MAFIA INDEBTED (Mafia Series #1)

Chapter 33

Shehryaar inhaled deeply, his senses woken up by the pleasant soft scent of lilies.

His lips curved into an involuntary smile as his arms tightened around her warm soft body. Her soft hair tickled his nose when he inhaled, thus willing him to open his eyes.

She was fast asleep and why wouldn't she be? Last night was phenomenal for him as he had fucked Anissa to his heart's content. He wouldn't let her rest not even for a little while. The used and filled up condoms near the side of his bed were proof of the multiple rounds of brutal raw fucking he had inflicted on her.

And the cause? He had never felt so feral, so animalistic before just because of a few words she had uttered.

Her words had done a number on his ego. And if there was something he didn't like or appreciate was his ego or pride getting hurt. And her words had unleashed the beast inside of him.

His body that had craved hers for its infinite lust had just been been initiated and now he knew it wouldn't cease so easily.

His goal was centred around breaking her in the physical sense but now it appeared to him that he wanted to break her apart sexually as well. It gave him a sense of power and dominance over her that when it concerned her, he almost became a sadist.It wasn't normal and he knew it. This was the first time he acted on pure lustful impulse. Usually he was always in control but her insults had cost him to lose control. but he couldn't help but enjoy it. Her words barely acted as a trigger.

But deep down, he had known it would come sooner or later. After all, he was hurting Anissa and making her a victim, the least he expected from her was verbal retaliation. And it effected him in ways more then one.

Slowly and carefully, he tugged a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek bone. Her exhausted expression was so arousing for him.

He always found her so enchanting.

So breathtakingly beautiful.

If she wasn't so exhausted he would've probably fucked her now even in her sleep as he felt all the blood rush from his brain and circulate down to his dick. It throbbed for her so bad.

Just looking at her face is a fucking turn on. He thought to himself.

Her creased brows indicated her exhaustion and he couldn't help but pat himself on the back for his handiwork.

'. . . You're a coward!'

What the fuck? Why did her words effect me? He thought. Because it drove him to treat her roughly. He was already being harsh with her and now his ego was forcing him to make her treatments even more hard. Something tugged at his heart, coaxing him to stop.

You deserved every word. Something whispered at the back of his head.

He frowned and sat upright. What the fuck?

And why did they hurt? Because whether he liked it or not, he knew they were true.

His eyes went towards the sleeping beauty on his side. She was sleeping on her front, her back exposed to his view. Her bloody lower lip was jutting out. He leaned down and licked at her dried blood.

The metallic ting of her sweet blood sent an excited wave of frenzy in his body.

His inner animal was sated when he saw his marks and bruises marring her delicate skin. Her right shoulder was still slightly swollen, he had to give it to her: she had learned to have high endurance for pain because she didn't scream even once when he had flexed her arm back.