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To be the misunderstood villainess

|Mafia boss×Mafia's son| Warning: extremely mature content. - Couple one: Despite her trying to sound cool, he could hear her slight pants. "What were you doing?" He asked, forgetting everything. That's how it was for them. They could be in the middle of the most serious issue yet the slightest change in their breathing would make the other curious. "If I say that I was, or more like, am fingering myself while thinking about you, would you come here and f*ck me?" She said while putting two fingers inside of herself. A moan left her lips and his d*ck hardened on the other side. "F*ck, Andrew, ah," she was moaning on purpose, to get a reaction out of him. She wanted to test him till he broke and later fulfilled her with his entire being. She knew that she wasn't supposed to want him and so did he but the heart wants what the heart wants. And forbidden fruits always taste better. - All of a sudden, he moved a little away and by not feeling the same sensation as before, she opened her eyes with an annoyed look. She was almost about to come. "Why did you stop -" she was cut off by her own moan. He did the most unthinkable thing. He slapped her pu*sy. She thought that it would hurt her but it had the exact opposite reaction. It ended up sending an electric shock through her body but one that was filled with pleasure. She was looking at him with pleading eyes. She didn't know what she wanted him to do but she wanted something from him and he understood even though she didn't vocalize her thoughts. He made a silent promise to fulfill all of her fantasies and with that, he slapped her again. And she moaned in pleasure again. Who knew that something that counts as a punishment could bring one so much pleasure? - Tangled by an interesting past, lust, and underworld matters. And most importantly heart. Both of them refused to fall for the other again but for how long? In this twisted game called lust, would they end up falling for each other? -- Couple two: "Stars are pretty," he said. She gave him a sad smile. "But people always say that you are going to lose the moon while counting the stars but the moon got scars and you can't stare at the sun for two minutes, you are bound to get blind by its light and how can you love someone you can't even look at?" "So we shouldn't love anything at all?" "If you are willing to take the risk then sure, you can." "Maybe I am or maybe I don't have any choice of my own. If you were given a chance, what would have you been?" "Dust probably," she said, not looking at him anymore. "Dust why? Don't they fly away?" "I wish to be like the dust so that I can fly away. Everything except the dust that flies is desired in one way or another, for example: A bird is caged in the name of love, just because someone wants to keep it. A flower that was torn away from its home and later toasted away in a place where the wind makes it blown, at least one person is going to like it enough to keep it with them till they don't like it anymore. Nobody can see dust, let alone desire it. Maybe being undesired isn't always the bad thing." -- "I trusted you but you broke my trust. You could have told me the truth." "You never seemed interested enough in my truth." "I wasn't? You never bothered asking me anything, you just assumed and ruined everything because that's all you can do. You don't deserve my trust." "I know," she muttered under her breath, fully knowing that he was too good for her to ruin him. -- "Don't do this to yourself just because you hate me. Don't ruin your life, I am begging you." "Because of you? Why would you think that you deserve any of my thoughts, my emotions? You don't even exist to me." And she was again feeling unworthy, a word that was never going to leave her side. -- In the midst of misunderstanding, complications, and hate, will they find love?

gottastudyyyy · Urban
Not enough ratings
120 Chs

Forbidden and tempting

"Why did you kill him? I need an explanation."

"Last week in the pub, one of my friends was enjoying herself. Your men were there and they both were giving her lustful looks," Veronica said.

"You killed them because they gave your friend lustful looks?" Andrew asked with a look of disbelief.

He knew that Veronica was protective. She always has been but he never thought that her protectiveness would reach this level.

"If it was in my hands, I would have killed everyone for looking at my loved ones like they are products rather than humans," she said in a tone full of venom.

"Even your own men are giving you lustful looks. It's written all over their faces that they want to f*ck you. Why don't you kill them?" He growled.

If it was in his hands, he would have killed everyone for looking at her.

"Their gazes are mixed with fear. They want me but they also know that they can't have me and they must maintain a distance from me. But your men couldn't hold it inside of their pants. They forcefully kissed her even though she clearly told them to f*ck off," Veronica's eyes were holding the same anger as his.

This entire underworld thing might be illegal itself but it was high on taking consent from others before touching them.

Or at least members of these two gangs.

Andrew knew that what Veronica did was correct. Even though her friend doesn't have any connections to the underworld, she was still her friend.

He looked at his man who was lying under his feet, a hole was clear on his forehead.

"I should have cut off their d*cks before killing them. If you can't discipline your men then throw them at my service. I will make sure that they are men enough when they leave," she said, putting her gun down.

Andrew did the same. As much as he wanted to hurt her, to kill her, he couldn't.

The teenager inside of him still loved her and only her.

She was his first love, is his first love and forever going to be his first love.

The love, he has long lost and now she's gone. So far that no matter how much he runs, he can't have her again.

"If that's the thing then I should get to kill one of your men as well. He touched another made men's girl. He deserves to die as well," he said and Veronica went aside, giving him a clear view of her other men.

"You are free to kill whoever committed this sin. I am giving you my full permission. Those who don't know how to respect women, shouldn't be in my gang and alive at the same time." Her message was clear.

She won't hesitate to kill her own men if they go against the rules. They were important to her but what was more important is respect.

Giving respect, and taking respect was her policy.

One of her guys started shaking like he was given a death note.

He was standing at the furthest corner of the villa yet Veronica and Andrew's eyes didn't miss him.

"Is he the one?" Veronica asked, pointing her gun at him.

That guy became as pale as paper. He thought that nobody would find out about this.

"Don't kill me, boss, please. I will never do this again. I have a family to- " his words were cut off by his groan followed by a gunshot.

"You have a wife at home and kids of your own yet you decided to flirt around with another woman. This shows how much you care about your family. What you did is disrespectful to your family as well. They trusted you. You don't get to protect yourself by their name either," Veronica said in a cool tone.

Her voice was so casual that it seemed like she just hugged a guy and not shot him directly in his groin.

"I missed this step while killing your men hence I had to do this. You can complete the rest," she said and Andrew just shook his head with a smirk.

He looked at the guy and shot him directly in his left eye and then his right eye.

This technique was a clear message to the others. Our eyes are the ones that hold our lust in them.

By shooting his eyes, he warned the others to keep their eyes on the ground and everyone, including Veronica's men, was now looking at the ground.

He shoots him directly in his skull after this.

The message: If you want to save yourself then use your brain and clean your thoughts and rethink your actions.

After that, he shoots his arms. Warning everyone to keep their hands where they should be and not under their pants, ma*turbating to the image of her they have in their heads.

Everyone knew that Veronica Volkov and Andrew Romano have a past together. The way they looked at each other was enough to give away their thoughts.

They wanted to kiss, kill and f*ck each other with hands on each other's throats.

But they don't know why they can't tolerate each other. Both of them were known for taking lives without a second thought yet even after placing guns at each other's foreheads, they both are alive.

Every time they kill someone from the other gang, both of them would run to each other's houses for revenge with red eyes but they would return with smirks covering their lips.

This thing was still a mystery to everyone. Some thought that they are in a secret relationship while some think that they used to be in a relationship.

But nobody dares to speak up openly about it because the result is never good.

The last time someone spoke about their relationship, he disappeared the next day.

It was like a forbidden topic.