Mafia Indebted (Dark Romance)

Chapter 23

True to his word, he didn't take her out and didn't see her even at lunch. She shared a quiet meal with Amma and strolled around the estate.

She felt lonely. This whole place was new to her.

She missed her family and wanted to talk to them badly. But sadly, Shehryaar had disposed off her cell phone and she wasn't allowed to use the landline.

When Shehryaar made her leave her family behind, he made sure to make it point that she couldn't even talk to them.

If he thinks that is enough to break me the he's got another thing coming. He won't break me that easily. My family is my everything and if sacrificing them for their safety means that I have to endure this hell in silence in the so be it. She thought with a strong resolve.

She sat with Amma for their evening tea and chatted a little and after Amma left for her nap, Anissa went down to meet with the servants.

One particular maid, who was studying nursing aside from doing a part time job as a maid, caught Anissa's attention. They both became well acquainted as Anissa guided her a bit about patient care. It was relieving for her to be herself and talk and discuss something that she was passionate about. The whole day was spent in chit chat with Sarah, the maid who Anissa befriended and before she knew it, it was time for her to get ready for the dinner event.

She selected a beautiful orange floral embroidered dress for herself. She went ahead and took a bath and styled her hair neatly. Putting on light makeup, she went back to the bathroom to get changed when Shehryaar barged in.

His face was void of all emotions and his eyes were hard and cold as steel. His whole frame was relaxed as he stood with his hands deep in his pant pockets and looked at Anissa blankly. He was in his wrinkled white dress shirt with the sleeves folded up to the elbows. This showed Anissa how busy he was the whole day. The black straps of the holster around his chest and waist stood out against the white shirt, covering his defined chest.

He looked even more breathtakingly handsome in his relaxed causal stance.

Shehryaar eyed her carrying the dress and a scowl of disapproval marred his features.

Anissa saw him give her that look and turned to the bathroom. "I'm almost ready. Just give me five minutes." She said and was about to go to the bathroom when Shehryaar stopped her.

"You're not wearing that. I already have a dress prepared for you." He told her.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him and decided to ignore what he said and get changed but she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Sarah carry a grey dress bag in her arms.

Shehryaar took the hey bag from her but didn't dismiss her. Opening up the bag, he revealed a gorgeous jet black sari.

"Here, get dressed into this." He said handing her the sari.

"How many times do I have," she was cut short when Shehryaar's palm came flying at her face and hitting her sharply across the cheek. His actions took her off guard and she stumbled down to the floor is a heap.

Her cheek stung as she held on to it and tears welled her eyes. She glanced up to look at the devil who again raised his hand on her only to have him stare at her with a blank expression and a maniacal gleam in his eyes.

Crouching down to her level, he roughly fisted her hair, making her cry out in pain.

"This isn't up for discussion or any argument. You will wear this sari." He orders and yanked her hair up until she was forced in a standing position. Releasing her hair, he took the sari and threw it at her.

Her hair was a disheveled mess and her makeup was smudged with her heavy tears. She felt so embarrassed because this all took place in front of the maid that she had befriended. What would she think now? That her mistress gets abused by her husband? Now she'll no longer respect me but pity me. She cried mentally.

"Get changed now. You have fifteen minutes." He said calmly.

She silently obeyed but when she saw how small the blouse was, she threw it at the ground in a fit of anger.

"I'm not wearing something so revealing." She declared in exasperation but her breath got caught in he throat when she saw Shehryaar pull his gun from his holster and point it at Sarah.

"What was that? I didn't hear you correctly. It sounded like you just disobeyed a direct order." He spoke in a menacing tone. Sarah was so caught off guard that she froze in fear and when she recovered, she looked at Anissa with pure fear.

"No wait Shehryaar. I'll wear it. Please just don't hurt her." She screamed and immediately grabbed the blouse from the floor. She went into the bathroom and within a minute she came out dressed in the sari. It was certainly revealing for it left her arms bare, gave out too much of her cleavage and her flat stomach was out on display for everyone to see.

Her body was quivering with anger and fear as her hands balled up by her side.

Anger at the monster for making her wear something so degrading and fear for the innocent soul that was standing in the room like a helpless lost puppy as the gun pointed directly at her heart.

"Lower you gun. Let her go." She demanded in a weak voice and hated herself for being so helpless.

With a smirk, Shehryaar admired the beauty standing in front of him. "This suits you so well. Maybe I ought to have you wear such outfits all the time." He said, delighted and pleased.

He's making me give up my modesty. She thought spitefully. "Is this my punishment?" She inquired when she saw Shehryaar still pointing the gun at Sarah and ignore her demand.

"I told you there will be consequences. So unless you don't want a life hanging on your head, next time you will obey and do what I tell you to do." He said and put the gun down. Anissa breathed in relief.

"I told you before. I do not tolerate disobedience." He said, his ice hard steel gaze locking with that of the burning Amber glare of Anissa.

"You may leave now." Shehryaar said in an icy tone without breaking eye contact with Anissa. The poor girl scurried out of the room.

"You don't tolerate disobedience? If I want to wear anything of my liking and don't want to selecting my outfits then it's disobedience? How could you be so conceited. I have a will of my own." She spoke with a venomous edge to her tone. "

Anger flashed in Shehryaar's grey orbs. His features hardened and he clenched his jaw tightly. "Again with this drama. You better stop this bullshit right now before I call that girl again and shoot her down." He threatened, his eyes giving nothing away. "You're will as you call it doesn't exist anymore. You will submit to me Tara otherwise I have other methods of making you submit."

But Anissa wasn't done either. Her fury and hatred for Shehryaar was increasing by the second.

"And what are you making me wear?" She gestured towards her body. "Something so revealing. Do you want other men to look at your wife with questionable glances. Is that something you will tolerate?" She queried.

And much to her astonishment, Shehryaar strode towards her with a panther's grace and cupped her chin.

"Of course. I want everyone to see what kind of a trophy wife I possess. I want the envy of every motherfucker out there. Everyone should know that you belong to only me." He declared ferociously. His eyes shining with approval.

His thumb traced her bottom lip, his eyes fixed on hers. His hand gripped her waist firmly so as to prevent her from moving away from him.

"And when they're looking at you, they'll know that they can never have you. Your mine." He drawled huskily, his tone laced with arrogance, his lips inches away from hers. His warm minty breath fanned her face. Her heart hammered. A part of her wanted his lips to meet with hers as she felt all tingly and hot from where he was touching her while a bigger more sensible part of her wanted to slap him and throttle him.

"I'm not your property or your possessions that you can flaunt around so haughtily." She seethed through clenched teeth, her cheeks brightening up in the heat of her raging anger.

"Oh but you are." He simply responded, his hand travelled down to her collar bone and removed the sash of the sari that effectively hide away his name on her skin.

His eyes lite up with admiration and fascination as he gazed at the bared healed scars of his name on her pale clear skin.

His thumb gently traced the four inch emblem beneath her beauty bone.

Anissa shivered, his touch causing a storm of butterflies to flutter in her belly as her heart thumped uncontrollably loud and fast in her chest.

Shehryaar leaned down and his lips lightly kissed the scabbed wound.

Anissa hissed when his lips made with her wounded skin or was it from the sensations of tingled that rose from there as his lips kissed the sensitive skin?

"Let go," she whispered, and tried to removed his hands from her.

This caused Shehryaar to growl in anger as he picked her up Over his shoulder and threw her harshly on the bed and hover above her, his legs straddling her hips tightly into the flush mattress.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the dangerous glint in his darkened eyes.

"f*****g refuse me again Tara and I'll make you suffer for it." He avowed. Anissa shuddered beneath him. She knew his thread were never empty and she feared the worst so she gave in.

Pinning her hands beside her head, his leaned down and sucked on her neck. His teeth grazed her beauty bone that sent waves of painful pleasure up her spine and straight to her core which pooled between her thighs in anticipation.

"My name on your skin suits you so well. I just f*****g love it." Shehryaar growled in her ear, making her whimper, making her body shiver in fright. She squeezed her eyes shut to avoid looking at the predicament she was in.

Suddenly, his lips came crashing down on hers in a fiery hard kiss. His tongue poked at her sealed mouth, demanding entrance but she refused to budge.

Shehryaar smirked against her lips. "Still denying me Tara. When will you learn?" He drawled menacingly.

Anissa shook her head in defiance and kept her eyes shut.

I need to stop him before he does something reckless and hurt me. She wracked her brains to come up with anything smart to make him stop.

Her hands were shifted into his one hand as he pinned them above her head, his lips travelled from her chest to her bare flat stomach.

His tongue licked at her belly button, Teasing the buttoned tight skin, causing her eyes to fly open and mouth to gasp in surprise.

His hand went down and collected the hem of the sari, setting it aside from her legs and travelled up between her soft thighs.

She gasped when she felt his thick fingers stroking her labia from above her satin panties.

"Already so wet Tara?" He growled in approval.

"Want to deny me, Tara? Well then, I'll deny you to come." He claimed and yanked her underwear aside as his middle and ring finger slide into her warm tight channel, causing her to gasp in dread.

His fingers pumped into her relentlessly. She panted and moaned when his fingers curved inside her and stroked her inner walls. His thumb rubbed her c******s and the pleasure that exploded in her body was unimaginable.

Her mind went from a collected manner to a disbeliever chaotic mess.

"Go on, Tara. Deny me." He urged and pumped inside her harder. She ground her teegh to Jew herself from letting more moans of pleasure come out.

"Oh, still stubborn huh?" He drawled.

She felt reaching her high as her moans came through her panted breathes.

Just as she was about to reach her high, his fingers slowed down.

Her moans turned into frustrated groans as she eyes Shehryaar venomously.

"Shehry, please." She groaned and arched her back, leaning more into his fingers as they began to pull out of her, leaving her hanging at the edge.

"Now now Tara, wouldn't want you coming just yet." He said, licking his fingers clean. He moved his legs between hers as his knees opened her thighs wide, her glistening core becoming visible and naked under his lustful gaze.

He released her wrists and gripped her thighs as he shifted her near his face, her core coming close to his heated mouth.

She cried out when his tongue licked at her sensitive labia and stoked her c******s. His rough tongue teased and slurped around her wet folds and she shuddered and moaned, fisting the sheets under her palms.

Her heart shuddered when his tongue slide into her warm passage and messages her v****a. She felt a current of wetness flow out of her as the pleasure made her mind hazy. His tongue stroked her in a steady and hard rhythm.

She felt like she was reaching the same height again when he stopped suddenly. She growled in frustration, her hands going to his hair and keeping his head in place as she ground her hips in to his face.

He chuckled and caught her wrists. Sitting up, Shehryaar saw the frustrated frown mar Anissa's brows.

"Deny me again or try and disobey me and I won't let you come. This is your punishment." He said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and got up from her.

Tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks as got up. Her hazy mind was slowly beginning to function again.

Then suddenly, her logic kicked in.

"No, you're not doing this out of grandiose." She said suddenly, her tears rolling down freely.

"What are you talking about?" Shehryaar inquired in confusion.

Adjusting the length of the sari properly in her naked legs, she Jumped on her feet, ignoring the throbbing sensation of her core as she strode to him and jabbed her index finger in his chest.

"I know you're possessive and a possessive man would never want another man to look at his woman." She said and took a step back to face his head on. His presence was dominating and dangerous.

"What the f**k are you trying to say?" He leered.

"I want to change out of this outfit." She demanded.

"Again your forgetting your place. Would you like me to remind you again."

"Surely you don't want other men to look what your only suppose to see." She smirked. She knew exactly what it took to rile him up. In order to make him understand, she would have to play his tune.

Shehryaar caught her throat and squeezed lightly.

"Your doing this to hurt me. You know my modesty means a lot to me. Is this your way of breaking me? By hurting me and making me give up on my modesty." She queried, almost choking on her words as his grip tightened around her neck. "Then on the way, you'll make others see only what you're suppose to see. Are you sure you can handle that? Handle other men look at your wife with lust and want?" She spoke. Hoping to God that he would understand in his own language.

A satisfied lopsided grin graced his face making Anissa's confidence shatter.

"You're too f*****g smart for your own good. Are you seriously trying to outwit me?" He mused, his eyes gazing at her with admiration. "You're forgetting who i am."

"Yes you're right. That's exactly what I am doing And no I haven't forgotten who you are." Anissa replied, his grip almost cutting the oxygen supply to her. She began to see black.

He smirked upon looking at her helpless expression and released her neck, which bore the marks of his death grip. She chocked and breathed in heavily.

"Get ready. You have ten minutes." He said with finality and proceeded to head for the door.

"Why? Why are you so adamant on hurting me? What did I ever do to you?" She chocked on her sobs.

Shehryaar stopped in his tracks, his back to her.

"Many things Tara. You did many things to me that's why you're going to get what you deserve." He answered without turning to her.

When he faced her, Anissa winced when she saw his empty soulless eyes.

The same eyes that held so much lust and want for her turned hollow and cold.

She frowned. She was utterly confused by his demeanour.