Ruthless Mafia Innocent Love

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“Okay,” Priya agreed, nodding her head, feeling it was her only way out.

Priyank smiled, not with malice, but with satisfaction, seeing her agreement as a success.

“Open your mouth, Angel,” Priyank commanded, assertive, his thumb resting gently on Priya’s lips.

Priya was a bit startled but complied, parting her lips slightly.

“Wider, sweetheart. I can’t do anything with such a small opening. Stretch your lips,” Priyank instructed, sliding his thumb inside and touching her tongue.

Priya widened her mouth as instructed.

“That’s it, my dear,” Priyank’s eyes darkened slightly as he inserted his middle finger into her mouth.

His thumb and finger holding her tongue, he felt the wetness of her saliva as she gazed at him innocently.

“You know, Angel, this is quite pleasing,” Priyank murmured, pulling her tongue out gently between his fingers.

Priya tried to speak, but his grip on her tongue prevented her from forming words.

‘What is he doing?’ Priya thought, puzzled by his actions.

Her saliva trickled down her tongue, dripping onto their clothes, coating his fingers with moisture.

“Sweetheart, you need to learn this rhythm. I’m preparing your tongue for the soul-sucking kiss. Better learn how to move it, or we’ll be doing this over and over,” Priyank explained.

‘Learn,’ Priya observed her tongue and the finger and thumb, moving smoothly without any interruption.

As soon as Priya’s eyes fell on Priyank’s actions, she struggled to comprehend what he was doing, causing Priyank to lose his composure.

His heart raced inside his chest, his arousal evident, as he replaced his thumb and finger with his warm lips, sucking on her moist tongue while his saliva-coated hand entwined in Priya’s long hair.

He held her firmly as he kissed her passionately, nibbling on her lower lip and gently biting her tongue.

Tears welled up in Priya’s eyes from the intensity of his kiss, leaving her breathless and overwhelmed by the heat of the moment.

‘Maybe it’s a fever? Perhaps he’s transmitting germs through the kiss,’ Priya reasoned to herself.

As she struggled to pinpoint what was happening to her body, she felt her stomach churning, her skin aflame, her arousal evident, and her mind drifting away.

“Do what you see, sweetheart,” Priyank interjected.

Snapping back to reality, Priya tried to recall his actions with her tongue. She began to move her tongue, her lips syncing with the rhythm of the kiss.

“Damn it!” Priyank cursed, feeling Priya’s lips and tongue mimic his actions. He pressed his body closer to hers, fueled by the rush of adrenaline coursing through him.

And why should he resist? When faced with a surprise like this, restraint seemed impossible, especially with Priya. She was the one who shattered all semblance of his so-called patience.

Struggling to catch her breath, Priya attempted to push him away, feeling suffocated as the heat between them intensified to an unbearable level, oxygen seemingly evaporating from her lungs.

‘ Leave her, Priyank, she is all breathless,’ his conscience chimed in.

Priyank snapped back from his pleasure and looked at her, her puffy eyes, tears dripping, as she tried to wriggle out from his hold.

He struggled to regain control, torn between desire and restraint. He wanted to continue, to consume her until she fainted, but he knew he couldn’t let her endure that.

Reluctantly, he broke off the kiss, leaving her bottom lip red and swollen from his rough suck.

“It’s so painful, how can you do this to me?” Priya cried out, trying to steady her breathing amidst the burning sensation on her lips.

“Treatments are always painful, sweetheart. You asked for this, and I’m giving it to you exactly how you should receive it,” Priyank shrugged, observing the chaotic aftermath he had caused.

Priyank’s gaze softened as he watched Priya struggle with the aftermath of their intense encounter. Despite his callous demeanour, a flicker of guilt tugged at his conscience. He knew he had pushed her too far, but the allure of her vulnerability was irresistible.

As Priya attempted to compose herself, Priyank’s resolve wavered. He wanted to reach out, to comfort her, but his pride held him back. Instead, he remained silent, grappling with the conflicting emotions swirling inside him.

Finally, Priya spoke, her voice tinged with both anger and desperation. “You are so bad.”

Her words struck a chord within him, stirring a sense of remorse that he struggled to suppress.

“You knew what you were getting into, Priya,” Priyank suppressed the guilt welling up inside him and replied.

He couldn’t allow her to glimpse the extent of her effect on him, especially now when he wasn’t certain if she was the person she presented herself to be.

Two distinct personalities vied for his belief: the feisty one he wanted to trust, and the innocent facade he couldn’t bring himself to accept.

But she seemed determined to blur the lines, deliberately luring him into a trap he feared he was already falling into.

He found himself descending further into unknown territory, grappling with the unfamiliar sensation of losing control. This wasn’t the Priyank Sharma the world knew-a ruthless mafia boss, a shrewd businessman, a billionaire accustomed to bending others to his will. Yet, this seemingly insignificant girl threatened to unravel everything he had meticulously built.

He had always prided himself on his self-restraint, never allowing himself to succumb to his desires. But in her presence, he felt himself teetering on the edge, yearning to delve deeper into the cravings.

“You’re so heartless,” Priya lamented through her tears. “I won’t speak to you. Why do you always inflict pain on me as if I’ve wronged you, when it’s you who’s done everything wrong to me?”

Priyank scoffed at her defiance. “Not talking to me? That’s not up to you, Angel. It’s up to me. And frankly, I find your words meaningless. If I wanted, I could make you scream in ways you can’t even imagine. Yet here you are, prattling on about mere words.”

“Of course, you can make me scream, because you always give me pain. What else can you even do?,” Priya questioned.

“You can’t even count how many other things I have done, wanted, or maybe will do with you. Who is going to stop me? At least not you, that’s for sure.”