Alekhine's gun: Murder Of My Mysterious Wife, #4

By Ashraf Shaikh

Previous in this series, Giuoco Pianissimo & The Italian Game 
& Maróczy Bind

Imraan Fazlani gets clues to find his wife Shanaya who is alive.
As Imraan works on his clues with Laila he gets kidnapped and kept as a hostage in a church, by a bigger player of the game.
There he meets Leader, the guy he met in Italian Game, who works for another guy who wants Imraan's life or his loyalty. 

Imraan finds himself in loopholes of games, strategies set by Blackburn, The Boss, and the police.
Ever till now Imraan has been used, defied, and made hostage now and then, played by Blackburn, Boss, and police, Imraan soon learns he is also played by Laila the deceitful seductive.

What happens when he becomes a hostage in a church?
Is Shanaya alive or is Imraan played again?
Who is the bigger player in the game?
It is another game played by Blackburn to burn Imraan and Anthony his lone invisible help, in a series of loopholes?

To Know, Read, "Murder Of My Mysterious Wife:  Alekhine's gun
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashraf Shaikh
• Release date: Jun 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393935087

Ashraf Shaikh

Ashraf Shaikh writes books, which, considering where you’re reading this, makes perfect sense. Ashraf Shaikh is the author of 2 novels, which are, “In Search of Happiness” “Friendship, Love & Sacrifice” and a short story series about to be published, “Love, Lust & Greed”. He lives in Mumbai, India. He is a Bachelor’s of Managerial Studies graduate in Marketing. You can get to his blog by typing the word “ashrafshaikh.com” into Google. Try it. facebook.com/ashrafwrites

Book preview

Speaker on the Grave

Her face leaned into mine; she started sucking my upper lip. I held her face close to me. She unbuttoned my shirt, my pants, sat in my lap, started, swirling her hips, giving me all kinds of feelings. What else could I do rather hold give her what she wants? She crawled on my body, took my clothes off, threw them away, I did the same with hers. I was obeying commands of the beauty, Laila. Her nipples encircled my face  I encircled her nipples, light slow, bit one of it sucked another one. She withered, shook, cried, hit me, but, again, our bodies thumped, we did what we were doing for hours, having, insane sex.

Sex can be insane for guys with girls like her. Laying naked, riding, hard and fast, deep long,  when you come at the point of no return having control in your body taking yourself back, to not cum fucking again. It was like orgasmic 100 times in a sex session. My balls drained, I was shouting on the edge of my throat, while she moaned from the edge of her chest, as I slid my hands on her boobs squeezed them hard.

Her supple body, sliding on mine, gave me, tumor. The more I touched her, squeezed her, kissed her, and took her, the deeper I lost the meaning of my identity, lost the meaning of myself, she let herself go. I was the killer of her lover; she was here, in me, taking the whole of me in her.

What can I do, but, help her ride the waves of ecstasy? Her legs danced as she was nearing orgasm, I was too, and I went, in out of her flower, withering, passion beneath. At the right time when the clock strikes, twelve, the crows outside fly to the voice of the moans of a passionate lady, the steering of the car, get taken in her has to convulse her body, the car danced, with her shaking out of control with her breathes high,  low. As I entered, she, spurted her desires of passions out of her body, one, two, there, ten, then, there was it. She was spent drowned, while I was on the verge of orgasm.

Why this does happen every time, girls’ orgasm on me when it is my, chance, some shit gets real, or something happens that fucks me over. She crawled to her seat,  sat there, taking c0ntrol over her body, grabbed my firm dick in her pushed her face down. Teasing me with her, tongue, with sliding it on my boner, took it in her mouth, her soft, lips, encircled it, her tongue rubbed it, throat, gave it sensations with which, it burst, burst like a cylinder burst in a house, set on fire, one-two, three, three, it took her, three movements to take me in deeply out while rubbing my balls playing with it and I held her hair up.

My body convulsed,