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Mafia’s doll Chapter-45
"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
Mafia’s doll chapter-46
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
Mafia’s doll Chapter-47
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
Mafia’s doll Chapter-48
“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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Amara stirred in the soft morning light that streamed through the curtains, the golden glow casting a warm hue on the room. The air carried the refreshing scent of rain-kissed earth, a reminder of the storm that had passed. Groggily, she opened her eyes, feeling a sense of confusion until the memories of the night before flooded back. As the sleepiness wavered, Amara became conscious of strong arms encircling her waist, a comforting warmth pressed against her back. She blinked, the details of the room coming into focus, and then turned her head slightly to find Rhys sleeping peacefully beside her. His tousled hair and relaxed expression softened the rugged edges of his features. Her cheeks flushed as she felt something warm tickling her neck. Rhys had nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his breath sending a gentle shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but feel tingles at the unexpected tenderness. Growing more aware, Amara shifted, attempting to free herse
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