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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
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Rose tattoos and dead exhusband

She didn't even feel like moving a hair but she knew that he would left her all wet and panting for more if she doesn't obey him now.

And his touch matters the most to her now and neither did she wanted to argue with him about this.

The area they were in was too dark for anyone to see them, not that it matters to her if someone sees her naked.

She has left all of her shame somewhere else. This Veronica was slutty and too vulgar for her own good.

She got down and went to the backseat. She lied down on the seat, her eyes on the door, waiting for Andrew to join in.

Andrew decided not to make her wait any longer. He was craving her touch just as much.

At this point, he was in physical pain and only that was going to end after being inside of her.

His eyes were ranking over her entire body as if drinking her through his eyes. He liked what he saw and she knew that he liked what he saw.

His eyes darkened and became as heavy as the clouds.

"Open your legs for me, Veronica," he said and she did it without any hesitation.

She stretched her thighs as much as possible, making room for him. He could see how wet she was.

Her p*ssy was glittering with wetness and he liked the lips.

He finally did what she was waiting for him to do. He bends down and forwards his face towards her pussy.

She could feel his breath all over her and closed her eyes, ready to embrace the pleasure but instead, she felt his lips somewhere else.

It was on her thighs. He was showering her with kisses. As disappointed as she was before, it was wiped off right away.

It doesn't matter which part of her body is touched by him, he has this magical power to make it good.

She tried to stop herself by pressing her palms against her lips but the other person who's lips was on her thighs, didn't like it.

"Remove your palm from your lips and let me hear your sweet voice, my volcano," he said and she came undone there.

My volcano is something he has been calling her ever since they met. She was yet to find out the exact reason behind this. He never really bothered telling her the reason behind this nickname.

After hearing the same nickname from his lips after so many years, she felt like hugging him but at the same time, she knew that she can't do that.

She can't let her emotions take over. The last time she did, she was wreaked and the reason behind her doom is right before her, with his lips on her thighs.

The small rose tattoos all over her body made him fall more in love with her. Her presence might be a little intimating without clothes due to all of these tattoos but it only made him feel more proud.

He didn't knew when and how she got those tattoos but one thing he was sure about and that's they are related to her ex-husband.

The same guy who was found dead on their bed with a knife in the middle of his forehead.

Whoever saw him was forced to say that he had to go through extreme torture and that he could have had an less miserable death and they were all consoling Veronica, not knowing the bigger part of the story.

She was standing besides his body with a numb face and everyone thought that she was too shaken by the sudden death of her husband.

But who was going to tell them that she was shaken by too much happiness, happy that she was finally free from the hands of a monster and could finally lead a free life of her own.

Nobody bothered suspecting her as she was nothing but an innocent girl who was tied down by an arranged marriage.

They totally ignored that she was the daughter of a mafia and they didn't live in a normal world.

But whatever it was, she was glad. She was glad to be seen as a innocent girl.