The Mafia King's Deadly Returned

Chapter 6

Abraham’s hands move to my chest, gripping the fabric of my top. I scream, "Noooo!"

But with one violent jerk, he tears the cloth. The sound of ripping fabric fills the air as my top splits completely open. I stand before him exposed, wearing only my red bra.

Without hesitating, he places his hand over one breast and squeezes it hard through the lace. I let out a sharp cry, but he remains unmoved, his expression cold. Then, he thrusts his hand inside my bra and pulls with such force that it snaps and tears away.

Now, my large, soft breasts are completely bare before him. He mashes one with his hand, and I feel a searing mix of pain and burning heat. Suddenly, he leans in and takes the other one into his mouth, sucking hungrily.

I feel myself losing control. I don't know why, but despite the roughness, his touch starts to send a strange wave of relief through me.

This is my first time, and even though he is hurting me biting my skin with his teeth and sucking aggressively, I find myself unable to push him away.

Instead of resisting, I grab his head and press him hard against my chest, shoving my breast deeper into his mouth.

He bites down hard, making me scream out in pain, but he doesn't stop. While he feeds on one, his other hand continues to ruthlessly knead and crush my other breast.

In a frenzy of passion, he begins to bite down on my stomach and neck. I feel a sharp sting of pain and a burning sensation, yet there is this strange, magnetic pull drawing me in. I find myself unable to push him away.

He slides further down my body, and with one sudden, violent jerk, he rips my innerwear apart. It tears into two pieces instantly. He then presses his face between my thighs, burying himself there, and flicks his tongue across my pussy.

A dazed, breathless "Ahh..." escapes my lips. The feel of his wet saliva against me is overwhelming, sending a deep, intense surge of sensation through my entire body.

He is now completely dominating me. He has pinned both of my hands above my head on the bed, holding them in a crushing grip while his heavy body weighs me down. His face remains buried between my thighs, exploring me ruthlessly with his tongue. With every lick, my body jolts uncontrollably.

"Please... Nooo..." the words escape my mouth in a low moan, but I honestly don't know if I’m begging him to stop or silently pleading for more.

He slides back up, his face slick with sweat and his eyes burning with a strange, primal hunger.

He seizes my lips in a kiss so forceful that I can actually taste the metallic tang of blood. His hands slide down from my chest to my waist, lifting me with such strength that my body is pressed flush against his.

He growls into my ear, "You are mine,"

Suddenly thrusts his fingers inside me. My entire body stiffens in a shock of sensation. He doesn't slow down; instead, he increases the pace of his fingers with a brutal rhythm. A storm of pain and pleasure erupts inside me, unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

He moves back down, sinking his teeth into my stomach and hips, leaving his mark everywhere he touches. I tighten my grip on the bedsheets, my knuckles turning white.

Breathing becomes a struggle, and every inch of my skin seems to ache for his touch. When he returns to my center, he is even more aggressive this time. His tongue moves with frantic speed, making my mind go completely numb.

My body begins to tremble violently. I throw my head back and let out a loud cry as a wave of heat surges through my entire being. I close my eyes, surrendering myself entirely to his madness.

Abraham lifts me from the bed in one swift motion, carrying me in his arms. My naked body is pressed tight against his burning skin. He sits me down on a wooden table in the middle of the room; the cold surface of the wood hits my hips, making me shudder violently. Without wasting a single second, he grabs my legs and pries them open so wide that I am completely exposed and vulnerable before him.

He stands right between my thighs, his face masked with pure madness. I can’t wait any longer; my body is bursting with a strange, agonizing ache and a desperate craving. I rest both my hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes as I sob and plead, "Please... no more waiting... put it inside me... please!"

A wicked, devilish smirk spreads across his face at my words. He grabs my hair from behind with a sharp jerk, forcing my head back. He whispers into my ear, "You really are fit to be a good little mistress."

In the very next heartbeat, without any warning, he thrusts his entire being into me with one powerful, violent surge.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

A piercing scream rips from my throat, echoing through the entire room. It feels as if my body has been torn in two. My eyes snap wide, and tears begin to stream down my face.

I never imagined a sensation so massive and unyielding. He doesn't stop there; ignoring my crying and my screams, he begins to deliver heavy, rhythmic thrusts that make the table rattle and shake. Every strike reaches the deepest depths of my body, a cocktail of raw pain and a maddening fire that forces me to lose all sense of reality.

My body slides backward across the table with every thrust, and I am moaning heavily from the intense pain. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, my nails digging into and scratching his shoulders.

"I.. I can feel it... your hardness... inside me..!" I scream, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

He grips my waist with both hands so violently that bruises begin to form instantly. The heat inside me combined with his brutality creates a strange, intoxicating haze.

Locking his eyes onto mine, he delivers another powerful thrust and growls, "You really are a mistress... but it's surprising, you're so tight it's as if you're a virgin."

Tears begin to stream from my eyes as I sob, "This... this is my first time, Abraham... please, a little slower... it really hurts." I look for even a glimmer of mercy, but my words only seem to fuel the rage in his eyes.

He stops abruptly and yanks my hair so hard that my face snaps upward, "Shut up!" he roars. "Don't you dare try to lie to me. A bitch like you warms someone’s bed every single day. Save this act of innocence for someone else."

With that, he lunges back into me with even more speed and cruelty than before. The table creaks and groans under the force of every impact, and my whimpers have turned into full-blown screams of pain.

He isn't listening to a word I say; he is simply pouring his lust and fury into my body. Every time he reaches my absolute depths, I feel as though my soul might leave my body yet my own flesh is betraying me, finding a treacherous sort of relief within the agony.

Without pausing for a single second, he grabs my waist and flips me over onto the table with a violent jerk. Now, my face is pressed against the cold wood of the table and my back is toward him. I hadn't even recovered from the previous pain when he spreads my legs even wider from behind, forcing me to bend low over the table.

He throws the full weight of his body onto my back. I grip the edges of the table tightly with my palms. In the next instant, he attacks me again from behind without a shred of mercy. With one powerful thrust, he sinks deep into my very core.

"AHHHH! Stop!" my scream erupts.

From behind, this sensation is even deeper and more agonizing. He bunches my hair into his fist, yanking my head upward, while his lower body slams into me repeatedly. Every thrust is so brutal that the entire table is sliding across the room.

I can feel that he has taken control of my every breath. He is breathing heavily right next to my ear, and I can feel his heat radiating against my back.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he growls, increasing his pace even further.

My body jolts forward with every strike he delivers, but his iron grip refuses to let me budge. Pain courses through my veins, yet his madness is dragging me to a place where the line between consciousness and blacking out is starting to vanish. I simply feel his every movement, surrendering myself completely to him amidst my crying and moaning.

He pushes his pace to the absolute limit, every thrust jarring my very soul. Suddenly, he tightens his grip on my hair even more, and with a deep, guttural growl, he fills the depths of my body with his warmth. That hot sensation spreads rapidly inside me, leaving me momentarily numb.

But in the next instant, without a word, he pulls away from me with a sharp jerk. As soon as the heat of his body is gone, I am hit by a wave of coldness and a hollow emptiness.

I lie there on the table in a half-dead state, while he, without so much as a glance in my direction, picks up his clothes and begins to dress. His face is now completely blank, as if nothing had happened at all.

"Listen..." my voice is trembling. I struggle to lift my head and plead in a faltering voice, "Please... don't go... don't leave me like this."

But my pleas have no effect on him. He doesn't look back at me, not even once. The sound of the door opening and slamming shut echoes through the room, and he is gone.

I slide down and curl up on the table. My eyes are brimming with tears, my vision has grown blurry, and tears stream steadily from my blue eyes, dripping onto the wooden surface of the table. I am left there shivering, alone with his lingering scent and my own pain.

Slowly, darkness clouds my vision, and I begin to sink into the depths of unconsciousness. But suddenly, a sharp, forceful spray of ice-cold water hits my face and body, jolting my eyes open.

I struggle to keep them open, but the water makes everything appear as a blur. My entire naked body begins to shiver violently from the freezing cold, as if my very blood is turning to ice. The water is so cold it steals the breath right out of my lungs.

As my vision finally clears a few moments later, I look straight ahead and there he is. He stands there with a water hose in his hand, his face masked in that same old, terrifying rage.

He is relentless, aiming the stream of water at me without an ounce of mercy, as if I am not a human being but merely a target. Seeing his face twisted with such fury, my heart sinks into my chest.

I wonder how on earth my sister could have fallen in love with this man. Every time I look at him, his face and his sheer cruel madness make my very soul tremble.

To me, he isn't even human; he is a living nightmare. I can't fathom what my sister saw in him that made her so obsessed. I am utterly baffled by her choice, and looking at my own situation, I feel nothing but pure terror.

He tosses the hose aside and marches toward me, gripping my soaking wet hair in his fist. His rage looks even more terrifying now.

TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!