Mafia and his angel 2

he muttered, taking a step closer. He brought his hand to my back and I felt his fingers on the latch of my bra. His hands trembled against me. It was shocking to see Alessio just as nervous. Wh

He brought his head up, looking at me with heated blue eyes. His chin was wet with my juices and my body trembled at the sight. Never had I felt such pleasure. He had given me an orgasm before but this one had sent me over the edge. Alessio wiped his chin with the back of his hand and he smirked. "You are so fvcking beautiful when you come. Your face all flushed, your eyes hazy with pleasure...so beautiful." Parting my thighs wider, he positioned himself between them and settled himself in place on top of me. "But I'm not done yet," he whispered huskily. My eyes went wide and I grabbed his shoulder. I felt him at my entrance and I moaned. His hand grasped my thigh, spreading me just a little wider. Alessio's eyes had turned darker, the hunger there clearly written. He ran his cock up and down my wetness, coating his tip with my cream. My body trembled underneath his...in desire, anticipation, and slight fear. Grasping my hip with one hand, he wrapped his other around my thigh as he thrust slowly inside, filling me completely. But as soon as he was inside me, I gasped, my eyes widening as a darkness fell upon me. No. No. No, I screamed in my head. Not now. Please not now. But it was too late. Instead of Alessio... I saw Alberto. All I felt was pain as my body and heart shattered in a million pieces. Tears blinded my vision as my body froze. Alberto's words invaded my mind. His evil smiles, his face as he took me repeatedly against my will...they all crashed around me. Such a perfect moment it was, and now I was back to the nightmare that blinded me. Alessio thrust again inside of me, oblivious to what was happening deep inside my soul. Alessio's groans were replaced by Alberto's groans and grunts of pleasure. My body ached, my heart squeezed so tight in my chest that I gasped for air...for mercy. I felt myself going numb, my body and mind slowly closing down. It hurt so much. I was bleeding from the inside. The pain was like thousands of sharp knives against my skin. All I saw and felt was Alberto. He was the one moving inside of me, thrusting, pounding relentlessly inside of me. Please, I begged. Make it go away. As the numbness took over my body, I left this world. I was no longer here. I was gone. My spirit vanished, broken in a thousand pieces. . Alessio💕 . Thrusting a second time inside Ayla, I groaned. Fvck, she was so tight. I didn't think I could hold on much longer and I was barely inside of her for a few seconds. She was so responsive when I ate her pussy. When she came, I thought I was going to lose it right there like a horny teen. I was about to push back inside when I noticed her eyes. They were filled with tears and I saw the change right in front of me. Her beautiful green eyes slowly went blank...numb. And that was when I realized that she was frozen underneath me. "Ayla?" I whispered, my voice hoarse. But she didn't answer. My heart stuttered almost painfully in my chest at the sight beneath me. She stared up at me like she wasn't seeing me. Like I wasn't even there. Oh no, no, no, I chanted in my head, quickly pulling my cock from her wet heat. "Ayla?" I tried again, my hands shaking as I brought it up to her face, softly caressing her cheeks. She flinched away from me and a single tear slipped from her eye, falling down her cheeks, leaving a single wet trail. And that sight broke my heart. It exploded until my body went numb with pain and anger. Ayla rolled on her side, bringing her knees up to her chest as she curled into herself. She sobbed quietly. Rubbing a hand over my face, I felt something wet on my cheeks. Fvck, I sat on my arse as my tears unashamedly ran down my cheeks. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be true. Not to my Ayla. Not my sweet beautiful Ayla. Not my angel. "Ayla," I whispered, moving closer to her, desperately trying to bring her back to me but she whimpered in fear and pain. She made a wounded sound and curled tighter into her body. I stopped any movement, my heart splintering open at her pain. Bringing a trembling hand up, I placed it over my mouth as I choked back my tears. The darkness settled around us, throwing us back into the pit of pain. Closing my eyes, I sank my head in my hands. I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe that my Ayla had to go through this pain. But as much as I hated to admit it, as much as I wished it wasn't true... My guess was right all along. Ayla had been raped. I wanted to pound that moron's face. Whoever he was, he would pay in the worst way possible. The signs were right there in front of my eyes. I saw them. All of us saw them but we didn't want to think the worst. We didn't want to believe that Ayla had gone through this. But I knew what she had been through. My cold, unfeeling, fvcking heart felt it. Her pain. Ayla's small body was shaking violently with her cries. And as she curled herself tighter and buried her face in the pillow, my chest grew tighter. My heart ached at the sight of her looking so broken. But apart from the searing pain filling my chest, I felt immense fury. Deep anger and resentment at the moron who has brought tears to her eyes. He was a dead man walking. I was going to get my hands on him soon. But not before torturing him until he would beg me for his own death. And then I would gladly send him to hell. But at that moment, what mattered most was Ayla. I would let my anger out later. I would spill blood later. I couldn't let the monster out yet. I had to rein in the need to kill. Inching closer to her, I brought my hand forward to touch her but she flinched away and sobbed harder. She pressed herself harder into the mattress and I heard her mumbling something incoherent. Her words were lost in her cries. "Ayla," I whispered gently, trying to coax her. But my next words were cut abruptly when I saw her hands moving blindly under the pillows. Her eyes were closed tightly as she searched for something, her movements frantic and almost desperate. "No, no, no, no...please no..." she mumbled between her sobs, her chest heaving with loud hiccups as she continued to cry. When realization dawned at what she was looking for, I quickly jumped off the bed. The jacket. The fvcking jacket. Quickly striding toward the sofa chair, I pulled on my sweatpants and went back to bed, getting in beside Ayla. Lying down, I moved a little closer. She didn't open her eyes, but she went completely still as I moved closer, her muscles visibly coiling tighter in fright and tension. "Shhh..." I soothed in a soft voice. "I'm not going to hurt you." "Jacket. I need my jacket. Please...I can't...I need it..." She gasped through her tears. She wasn't getting it. Instead, she was going to have me. This time, I was going to take away her nightmares and her pain. I was going to bring her back. And I would be the one to wipe away her tears. Not my jacket. But me. The blank eyes and the numb expression, I was going to change that. I would bring my Ayla back. Moving just a little closer, I whispered, "Ayla, open your eyes." At my words, she tensed. Her hands fisted and she recoiled backward, but I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into my body. Ayla let out a sharp cry. One that was filled with fear and panic. But as soon as her body made contact with mine, she froze, her hands landing flat on my chest. "I'm here. I'm right here,