and mocking at me while standing there?

I wished to punch him on his face and showed him I was not a knick-knack to scorn around. But I was afraid to do so as I didn't know who he was. But one thing was clear that he was not an ordinary man and also not an unobjectionable. The way his eyes travel my every inch setting my gist in combustion, radically unforeseeable. I tensed up. Our eyes meet for a brief second and crushed. His stare held no delicacy, no softness— only bitterness, fury for me with the touch of his dark desire.

My chest ached as the tears burned my soul, swollen my eyes... crushing my hopes. But he was not my hope, yet I felt like he burned my all hopes with the simple gesture of his displeasure. Making me worthless, inside.

Why it hurt so much?

The man like him was not for me. He was tall and muscular, not to mention his height, in front of him I was looking so teensy. I was the kind who wouldn't match his high, and his kind frightened me. He seemed like a poisonous wine... attracting his prey and killing them slowly to death. Suddenly his presence angered me and I displeased with his audacity.

I could show my discontent to him, but a craven like me couldn't hasten up for herself with anyone.

I waited... waited for him to say something instead of eyeing me keenly. This silence... it caressed like a torture, tasted like a sour, slayed like a blizzard. I couldn't stand this anymore. Something badly feeding me inside that wanted me to touch him... feel him— I craved desperately, he needed to move or else... I stared at him so he could move away but he was just standing, pulling me forward... I gasped.

Too much...

I could tell he had a way of commanding attention and taking control of everything---and right now he got it. I felt like caged.

An insect in his web.

To feed.

Fear consumed me, and my palms went white as I fretfully glanced at his aristocratic face which showing so much aggression and hate into my soul as I blistered him. He looked like a conceited devil. One time he was so intent and in second his face turned into scowled. I couldn't concede with him anymore so I slightly pushed him and he immediately lowered his gaze to my hands, and held me. Shock scuttled through me, once again we stared at each other, as he stroked a finger on my palms, gasping hard I tried to pulled back but failed.

This was reprehensible.

"Would you please...?"

"Smells wondrous."

"Huh! What?" Panicking already.

Gliding his eyes over my body as he skimmed everything like a crude man, rousing tremendous sensation to my core, that made me alive. My body tightened and my p***y grew slick. Frustratingly, I pushed him hard. But I guessed he had different intention than mine as he circling his hands on my waist, pulling me closure if possible, stepped closure to defy my personal space.

Really outrageous.

And dangerous for my soul.

His eyes stared up at me, my body frozen and I felt like heat screamed through us, desperately wanted to escape--- all of this making me demented. I blinked hastily, trying to shift but he was like a solid rock refused to move.

Oh.

I shouldn't be here. Not like this way at least. My body tensed up but he was amnesic tightened his grip on my waist, his eyes encasing me, my heart raised, felicitously and terrifically. Shaky and weaker. Feeling like a prisoner--- and this intense ache in my core asking for release, and surprisingly I never ever endure this much of keenness in my life.

It seemed like a heaven yet I couldn't believe this.

A man like him couldn't want me.

I looked at him. And one look is enough to confirm my wary.

I shouldn't be here! I again thought. Not with him! If anyone saw me then I would be as dead as a dead body. Nahuel would make sure of it. I was immersed in thoughts that I hardly saw that he was pinning me against the wall and his body pressed on me. I trembled fiercely as a finger traced the line of my spine, awakening the trail of heat.

I gasped, unable to contain my reaction, and rushed to evade from his grip, he made a growl as he pressed his d**k on my stomach. My eyes went wide and dreadful.

No. No.

"Please."

"Please, what?" he asked, voice was husky and inviting. Oh good God. I exhaled nervously.

"Please do—don't."

I begged but his eyes went dark and filled with lust, engrossing me with fear and also somehow igniting a fire in me.

Oh Please. I moaned silently.

No. Don't let this stranger.... Oh I could feel my body came alive, desire mixing with my soul, melting in his arms. I almost gave in but....

Before I could understand anything he suddenly retracted himself, firing me a glare like I coerced him to do this egregious act. Shaking his head and sent a one last look he took the second door and closed it aloud.

I sat back on the floor, dropped my head to knee snapping the acts. What the ..... Who was he? And what the hell was he thinking? He looked like a devil or should I say he was the devil dancing in my nerves from the day I saw him. And I was curious.... curious to know about him. He looked so different today in casual get up. No suits. Nothing formal but still looked magnificently abominable. His cinereal t-shirt and blue jeans complimented his ultimate fatal cut-throat look.

Air around me felt so heavy, my body chilled.

I kept my eyes closed feeling his touch, the way his fingers circled around on my spine, against my will but still felt so good. But it wasn't real... Could he be?

I almost laughed at my craziness. I didn't learn my lesson yet.

His elegant mouth-watering sexiness affected me, I could feel that but a man like him was beyond my reach. My hands went cold and, I felt my body was shaking with fear. But what feared me more was that my body responded to him. And which surprised me. I didn't even know him.

Clenching my fists angrily as the thoughts killing me. Not good. Men are not to be trusted, Lea. I reminded myself. Men are sick. And something about him telling me that he wasn't a saint either. But what's he playing at? He actually didn't look like one of them then who was he? I tried certainly not to think about him but I couldn't ignore him for a long time along. Annoyed with myself, I decided to go home.

Screwed Nahuel and others.

As I trying to get up I felt my legs were still burning with the flame and my skin was missing the warmth. The way he watched me and making me feel wanted was enough to make a drill in my soul. And then his touch.... it was the first time he came that close and touched me-- burned my skin with his every stroke. For God's sake ... it was just our second meeting and already made me terrified.

"What the f**k where you have been?"

I startled at the sudden outburst, shaking badly I looked up and smiled slyly. "You didn't call."

He frowned and stepped closer. "Don't be an over smart." Eyeing me closely he said. "I told you not to go for a long yet I had to come and find you here?"

I stepped back, my all courage gone into a trash at the sight of him but he caught me and held me tightly. "You have been so disobedient now a days. I should have increased the punishment I think?"

"NO." The answer came out automatically.

He narrowed his eyes, and suddenly laughed then looked at me, leaned a little to whisper into my ear. "You have no idea what jewel you are holding in your hands, my dear."

I saw his madness, cruelty but right now he looked far beyond that. His chuckles swayed my inner soul – my existence. What was I holding?

What was he trying to imply?

My mind clouted with the memories when he first took me into his hold, and guided me with rules of survive. Categorically he married me to conn my parents who thought they were blissful that their daughter was going to be an 'Ó Braoin'. But if they knew... Indeed money can brand you with distorted lies, and my parent were the prototype. I didn't look up as the waters circled my eye corner. Absorbing them into me I pushed the memories away from me, because now they didn't hold any region in my heart.

I was aching in pain... begging not to consign me to the 'Ó Braoin', but it seemed like no one cared what I was saying. Anger bubbles in my chest suppressing my sorrow deepest where no one could see my shattered soul.

My head throbs.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I wanted to scream and cry. So tired. For years... I locked up here— in his sell with nothing but the emptiness and endless torture. I blinked several times to shield my tears, not interested to give him any satisfaction of my misery. "Move." His deep grumpy voice rang in my head, I looked up to meet his eyes. "You have three minutes to get your ass in my car or else I will vacate you here for dying or for them." He pointed his eyes to a group where many eyes hungrily looking at me.

I shuddered at his words as shuddering at his words tears blurred my vision, I quickly stood up and followed him. My hope— my light for survive was vanished for a long time. But still I got slow poison to drink and walking to my death... and wherever I end no one would tend to know about me.

Walking on shaky legs, I tried to match his step fast but my weakened body couldn't take it anymore. Few more steps... I tried to encourage me and the moment I touched the door I quickly sliding on the seat and exhaled sharply. I didn't know I was holding my breath, nearly losing myself. I gripped the seat tightly as he entered.

"So slow. I thought you would be running... tsk, tsk... but no." I took a sharp breath... what was he implying I got no idea but at least I reached fast. I was afraid to look as his fingers strokes my thighs giving me a hint of his punishment. What I did to get one me totally clueless about it.

Just because I wasn't there!!!

So pathetic.

How a person went to so low to get hand on a girl only because she didn't obey his order! Feeling nausea I leaned backward to support myself and not interested in his insane words that violating my mind right now. I almost closed my eyes but in a quick flash I focused on his gaze like I sustained everything he said.

The drive wasn't long. I snapped my gaze from him and hastily step out from the car knowing what is coming next, so before that I wanted some time for me. Actually needed some relaxation to cross out his embrace. No matter what I doomed to Nahuel.

Destiny locked.

Using and using.

Not for discarding.

Tortured then wait then tortured.

That's called the beginning of the day and the end of night. Exchanging pleasure and bound to one. No bidding for me but given to enormous for tasting. For controlling... for punishing.

Countless.

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