Mafia Indebted (Dark Romance)

Chapter 21

The car ride back to the estate was deadly quiet.

It was so quiet that Anissa could hear her hammering heart in her ears. From the corner of her eye, she saw Shehryaar and jumped a little when she saw him intensely staring at her.

Her cheeks flared brightly. She felt immensely hot and sheen of hot sweat covered her forehead.

How will I be able to keep my word? I'm still frightened to my bones. Even if I make up my mind, my body will retaliate. PTSD isn't easy to control or treat and he expects me to fulfil my word. Oh Lord help me. She closed her eyes and prayed.

She needed even more courage for what was to come then willing herself to kill.

She knew that Shehryaar was an experienced man. From where he came from, she could easily tell that women threw themselves at him. He was after all a devilishly handsome man.

With his beautifully sculpted face, piercing grey eyes and God like body, blended together with the aura and air of dominance and grace that he exuded; these deadly combinations would have anyone fawning over him.

Of course, he's rich and handsome. It's only justified that women would want him. He could've had anyone he wanted as his wife. I may be beautiful but I don't have a background to match with his. I wouldn't look good standing with him. I wonder what kind of women he prefers.

Anissa felt a painful pang in her heart at that thought. For some reason, she didn't appreciate other women wanting Shehryaar: he was her husband after all.

Wait a second! Why do I care if other women want him? And why the hell am I comparing myself with other women if his preference. What the hell! She mentally scolded herself.

Who cares what his preferences are. I don't even care if his past girlfriends were beautiful and rich. Who gives a damn about that? She mentally scoffed.

"You look cute when you're thinking too hard." Shehryaar commented, pulling Anissa out of her train of thoughts.

"Huh?" She turned to face him only to be locked in his smoldering grey gaze. He rubbed his stubborn chin. "You're face contorts into cute little expressions when you're thinking too hard." He observed.

Her cheeks brightened and she looked away.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." She blurted, her cheeks giving her away as she balled up her fists. Shehryaar noticed her tensed demeanour.

He smirked. She's so f*****g innocent. It's such a f*****g turn on. He felt himself go hard at his lower region when he eyes her rosy cheeks.

Shehryaar gently raised her chin and locked gazes with her. "Don't think too much about it Tara. Tonight, it's just going to be you and me. I want you mind to be open." He said to her. "When I f**k you, I only want you to be thinking of me." He said. Her heart almost exploded at his words.

Anissa panicked at his shameless words and instinctively her hands went to his mouth to shut him up as she viewed the chauffeur who seemed unfazed at their little private conversation.

Shehryaar noticed and chuckled then laughed wholeheartedly: a low jolly laughter rumbling from his chest. Anissa was caught off guard. She had never heard him laugh so freely before. His laughter was beautiful just like him.

"What's so funny?" She inquired in a hushed tone, her cheeks lightening up. At this rate she thought her cheeks might just explode.

Suddenly, she was pulled to his chest and his lips smashed against hers in a fiery closed mouth kiss.

"Don't mind him Tara, he knows better then to listen in his boss's private conversations." He told her, squeezing her close to his strong hard chest.

"Besides," he whispered in her ear, his nose nuzzled in her soft hair, inhaling her scent. "If it were up to me I would strip you right here in this car and take you against this seat." He whispered huskily.

Anissa shuddered. Then a fleeting thought crossed her mind.

"I might disappoint you." She murmured lowly. Shehryaar chose to ignore her statement and held her tightly against his chest.

You can never disappoint me Anissa. I've waited so long for you. You have no idea what to see to me. You have no idea what you do to me. He thought deeply and closed his eyes.

When they finally arrived at the Estate, Shehryaar went straight to visit his Amma as a maid informed him upon his arrival that she was suffering from bouts of dry coughs. Anissa also visited Amma but she was asleep by then.

The husband and wife retreated to their bedroom. Anissa felt exhausted.

She sighed and was about to sit on the bed when Shehryaar caught her wrist and pulled her into his strong embrace.

Anissa's heart skipped a beat when she peered into his intense grey eyes that were filled with want and desire.

The moment that she dreaded and he waited for finally arrived.

Slowly, he brushed his lips against hers, feeling their softness and warmth. Her hands went to his chest to steady herself against his strong hold. She felt the strong steady beat of his heart that matched the same pace as hers.

"You're so f*****g beautiful," Shehryaar murmured in a sultry voice in her ear, causing butterflies to erupt and wage in a war in Anissa's belly.

Pinning her against the nearest wall, he trapped her in his arms as his lips went from her lips to her jaw and then down to her slender neck. His hot wet kisses left a wake of heat and electricity on her sensitive skin. His hands captured her wrists and pinned them above her head as his mouth laid kisses.

Her heart thumped with dread and fright. It was all going to fast for her.

And when his hand went south and cupped her s*x through her pants, that's when she gasped loudly. Adrenaline pumped in her veins as her flight mode encouraged her to run for the hills.

Suddenly, she was in his arms bridal style as he carried her to the bed. Lying her down gently, he straddled her hips, pinning her hands above her head and his mouth captured hers in a fiery passionate kiss. His tongue coaxed hers into a dance as his skilled tongue stroke every corner of her mouth, tasting her sweet flavour, earning a throaty moan from Anissa. His manly scent was driving her crazy.

She felt a strong surge at her lower region. Am I aroused? She knew that she was and that too from a kiss.

Releasing her mouth, he saw her entrapped in the feeling of his kiss that had him mesmerised.

"Tara, look at me." He cupped her face and stared deeply into her eyes. Her hazel orbs held so much uncertainty.

"There's just me. It's only me. I'm the one who's touching you. Tell me who's touching you." He said as one of his hands gently carcasses her breast from above her fully clothed chest. Her n****e hardened under his touch and peeked through the cotton fabric of her shirt.

"Look at me. Open your eyes and look at who's here with you." He commanded, his voice strong and authoritative, his thumb and index finger stroking and pinching her hardened n****e causing a yelp from Anissa as well as a delicious feeling traveling through her body. She felt hot all over.

"Look at me." He urged.

Anissa's eyes flew open.

He was staring at her with hooded eyes.

"Who am I Anissa?" He inquired.

Her brows furrowed him confusion. But it was short lived as his hand travelled beneath her pajama pants and traced the waistband of her panties.

She gasped and squired beneath him.

"Tell me, who am I Anissa?" He asked again, using her name which meant that he was being serious and wasn't teasing her around. His thumb went down and traced her moistened slot through her panties, causing Anissa to shiver sending her heart into over drive.

"You're already so wet for me baby."

"Tell me," he urged, this time in a sultry whisper. Slowly and stealthily, he removed her pants and threw them away. The scene of her creamy thighs before him aroused him to no end.

"Tell me."

"You're Shehry,"

"That's right. Shehry. Say it again." He said, his fingers stroking her lower lips against the panties. He liked the sound of that shirt name she came up with.

Anissa had never been touched this intimately before. And instead of the anticipated panic attacks, she found herself aroused.

"Y-you're Shehryry, Ah!" She moaned when his hand invaded her panties and rubbed against her c******s. That ignited sparks of pleasure that erupted and rose in the pit of her stomach. She felt like she was beginning to climb on something.

And when his thick middle finger penetrated her v****a, she gasped in shock from the sensations it caused. As he pumped his finger in and out of her tight channel vigorously, she knew she was at the edge and wanted a push for her release.

The climbing feeling got increased and she was begging for release.

What's going on? Why do I feel this way? She thought as her mind became hazy with want.

"You're so tight, f**k!" Shehryaar hissed and his finger plunged deeper and harder. "Ah, Shehry, I can't," she breathed. Her back arched, leaning into his hand as he did his magic on her.

"What is it baby? Tell me?" He teased as his finger slowed down. She let out a frustrated growl as her eyes flew open. Shehryaar smirked.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

"I-I, mmmhh," she moaned when his thumb rubbed on her c******s and his finger thrust harder.

"That's it baby, tell me you want me. Tell me you want your Shehry." He murmured to her.

She moaned when the sensation came back and she began to climb but his finger slowed down again, denying her the reprieve she so desire.

"Tell me what I want to hear and I'll give you the release you seek." Shehryaar gritted through clenched teeth.

"Yes," she groaned, her head burying in the pillow beneath, her hands fisted tightly and her heart thudding against her sternum. "Please,"

"What is it darling? What do you want?"

"I want you Shehry, I want you, please." She begged.

Shehryaar grinned in triumph. "That's my girl." And his finger thrust hard and deep into her, causing her to moan and groan until he felt her inner muscles spasm around his finger as her sweet wetness drenched his hand. Her orgasm ripped through her causing her to scream.

"That's it baby, come for me." He commanded and rubbed harder against her c******s. She felt like she was shattered into a million pieces as waves of pleasure that she had never felt before course through her body.

As she rode her high, Shehryaar brought his finger to his mouth and tasted her delicious sweetness.

"Mmm, baby, you taste even sweeter here." He whispered. Anissa opened her eyes, her breath coming out in pants.

"How was your first ever orgasm?" He inquired with a satisfied look entering his eyes.

"It-it was," she stammered, her face flushed as she recalled the moment and couldn't come up with the words.

"Your p***y might not be a virgin, but your mind certainly is. I'll make you experience the depths of pleasure that you've never experienced before." He spoke huskily. Anissa whimpered beneath him.

The moment was shattered between the two upon his phone ringing.

With a growl, he attended the call. "This better be f*****g important." He sneered.

His whole body stiffed as he released her wrists and sat straight on his knees.

"I'll be right there." He said and hung up.

"Get some sleep, I have some matters to attend to." Shehryaar announced and jumped off the bed. He adjusted his shirt and sleeves and grabbed his suit jacket and immediately left the room.

Anissa felt alone and empty upon his sudden leave. Covering herself with the duvet, she tried to steady her heart.

Anissa felt relieved. It was a load off her chest. But then she realised.

Does he not want me now? I thought he said that he was going to claim his wedding night tonight. What happened now? She thought to herself. She felt disappointed but relieved nonetheless. Her heart had enough to worry about for one night. She didn't want to burden herself any further.

After taking a relaxing shower, she immediately fell into a deep sleep.

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