Sour Temptations [Dominating The Mafia]

Abraham

"Tell me, Amayra. What do you want me to do with you? I'll do anything except for letting you go from here", I whispered into her ears, her arms wrapped around my neck, legs tangling to my waist, her warm breath touching my skin like a gentle breeze every time.

"Will you leave me or not?", her eyes scorched like fire as she clasped my neck and pulled me closer.

"How can I leave you if you keep driving me crazy like this?", I smirked at her, pressing her lips gently with my thumb.

"You'll be paying hard for it, Abraham Harris", she placed her index finger on the pressure point of my neck. "Just a stroke and you die"

I knew she was one of the toughest wrestlers with more than ten black belts in her kitty. She would lead me to death anytime if I teased her more. She was capable to push me away and walk away from my area without even pleading to me. Still, she was messing with me, talking to me like any other random girls.

"I know. And you may know you can drive me away in a blink of eyes and get yourself free", I held her hand which was placed on my neck, removed it from the pressure point and stared at it while smirking. "Why are you making it so easy for me, Amayra? Make it hard, harder, hardest. I wanna enjoy this battle with you"

Anmay

It has been 10 years I'm looking for my sister. Things had been complicated for our family since she left us; maybe someone had kidnapped her; maybe she was lost. She was only five years old when it all happened. As a minor, I couldn't look for her at that time. My dad didn't let me do anything as he was afraid of losing me too. However, after a long twelve years when I turned twenty, I could manage to find ways to reach her. From then, 10 years has been passed. I'm still waiting for my sister. My parents still don't know about it, I'm hiding this from them since they will be stopping me this time also. Sometimes, I feel weird talking to them. I wonder if it's my misconception. They seem to hide something bigger from me and Aman. Aman is my younger brother, the

twin of my sister. He seems to be less interested in her as he was too young to remember her. Naturally, he would never love her the way I did.

But thankfully, I'm grateful to God for showing me a path after ten long years. I have got to know about a girl who is named the same as my sister and her age is also equal to her. She lives with her grandfather who is the biggest businessman of Albania. It seems to be a little silly to people as it can the biggest coincidence. How can she reach Albania and become the grandchild of an influential businessman? The same question came across my mind after I got the information. However, I don't wanna miss a single chance to get my sister back into the family.

It'll be tough for me to manage my mom dad. But I think I better lie to them about moving to Albania. That's the only choice left for me.

Abraham

Winking at her, I clasped her wrist, placing my lips on her palm. She remained reactionless while looking at me as I grabbed her hips to lift her. I didn't know why she was doing this to me. I wanted her to leave, I gave her enough chances to escape. But she kept coming back to me every time, teasing me with her actions, driving me closer towards her. She was impossible to resist the day when we messed up with each other the first time.

"Will you give me options?", she asked me when I already dragged her to the bed.

"Options?", I raised my eyebrows.

"Options to choose what I want?", she said after a long stretch of a break. However, that moment I wasn't ready to give her options. It was too late for me to do that. We were on the bed, we were on the damn bed and no option could exist between us except for fucking each other.

"You have two options", I still managed to say while pulling down the sleeve of her top. "Let me fuck you or...?"

"Or?", she raised her eyebrows.

"Let me...", I settled a deep bite on her neck as she hissed. "Fuck you like a hell"

She enlarged her eyes and attempted to utter something but as I said, it was too late for her. I smashed my lips with hers, extracting all the essence of her thick pinkish brims. She strived to push me away, nuzzling her one hand on my chest. I wondered if she pretended to do so. Her fake attempts at shoving me away from her were visible whenever I came close to her.

"Do it hard, you wrestler queen. Push me away", I teased her, biting her right ear as she moaned. My subconscious warned me every time I melted in her arms. However, I was never ready to do so.

"Go the hell out of here, Amayra. Come on. You can do it", I urged her to smash my face and get herself free though I knew she would never do that. She was being a quack like always. It was known to me that she wanted me more than I wanted her and she would never gonna accept that.

"Shut the damn up", she groaned, scratching my skin with her sharp nails when I was nuzzling her neck with gentle strokes of my lips. She clutched my hairs, bringing my face up to meet her eyes. "If you utter a word again, I'm gonna slam your ass off", she scrubbed her teeth.

"I like honest words", I smirked at her, gently licking the edge of her lips.

I sensed our desire going strong with every passing second. It took hours to quench the thirst we were having for each other for a long time. I breathed louder with her touch, she moaned wilder with my strokes. I wasn't having enough of her. It was being hard for me to stop. My organ denied leaving hers. I shut my eyes tightly to grope her deeply.

"Amayra", I shudder, endeavouring to release those words I wanted to tell her for years. "I... I..", I froze. A severe pain gripped me harder. I opened my eyes and looked at her in disbelief. My eyes enlarged as blood drops flowed down to the edges of my torso.

Amayra

"Fuck", I yelled, spitting out the stupid vodka on the bartender's face. He got stunned by my action but remained silent. Who wanted to mess with the granddaughter of Shashankveer Mehta?

"Is this what you call a tough shot?", I barked. I had already four drinks and I wanted more. However, this stupid club was not up to my standard.

"Amayra", Lizel jerked me. "You've had enough. Are you forgetting that tomorrow is your engagement?"

I wrapped my hand around her neck and picked up another drink. The bartender guy was still shaking in fear as I could fire him anytime.

"Liz, are you forgetting that today is my bachelorette party", I giggled, finishing the fifth drink. "Fuck engagement and fuck marriage. I'm just gonna enjoy this night", I threw my hand and cheered aloud. "Yoho"

"You're totally drunk now, girl", she muttered. We joined our gang on the dance floor.

"Amy is in the mood today, no?", Rinny said aloud. I just shook my head while dancing with the beat.

"Your phone is ringing, Amy", John pointed at my purse.

"It must be, Dada", I frowned, making a blank face. I told him not to disturb me tonight. I was willing to do everything he wanted. At least, he could listen to me for once. I was gonna tied up with some man for my whole life whom I didn't even know. Nonetheless, I agreed to marry him for my grandfather's sake.

I took out my phone and went to the corner of the club to pick up the call.

"Yes, Dada", I gulped, trying to be as much stable as possible.

"Are you drunk, Amu", Dada spat from the other side. "You said you were just partying with your friends"

"Party means getting drunk, no dada?", I laughed out.

"You have lost it, Amu. Come back home fast. Tomorrow is your engagement and I don't want any complication. I'm sending Dhruv to fetch you", he grumbled.

"Why do you always stick that kiddo after me?", I shrugged. "I'll be home on time. Don't send anyone. Love you, Dada. Bye"

"Amu", I heard him still cut the call.

Turning back to the dance floor, I strived to find my gang. What the fuck! Where did they vanish suddenly? I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision. Still, I couldn't find them. That club was huge enough. The biggest club of Albania, settled by the largest lake in the town. I came out of the cabin and walked by the lobby. It was an open area with another bunch of flocks and various kinds of alcohol.

My legs were trembling as I became imbalanced. These assholes knew that I was drunk. How the fuck they left me alone here to rot?

While rushing through the lobby with my unstable body, I bumped into something hard.

"Ouch", I hissed, touching my nose. Alcohol had definitely made me blind that I couldn't spot a pillar in front of me.

I was about to lose my balance and collapse on the ground when something strong like pillars wrapped around my torso.

That pillar had held me! How can a pillar grip me like this? Fuck! Amyra it's not a pillar. That's a human! A man!

I attempted to open my eyes in that drowsy situation. With the blue light coming from the cabins near to me, I could manage to see his face and the appearance.

My goodness! I was six feet and four inches tall. I never thought I could find someone who could match my height at least. He was literally half an inch taller than me. The first thing I spotted was our eyes met without any difficulty.

My hands were placed on his hard chest which felt no less than metal. It rose up and down when he inhaled and exhaled the breath. I felt my body heating up with his existence.

What the fuck is happening to you, Amayra? You haven't seen his face yet.

My vision wasn't supporting me to look at him well. He was silent until I strived to shove his hands from my torso.

"Thank you", I mumbled, releasing myself from his tender arms. It didn't feel bad at all.

"You're looking for something", his heavy harsh voice pinched my ears. Was that the effect of alcohol or his voice was actually arousing me?

"My friends", I muttered, stepping back. I was tripping over the lobby while handling my body to stay stable.

"Where are they?", he husked.

"I don't know", I looked back again and turned to him. It was getting late and I didn't want dada to scold me a night before my engagement. I strived to pass him but again felt his long arms around my waist.

I was wearing a black leather dress which melted to my body and I could completely feel his touch. To look at him, I turned back.

How dare he to touch me abruptly? He should know that he is a stranger to me.

I glared at him, shoving his hand from my waist.

"Thank you for holding me when I was about to fall. But there was no need to touch me unnecessarily, Mr Whatever", I shrugged.

"You could've fallen again, Miss Whatever. You are badly drunk. Let's find your friends", he said.

Not a bad guy. I murmured into my mind.

However, he didn't know me and he thought I was like all those random girls who couldn't even hold a drink.

"Thanks for the concern", I grabbed my head. "But I'm a national level athlete Mr Whatever. I can handle a thousand drink at once. It's tough to arouse me soon"

"Oh! Is that so, Miss Athlete? Sorry for underestimating. Please!", he spread his hand to show me the path and gave me the space to go. Glancing at him for once, I took a few steps, holding my balance and passed through him.

Bang! Unfortunately, after taking two more steps, I fall on the ground.

"Fuck", I screamed, holding my arm.

In no time, I heard a roll of laughter around me. As I looked around, I discover all the chicks with their fucking boyfriends or fuckmates, whatever they are, laughing at me. My vision was still blurred and I could hardly see anything.

"Ahh", I grabbed my butt cheek as I strived to get up, discovering the long legs with black polished shoes and grey denim.

"Miss athlete! Are you done showing your capability?", he mocked me with a smirk of sarcasm. I glared at him. Although I hadn't caught his glimpse yet, I could figure out by the voice that it was him.

He knelt before me and proceed with his hand.

"Come on. There's no connection between being an athlete and getting drunk. Alcohol doesn't care if you are an athlete or a random girl", he asserted.

Was I crushing on his voice? Damn! That voice is so hot?

"Come on, Miss Whatever. Give me your hand. I'm not flattering you", he giggled.

Finding no other way, I held his tough hand as he wrapped his arm around me.

"Are you a player?", he asked. "Your arms are stiff"

"Wrestler", I replied proudly.

"Then I have to be careful", he sarcastically said.

"You shouldn't act like this. You're tough enough to defend", I muttered.

He helped me to stand and then brought me to the stool which was placed at the edge of the lobby. He sat beside me. I grabbed my head, trying to get rid of the pathetic hangover.

"Where do you live? Address?", he asked, taking a tequila shot.

"I don't remember", I muttered in a drowsy voice.

"Fuck, girl! You're just drunk, you haven't gone through a memory loss. How don't you remember your address?", he gaped.

"I don't know", I was busy in nuzzling my forehead while closing my eyes.

"Athlete!", he sarcastically laughed.

"Don't you dare to mock this", I immediately opened my eyes and shot him a glare.

"Apologise. Now, where should I leave you? Your friends are nowhere", he asked.

"Just fuck off. I will go on my own", I grumbled, taking another drink.

"I can see that"

My phone rang again.

"Dada", I grumbled, looking at the screen. "That groom must be enjoying with his gang and fucking some bitches right now. And my dada is asking me to stay at home", I cut the call. I didn't realize that I was next to that guy and he could hear me.

"Groom?", he frowned, finishing the tequila.

"Yeah. My groom", I chuckled.

"So, I'm sitting with a bride?", he asked in curiosity.

"Sort of"

"But how can you be so sure that your groom is partying right now and fucking other girls?", he inquired.

"Come on, he is....", I was talking aloud. However, then I realised I shouldn't talk about my would-be husband before everyone. I lowered my voice and leaned to him. "He is the leader of the biggest mafia gang", I whispered.

"Mafia?", he exclaimed.

"Yes. And you know how these mafia people are. They have no morals and they love fucking around", I grumbled.

"So, you are insecure?", he giggled.

"Why shouldn't I? I'll be marrying once in a lifetime. I can tolerate all the mafia things but I can't tolerate my husband to be a non-virgin", I didn't know why I was saying all this to a stranger. But sometimes we could share many things with a stranger which we couldn't share with anyone else.

"Are you a virgin?", he questioned abruptly as I spat out the drink and looked at him in disbelief.

"Who are you to ask me that?", I frowned.

"Sorry for the question. But if you're having a problem with him, why are you getting married?", he asked.

"Because I love my dada, my grandfather. Moreover, I didn't get an appropriate person to fall in love with. I'm twenty-two and I can't turn down dada every time", I explained.

"Fair enough", he said.

We looked at the lake through the glass wall while finishing the shots one by one, without looking at each other.

Suddenly, I felt something against my waist. My heart sank right there. Is he touching me? I immediately glared at him as he wrapped my waist with his long tough arm, pulling me close to him. It happened so quick that I couldn't understand what to do. When I realized, it was too late. He had locked me with his arms, pressing my body with him.

"You're stiff but so delicate", he rasped into my ears as I feel something warm against my skin. His breath! It smells so good.

Heck, Amy, you're drunk. Stop crushing over guys.

"What the fuck are you doing?", I strived to push him away but this alcohol had made me so fucking weak right then that I couldn't even stand properly.

"You need a place to sleep", his heavy-husky voice felt so soothing to me at moment.

It was hard for the men to catch my attention. I was tough to be impressed by any random man. And here, without even seeing the face of this guy properly, I was totally crushing on his voice and his hard masculine body, although he was trying to cross his limits by touching me like this. Was he taking advantage of this situation?

"I'm fine. You can fuck off. Leave me alone", I shrugged off.

"Come on. You can hardly stand here, not you remember your address. I can't leave you here like this", he said in a concern filled voice.

"Why? Who are you? Why are you even caring for me so much?", I gulped, not trying to rescue myself anymore.

I remained wrapped with his arms when I felt my head becoming heavier.

"Sometimes we don't need to know someone", he husked and lifted me in his arms abruptly before I could realize anything. I panicked.

"Hey! What are you doing?", I yelled but there were only drunk fellows around us who didn't even pay attention.

I kept throwing my hands and legs to get down from his arms but his stiff arms were enough stronger to hold me tight. He kept walking despite my thousands of slaps on his chest. I was barking on his face and cursing him when he put me on a bed.

"Stop yelling. You can sleep here until you recall the address", he frowned and went to a couch on the opposite side.

My eyes opened wide, trying to see his face clearly. However, my vision was still blurred. I could see him sitting in front of me. It helped me to spot his body structure more clear. His legs were long enough to take away the breath of any girl. He had worn a formal white shirt and black pants. His sleeves were folded until his elbow, revealing his muscles.

"You're guarding me or what?", I mumbled in a tipsy tone. Something struck me as I peered at him in amazement. "Dada sent you, right?"

"What?", he sarcastically laughed. "Your dada? I don't even know who he is. And why would he send anyone?"

"Don't lie. You're roaming around me for a long time", I passed him a blank look.

"Maybe, he had sent you to keep an eye on me so that I couldn't mess up before my engagement"

"Oh! So, you love to mess up?", he smirked.

"I don't know", I looked down.

"You're not happy? Tomorrow is your engagement", he reminded me.

"Is it necessary to be happy?", I shrugged. He turned on my anger button unknowingly.

"Of course. After all, people get married once in a lifetime. Well, some of them do that twice or thrice. But mostly once", he said.

"And I'm one of them. Doing this shit. I'm just a fucking virgin girl who saved her heart and her virginity only for a man. And suddenly she gets to know she's fucking getting married to a gangsta! What should she expect? A virgin mafia?", I mocked with a sarcastic smile.

There was not a slight sound of anything except for the sound of our breathing for a long time.

"Why not?", he finally spoke, resting his elbow on the arm of the couch. "Who knows if he is too waiting for you to lose it?"

"Huh? You made me laugh", I laughed out. "He is waiting for me to lose his virginity? I heard he is 33. How can he even hold his desires for someone for so long time? Moreover, he is the leader of a mafia gang. They don't have morals. He must have fucked countless bitches"

I was so pissed on that person, my would-be husband. Although it was destined for me, I couldn't digest the reality soon. I didn't wanna be a second woman in that person's life who would be the first for me. At least, I was not among those girls who could easily fall into a trap like, 'A guy can fuck countless girls, but his love is only for you'

What a crap man! I wanted to be his love and lust. Both!

"So, you are confident that he is not a virgin and you are not the first woman of his life?", he spoke again, this time more curiously.

"Yes", I grasped. "And why am I even telling you all this? You're not gonna change this"

"I can if you want", he said.

"What?", I rolled my eyes, crossing my legs on the bed.

He said nothing, instead, he smirked at me and got up, taking long steps to reach me. My blurry vision was still glued to him when he leaned towards me, resting his palms on the bed.

"You can make it equal", he whispered close to my face.

"I didn't get you", I mumbled as I felt his hand on mine.

He moved his fingers up to my arm, rolling against my skin. It occurred goosebumps all over my body. I was already weakened by his gestures and his touch was making me more anxious.

"Why not losing it right now, right here to me?", he blasted a bomb before me by directly approaching me to fuck! Really? What did he just say? Or I was taking it wrong. Maybe, he meant something.

My jaw dropped when I stared at him with my drowsy eyes.

"Sorry?", I grumbled as his hand reached to my shoulder. He tickled there while putting his index finger under the strap of my dress, giving shivers down to my spine.

Amayra

"Don't behave so naive. You know what I mean", he said, coming close to my face. Yes, I fucking knew what he meant but was I even ready to do that? Never in my life, I kissed a guy. And here he was approaching me to fuck?

"Come on, tell me. If you say YES, I'll proceed. If you don't allow me, I'll walk away", he looked deep into my eyes.

I felt the urge inside me to do it. I fucking wanted that. What did I even do with that virginity now? I wouldn't be getting a virgin husband, of course. What did this even matter to me? I was pissed, I was screwed, I was frustrated. Moreover, I needed that too.

Throughout my life, I lived only for my dada. I never thought of my happiness. I ended up thinking about the consequences and outcomes of my deeds and the influence of my actions on my dada's life and his image.

I prohibited myself from messing up with guys because I knew I had no right to fall in love with the person whom I would choose. I knew it from my childhood. I grew up with this consequence that I would have to marry someone who would be chosen by my dada. I saved everything for that one person. However, all of my dreams were broken when I got to know he was a gangsta.

"I think you don't want that. Don't think that I'm making you feel like a slut. I'm approaching you. We'll be equal in anything whatever we do", he explained. How can anyone ask for sex so politely?

Moreover, a stranger who doesn't even know you, let alone love you. He was a decent sexoholic, I thought.

I became dumb when he was talking to me. I didn't know how to accept that proposal. I didn't want to look like a slut of course.

"Should I leave?", he asks.

Bloody moron! Instead of asking repeatedly, just kiss me and begin this damn thing. If I had to reject you, I would've smashed your face and you wouldn't even utter all these things. I cursed him into my mind.

He looked at me for a few seconds and stood straight with a smile, then turned to go.

"Why do you want it?", I grumbled as he stopped. "I mean there are many more girls in this club. Why me? Who are you? Why are you guarding me like this?"

"Too many questions", he laughed without turning back to me.

"Of course. Because it's weird. How can I let anyone fuck me without security?", I spat?

Shut up, Amayra. Behave. Talk like a girl. Nope! Talk like a human who needs to get fucked now.

"Oh! So, you're making sure that I'm not a spy of your dada or would-be husband?", he frowned.

"Huh! No. My dada will not instruct you to approach me for this. And as far as I expect, my would-be husband has no interest in me. He didn't bother to call or meet me for once after the marriage got fixed", I shrugged.

"He has no time to think about all this. He must be solving his missions of drug dealings and whatever. I'm just a waste of time"

"Because he doesn't know that you're so beautiful", he said, stepping close as I glanced at him, widening my eyes. "Once he sees you he'll not feel like to do anything except for looking at you for hours"

I kept staring at him in disbelief. Nobody had ever praised me like this. Maybe, I didn't give a chance to anyone. Or else, they knew my identity, the granddaughter of Shashankveer Mehta. This guy didn't know that. And I was not willing to tell him either. Otherwise, he would step back like every other guy.

"You....", I strived to say something but my voice dissolved inside me again when he sealed my lips with his one abruptly.

What just happened? I couldn't find myself on earth. It felt like I was on clouds and someone was pouring all the moisture into a dead plant like me.

My first ever kiss! With a stranger!

I had never imagined this. I always thought of how the first kiss would feel like. It seemed better than dreams.

I closed my eyes to feel the intensity of that tender kiss. He cupped my face and sucked my upper and bottom lip one after another. His warm tongue rolled into my mouth, extracting all the vapour from me. I couldn't help releasing a moan into his mouth. Placing my hands on his chest, I supported him in the kiss. He clutched my hairs to lift my face, breaking the kiss as he looked at me with a wry smile.

I closed my eyes again and he kissed on my cheeks and nibbled my jawlines. I moaned aloud. His lips reached my neck when he takes my hairs in his fists, bending my head behind to get full access to my throat and wide chest. He was standing by the bed and I was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

He kissed all over my neck, throat, shoulder and chest, the places which were revealed, keeping on my dress.

"You want me?", he whispered into my ears.

"Yes", I breathed heavily. I had completely surrendered myself to him. Not because of that burning desire into me, because he felt so gentle and so comfortable to get along. It felt like I knew him for years. What else did a girl need while losing her virginity for the first time?

I felt a huge jerk as he pushed me on the bed. I opened my eyes and found him unbuttoning his shirt. I kept my eyes on him while removing it. I was fucking dying to see his hard body. As soon as, he peeled off his shirt I spotted his hard formed abs and big muscles and a big scratch across his chest which made him look sexier. I felt myself burning with desires with a glance at him.

What was happening to me for the first time? I never felt something for anyone the way I was feeling for him.

He pushed himself on the bed and attacked my neck again. I clutched his hairs as he kept kissing, sucking and nibbling my neck, smashing me between the bed and his body. I took the chance to touch his tough torso, sliding my hand all over.

"You smell so amazing, macho girl", he said into my ear. He had definitely sensed my well-formed tough body too. Unfortunately, I had no feature of a beautiful and delicate girl. I didn't know how he found me beautiful. In fact, when he called me macho-girl it felt more amazing.

Being the granddaughter of a corrupt businessman was not only the sole reason for me being single for a long time. The other reason was my occupation. Guys showed less interest in me as I was a wrestler. You know the naive, delicate girl thing. I was not girlfriend material, not even a fuck material I guess. I felt butterflies in my stomach when he complimented me by calling me a macho girl.

My heartbeats raised when he touched my breasts over my dress. One moment I felt like to stop him but when he started squeezing them, I started moaning in pleasure. He kissed my breasts over my dress. I kept rasping in relaxation. It felt like a stress buster to me. In no time, he clutched my hairs again and turned me over, pulling the straps of my upper top. Then he removed my bra too.

I was lying on my chest, placing my hands on my bare breasts in shyness.

"Turn over", he instructed me but I was too shy to do that.

I was shy! I thought everything that never happened to me throughout my life was happening that night.

He pressed his chest with my back and kissed my shoulder.

"Don't be so shy", he said and turned me, shoving hands from my body. I closed my eyes tightly when the cold breeze touched my body.

I couldn't describe the next few minutes. He did everything to give me the pleasure I was craving. He kissed all over my upper body, filling it with kisses and love bites. I only moaned, scratched on his body and played with his hairs.

I was so lost in those actions that I couldn't realize when he removed my skirt. When I felt his lips on my inner thighs, I came in sense and look down, finding him between my legs. My heart sank.

What am I doing? Should I stop him? I know it's wrong but I never got anything by doing the right things. I would be bound by some rules after engaging with someone officially. What would I do if he showed no interest in me? I couldn't cheat on my fiancee. However, that man was still not my fiancee, I shouldn't get afraid of doing anything.

I came out of my thoughts as I felt his hand between my thighs. Tears rolled down from my eyes in pleasure. He caressed my womanhood with his stiff fingers, still, it felt so soft. I whine, clutching the bedsheet.

"What are you doing to me?", I mumbled after a long time.

"Making you feel good. And you're wet for me", he said, rubbing between my legs and came up.

"Open your eyes", he instructed as I opened my eyes. He smiled at me.

"Are you really a virgin?", he asked. I would've gotten mad at him for asking this question when I already accepted that I was a virgin. But I was aroused with his continuous finger strokes between my legs.

"Yes", I moaned, parting my lips as he made circles there. My whole body was trembling with his touch when I was laying there straight like a lifeless body. He made me numb with his intense work.

"Even me too. So, I was nervous. I don't know how to deal for the first time", he mumbled as I immediately opened my eyes in great shock. What? I look at him in disbelief. He is a virgin? Really?

"What?", I blurted out.

"Yeah. Why are you reacting like this?", he rolled his eyes.

I can't believe that. I strive to look at him, although my eyes aren't supporting me.

"You would never regret this", he rubbed my lips with his thumb. "You wanted to be someone's first, right?"

I shook my head and he kissed me again. This time, I poured all my desires into that kiss after knowing that I was the first for him too. That was how magical it felt to lose virginity together.

He entered me as I spread my legs for him. He was holding a good pace to make sure I didn't get hurt.

"It's so fucking amazing. You're amazing", he groaned while stroking with all his heart and soul, holding my hands together over my head. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we moved in sync.

"It feels so good", I whimpered. "I want more"

"That's why I'm here", he said in a mischievous voice and kept stroking inside me.

Electricity flowed into my body after orgasm. I never imagined it would be so fucking good. I remembered he was fucking me until I got unconscious.

The next morning,

I got up with a bad headache.

"Fuck! My head", I rubbed my eyes while getting up. As I opened my eyes, I couldn't find myself in my room.

"Where am I?", I rolled my eyes and my heart sank as I find a naked man inside my blanket. He was sleeping on his chest. My whole world turned upside down right then when I realized I had nothing on my body. All my clothes were scattered on the floor. I put my palms on my mouth in disbelief.

What have I done? I can't even believe what I did last night.

Fear took over me as I got up from the bed and quietly take my clothes and put them carefully so that, he wouldn't get up. I didn't want to face him, never in my life. I had made a huge blunder and all I could do was leave the place as soon as possible.

After putting on my clothes, I take my purse and immediately walked towards the door but I stopped and turned around to look at him. I badly wanted to see the face of that person who made me feel out of the world and made my night so beautiful. Although I was too afraid after this, I would always cherish that night. At least, I gave the most precious thing to a person who gave me his most precious thing.

I smiled at him and walked faster, taking out my phone. Thousands of missed calls from dada. He was gonna kill me for sure.

Coming out of the club, I hired a cab and moved to my place.

I am Amayra Mehta, daughter of a random couple whom I don't even know. For me, my whole world revolves around my grandfather. Shashankveer Mehta, the most influential businessman of Albania is my grandfather. He has some illegal things in his business, as far I know. However, it doesn't affect me that much. I live like a random girl with higher ambitions and some girlish dreams. My friends call me a tomboy. Nonetheless, deep down I had dreams and desires like every girl. I guess, my destiny didn't like that too.

Six months ago, dada told me that he had fixed my alliance with the most powerful industrialist aka the leader of 'Decease', the mafia gang. At that moment I got to know my life wouldn't be the same as I thought. Sigh!

I came in reality as the cab stopped near the gate of a lavishing mansion. Finally, I was at home.