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Mafia’s doll chapter-49
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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Her cheeks were burning and so was her thigh where his hand rested. The way he touched her so shamelessly and boldly both scared and thrilled her. Rhys leaned back on the couch, a mischievous glint in his eyes, teasing Amara relentlessly by pushing his hands up her thighs and teasing the rims of her panties."Easy there, Amara. I wouldn't want you to turn into a permanent shade of red," Rhys teased, a playful smirk on his lips. Amara clenched her jaw, her lips pouting as she shyly mumbled."Don’t touch me."Rhys chuckled lowly. “You look so beautiful, little one. I wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up eating you out instead of the food.”Amara’s wide eyes stared at him in disbelief. Rhys pecked her nose and gently put her down before getting up. “Eat your food. I’ll take a quick shower. Need to take care of some business.” Amara frowned. What business he be doing in the bathroom?Rhys disappeared into the bathroom, and she took a moment to compose herself. Moving to the mirror, she dec
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Amara stood still at the entrance of the gigantic bookstore, her eyes widening in sheer amazement. It was a place unlike any she had ever seen before. Rhys had brought her to a haven of the world she wished to live in. It always amazed her how much he knew her, from her dislikes to the things that could make her heart flutter. It was dangerous yet formidable. The intimacy one should have with their spouse, Rhys filled that void.She teased her bottom lip. The sensation from earlier crept up her chest caging around her heart and gently shook it. Chest tightened and the butterflies in her stomach flapped their wings vigorously.“You like it?” she yelped feeling his warm teasing breath on her ear. Taken by surprise, her eyes widened and her lips parted. Rhys grinned like the devil he was and leaned in, “You like it.” This time it was a statement than his earlier question. Amara flushed averting her eyes from his hypnotizing grey eyes and cleared he
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Amara found herself captivated by the stormy depths of his eyes, where chaos seemed to reign supreme amidst the swirling grey. With a heavy sigh, she averted her gaze, seeking solace amidst the orderly rows of books that lined the shelves."Then what can I do to truly understand you?" she asked, her voice soft yet heavy."Be mine," he responded, his tone carrying an air of certainty that both intrigued and unsettled her."Am I not already yours?" she questioned, her brows furrowing in confusion.He considered her words for a moment before replying, his voice tinged with a hint of longing. "Perhaps, but I desire more than mere possession. I wish to intertwine our souls in every sense, to be enveloped in the essence of your being, regardless of its shade."She hesitated, acutely aware of the societal boundaries that loomed over their connection. "You know the consequences... it's deemed sinful, punishable."He took a step toward her, caging her between the shelf and his chest."By whom?
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“What is it?” Rhys's voice cut through the tension, his eyes narrowing with anticipation as his fists clenched. The air hung heavy with tension as Rhys waited on the other end of the line, his senses keenly attuned to Lorcan's hesitant breathing. With a deep breath to steady himself, Lorcan finally found the courage to speak, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "I... I got the footage." Rhys's reaction was instinctual, his body tensing as if struck by a bolt of lightning. Footage. The word echoed in his mind, a stark reminder of the harsh reality lurking just beyond the edges of his consciousness. Amidst the chaos of recent things, he had purposely let Amara's incident slip into the back of his mind, overshadowed by the overwhelming intensity she sparked in him. Blood. It was all he could think of, the animalistic urge for blood pulsing through his veins like a relentless drumbeat. His inner beast roared to life, demanding revenge for the pain inflicted upo
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