Ruthless Mafia Innocent Love

“If you don’t want to, then you don’t have to leave either. We’re not playing games here, where you get to walk away without any consequences,” Priyank asserted, pressing Priya harder against the wall.

Her cheek scraped against the rough surface, sending waves of pain through her body. She struggled to open her eyes fully, but the pressure against her left eye forced it shut, intensifying her discomfort.

“I’m not saying I don’t want to suck your cock. I’m saying I don’t even entertain the thought of staying. I do want to leave,” Priya replied, her voice strained with difficulty.

Feeling utterly helpless, she resigned herself to complying with whatever he demanded. If it was just an animal, she could wash her tongue clean afterward. But if this continued, he would surely crush her against the wall.

Under the relentless pressure, she felt her bones threatening to buckle. She refused to let her skin be torn apart in such agony.

It was just sucking a cock-she might vomit, but at least she would have a chance to escape from this torment.

“Wow, that’s a surprisingly good choice, Priya,” Priyank remarked, his tone dripping with condescension.

As soon as Priyank addressed her by her name, Priya’s entire body quivered.

It wasn’t that she despised being called by her name, but the way he said it sent shivers down her spine. His use of her name was far more menacing than the sweet pet names he typically used.

It served as a stark reminder that she needed to take him seriously.

Otherwise, she might end up dead,  with her head smashed in, and  her cheek against the wall. Who knew what he was truly capable of? Perhaps he’d even go so far as to feed her body to his cock.

After all, she had read that chickens were omnivorous, which offered her no comfort whatsoever.

The thought sent a chill down Priya’s spine. She couldn’t afford to underestimate Priyank’s twisted nature any longer.

As she stood there, her mind raced with fear and desperation. She had to find a way out of this nightmare, but every avenue seemed blocked by Priyank’s dominance and cruelty.

“Then let’s get down to business, Angel,” Priyank declared, his tone laced with determination.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Gently, Priyank removed his hands from her and turned her around to face him. His heart sank as he saw the large bruise on her cheek, a stark reminder of the pain he had caused.

‘But I wouldn’t have to resort to this if she had just listened to me,’ Priyank thought bitterly.

He couldn’t shake off the feeling of blame, even though deep down he knew it wasn’t entirely his fault. She had pushed him to this point with her defiance, her refusal to comply.

It was a painful realisation, but Priyank knew there was no turning back now.

He was determined to teach her a lesson, and that’s exactly what he intended to do.

Whether it was her pretence or her true nature, he didn’t even care anymore.

His cock throbbed with anticipation, having waited for this moment since he first laid eyes on his Angel. What harm could come from indulging in it?

‘Everything is wrong, Priyank. You don’t have to do this,’ his conscience interjected.

‘I didn’t do anything wrong. She ran away,’ Priyank justified himself.

‘You literally kidnapped her. What did you expect?’ his conscience countered, cutting through his rationalisations with the harsh truth.

‘She deserved to be brought here because she’s mine, and this is where she belongs. It’s not kidnapping; it’s keeping her safe,’ Priyank justified to himself, his voice filled with possessiveness and delusion.

“Call it whatever you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that you made her bleed,” his conscience retorted, cutting through his justifications with brutal honesty.

Priyank pushed aside these troubling thoughts. They were the very thoughts that had driven Priya to leave him in the first place.

He had given her so much space, hoping she would come to appreciate him. But instead, she had taken advantage of his leniency, and walked away with the support of that meddling Mother Mary of hers. It was infuriating to think about.

“On your knees, sweetheart, mouth wide open. Today, I’ll show you what a real cock is and how you’re going to take every inch of it with that beautiful mouth of yours,” Priyank commanded, his eyes darkening with desire as he gazed at Priya.

She met his gaze with red, teary eyes, her face bruised but still retaining a haunting beauty.

This was what he craved-to see the broken Angel, a shattered version of her former self. He had no intention of fixing her; instead, he wanted to mould her to his desires.

And if moulding her didn’t suffice, he was prepared to break her into pieces and keep those fragments close to him, as a reminder of his dominance and control.

“Where’s the cock? What am I supposed to suck?” Priya’s voice trembled with confusion as she scanned the washroom, finding no dead animal in sight.

“On your knees. Don’t ask questions. I’m not in the mood to answer, sweetheart,” Priyank commanded, his control slipping as frustration gnawed at him.

Priya’s lips, now half-swollen from being pressed against the wall, were a tempting sight. He craved to see them fully swollen, wrapped around his cock.

The anticipation of her realisation, the shock on her face when she discovered what a real cock was, sent a shiver down his spine. It would be a moment worth savouring, watching her surrender to him completely.

‘Isn’t this going to be fun?’ Priyank’s thoughts twisted with a creepy anticipation. ‘Watching her flinch as my cock slaps against her bruised face, seeing her doe-like eyes widen in shock. It’ll only make me harder,’ he mused, a sinister grin creeping across his face.

‘What is he thinking?’ Priya’s mind raced as she studied Priyank’s face, trying to decipher the unsettling thoughts lurking behind his eyes.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was running through his mind revolved entirely around her, and the thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Yet, she couldn’t decide which was more terrifying-the twisted depths of his imagination, unknown to her, or the ominous reality of her current situation, incomprehensible and beyond her grasp.