Mafia's Deadly Obsession

"I want nothing else than your body for a night. Give it to me and I will make sure that nothing happens to your mother!" He said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~Amaira Faye, a sweet innocent girl, fighting with the odds of the world to keep her family safe and happy, was dared by her friends to kiss a stranger. Say it her luck or misfortune that stranger turns out to be a ruthless CEO, Mr. Dominic Kingston who gets captivated by the taste of her lips and wanted to devour all of her. His filthy secret is related to Amaira's past but both are unaware of that. His obsession for her grows day by day when she starts working for him. He asks to spend one night with him and in return he promises to save the life of her ailing mother. Will he be able to get over the obsession after one night stand or that will only grow further? What will happen when that one night stand will be followed by an unexpected pregnancy? Will they be able to keep their relationship strong even after knowing the past? That's for you to find out 😉**The story contains the elements of forced love, obsession and mature content, move ahead only if you are comfortable!**

1| Mine

Amaira's POV

As I felt a hand crawling over my skin, my breath quickened up. I wanted to shout but found myself tongue-tied.

I was in a deserted region, completely surrounded by darkness. Only my own harsh puffs were audible to my ears. My eyes searched the area which seems to go on forever. I feel as if I am lying on thorns, and someone is pushing me deeper.

A horrendous wind blew through me, chilling my bones and shuddering the life out of me.

The hand that was resting on my thigh began moving up, and I felt compelled to run. But, I found my body bound with invisible chains and ended up combatting myself, which only worsen my condition.

The palm crawled under my t-shirt and rested on my bare stomach. It was rough and heavy, indicating that the hand belonged to a man, a big, muscular man!

All of my senses were focused on identifying the man's face or memorizing his features but the darkness prevented me from doing so. I blinked multiple times to see his face but all my attempts went in vain.

Abruptly, the man twisted his wrist, curled the fingers in the thin fabric of my t-shirt, and ripped it off me, jerking my body up, eliciting an ear-piercing scream from me that resonated throughout this desolate region and returned to my hearing organ.

As the ice-cold gust caressed my bare skin, my entire body began trembling, yet the man above me remained unfazed. I could sense him mockingly grinning at my poor state. He was enjoying and taking advantage of my frailty.

A sudden wave of guilt washed over me. I was feeling so weak and vulnerable to