Pregnant Under The Mafia's Shadow

( KIARA'S POV )

The top floor of the city’s tallest and most luxurious hotel building, where the noise of the world seems to have come to a halt. Outside, the silence of the black night prevails, but inside this room, a completely different storm is raging. I am lying here on a vast, velvet bed in an unconscious state. Expensive décor and dim lights surround me, yet everything before my eyes is blurred. The effect of alcohol and intoxication is coursing through my blood so intensely that my body feels as heavy as stone, but my consciousness is still awake somewhere deep inside. I know what is happening to me, and that very awareness traps me between a strange fear and a disturbing thrill.

Tears are slipping from the corners of my eyes, or perhaps it is the intoxication amplifying my emotions. Everything is hazy; colors and lights are melting into one another. There are no clothes on my body, and I feel an odd sensation of cold and warmth at the same time. A faint fragrance fills the room perhaps an expensive perfume, or simply the presence of that man.

Someone is over me; I can hear his heavy breathing. His touch is strange sometimes forceful, sometimes gentle. I am completely at his mercy; my body is responding on its own, without my consent. Dazed sounds escape my throat, sounds that are not under my control. Pain and pleasure are so tightly intertwined that I cannot tell them apart. There are tears in my eyes perhaps for this helplessness, or for this strange situation and yet there is also a peculiar happiness, maybe because of the novelty of this sensation.

His touch feels good to me, in a strange way. As if someone is claiming me, bringing me under his control. My body is marked by the traces of his fingers and lips, as if someone has stamped their seal upon me. These marks bring pain, and yet a strange sense of satisfaction as well.

He is very close to me so close that I can barely breathe. His face is blurred; I cannot recognize him. Everything is wrapped in the fog of intoxication. I keep losing consciousness, and then with a jolt, I come back to my senses only for a few moments. This cycle of consciousness and unconsciousness continues, like an endless loop. Each time I regain awareness, it is the same feeling, the same haze, the same helplessness.

Everything in the room seems to be spinning, or perhaps it is my head that is spinning. This is the hotel room on the top floor, from where the city lights should be twinkling, but all I can see are blurred shadows. Why am I here? How did I get here? I remember nothing. There is only this moment, this sensation, and this man.

There is no sense of time. I do not know whether hours have passed or minutes. Every moment feels like a century, and every century like a single moment. My body is exhausted, but my mind is still trapped somewhere.

He leans in incredibly close, his warm lips brushing against my earlobe. A soft cry of pain escapes me. In his deep, gravelly voice the kind that sends a violent shiver straight to my chest he whispers, "You are so hot... your scent is driving me insane. Even if I wanted to, I can't stay away from you." His words melt into my ears like honey, yet there is a dangerous edge to them.

My eyes are squeezed shut, but behind my lids, a storm is raging. My tears refuse to stop. A hot tear spills over, falling onto him and disappearing into his messy hair.

He must have felt it, because in the next second, his rough, calloused palm cups my face. He wipes my tears away with a touch that feels surprisingly tender despite his strength.

I try to open my eyes, to see him, but everything is a blur. My vision is clouded by a mix of intoxication and salt. His face is nothing more than a shadowy silhouette, dark and mysterious. He is just as lost as I am, perhaps even deeper into the haze of the night than I.

He claims my lips once more, taking them into his firm grip. He kisses me with such intensity, as if he wants to consume me, to pull me inside his very soul. He tastes my lips as if they are melting ice cream, sucking on them, completely oblivious to the world outside this room.

It hurts a sweet, sharp ache that is becoming unbearable. I shut my eyes tight against the sensation.

Slowly, he moves down, burying his teeth into the sensitive skin of my neck. As he bites me, my muffled whimpers echo through the silence of the room once again. This blend of pain and raw passion is driving me to the brink of insanity.

Then, the moment arrives.

The second he enters me, a bolt of lightning jolts through my entire body. I tremble violently. A piercing scream rips from my throat, bouncing off the cold walls of the room.

The sheer intensity, the overwhelming depth of it, is too much; my mind begins to go numb. Darkness starts to cloud my vision, and slowly, I slip into unconsciousness. But even as the world fades to black, the rhythm doesn't stop the cycle continues.

The sound of his ragged, heavy breathing echoes against the walls, With every passing second, the sound grows louder, Even though I have slipped into the void of unconsciousness, my body remains tethered to his presence. I can still feel him a crushing, constant weight that refuses to let go. Not for a single heartbeat does he pull away. There is no distance between us, not even a sliver of air. He remains anchored to me, his heat and his intensity unyielding, a relentless force in the shadows, making sure that even in my blackout, I am entirely his.

TO BE COUNTINUE....!!!

Who is that person who ruined my life in a one night ?