Ruthless Mafia Innocent Love

“Mmmmmmmmm-Mmmmmmmmm,” Priyank let out a soft moan.

There he was, no saint with no inhibitions, just consumed by his sexual desires. His eyes were fixated on her breasts, watching them rise and fall, igniting a longing within him.

“Angel, what’s your size?” Priyank inquired.

Priya, who had been crying, was taken aback by his question. “What size?” she asked, her voice breaking from the intensity of her tears.

“Your breast size,” Priyank clarified.

Priya’s eyes widened in disbelief. How could he be so shameless as to ask such a question? “My breast size?” she repeated, shocked.

“Don’t you even know your own size?,”Priyank smirked.

Priya, embarrassed and emotional, struggled to respond. “I know I have breasts, but why do you want to know the size?” she managed to say through her tears.

“Because I want to know. Why shouldn’t I ask?” Priyank retorted.

“Because they’re my breasts,” Priya replied.

“You are mine, so everything about you is mine too. There’s nothing you can hide,” Priyank asserted. “But your size looks like a B-cup, Angel, so small.”

Priya’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe he was commenting on her breast size in such a demeaning manner. “You can’t say that. It’s not right. How can you talk to me like this?” she protested.

“What’s wrong with asking? I asked what I wanted to ask. There’s nothing wrong with it. Your breasts may be small, but they looked good in my hands when I bathed you,”Priyank smiled at her discomfort.

Priya raised her voice, “What do you mean? How can you say such things?”

Priyank smirked at her reaction. “I can do many more things, things you wouldn’t want to know about.”

Priya felt uneasy. His words and demeanour were unsettling. “I’m in pain, leave me,” she pleaded.

“You’re in pain, Angel, but how about I lick your pain away? You’ll feel better,” Priyank suggested with a smirk.

Priya immediately shook her head. “No. Are you a dog? Why would you lick me? You’re human.”

Priyank wanted to slap her for her naivety. He was trying to engage in a lewd conversation, and she was taking it as if he meant something innocent. She seemed completely clueless.

“You’re out of your mind,” he said in frustration.

“Your penis is touching my vagina through my panties, remove it,” Priya said.

Priyank felt himself getting aroused by her words. She was speaking so innocently, yet her words were provocative.

“You know what you’re saying, Angel,” he said in a dark tone, his eyes filled with lust.

“I know what I’m saying. I’m aware that you’re between my legs and your private part is touching me. It’s wrong because a man and a woman shouldn’t be in this position,” Priya sighed.

“How should a man and a woman do it then? Tell me, I’m ready to learn,” Priyank said with a hint of sarcasm. “Enlighten me, because it seems you’re quite knowledgeable about this topic.”

Priya, upon hearing him, exclaimed, “There’s no way you should touch me.”Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Priyank smirked and retorted, “You know I can touch you, Angel.”

Saying this, he grabbed her breast, leaving her gasping in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening to her.

She screamed in fear, “Ah! Remove your hand from my breast!”

“Is this your breast? I thought you called it a boob,”Priyank asked.

Priya, with a startled voice, replied, “Yeah, breast… now please remove your hand.”

She couldn’t fathom his inappropriate touch, consumed by thoughts of his intrusive actions.

“Didn’t you call it a boob? Then how did it become a breast?” as he pressed a bit harder,”You are surely a softy.”

Priya screamed, “This is not a ball to press like this! What are you doing?”

Priyank pressed again, this time harder, saying, “But surely it feels like a ball, but a soft one.”

Priya struggled to free herself, feeling the increasing pressure on her breast.

She cried in pain, “What are you doing? Why are you squeezing my breasts like that? It’s my body part, not something to be pressed on.”

Tears streamed down her face, expressing the pain she was enduring.

Priyank, seeing her tears, frustratedly remarked, “Why do you always cry? I did nothing to cause you this pain.”

Priya pleaded, “Leave me, it’s not funny at all. Can’t you see I’m in pain?”

Before any response, a knock on the door interrupted them, and Priyank’s mom inquired, “What is happening? Why is the door closed?”

Priyank struggled to conceal his frustration, realising his mother’s presence added a layer of complexity.

Priya, trying to compose her words, informed, “Aunty is calling.”

Priyank, internally battling his anger, resolved, “Better control your anger, Priyank. You’ll regret it.”

As they heard Priyank’s mom, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply to regain composure.

“Better keep your mouth shut if you don’t want to get punished. If you speak too much now, you’ll regret it,” he warned Priya.

Priya, visibly scared, refrained from further comments. Priyank, frustrated and aroused, contemplated the challenges of the morning.

The door opened, and Priyank faced his mom,” What the hell Priyank? What are you doing”,

Priyank, sighing, responded, “Adult stuff,” and left without further explanation.

Priya remained silent after he departed, his warning still echoing in her mind. She knew better than to provoke him. The memory of his touch and the pain it brought was very fresh, and she couldn’t bear the thought of enduring it again. So, she resolved to keep her mouth shut.

“He talks about teaching me manners, yet he has none,” she thought. “He’s disrespectful and dirty. How can he expect to instruct me on proper behaviour?”

Priya’s mother, observing her frightened and tear-stained face, sensed that something had gone awry behind closed doors. She felt helpless, unsure of how to assist Priya, but she knew she had to act before her son could inflict further harm.

Approaching Priya, she said, “Don’t cry, Priya. Everything will be alright.”

Priya wanted to respond, to tell her mother how her son had treated her, but she dared not. His warning still hung over her, and she feared making things worse.

Priya’s mother, expecting a strong reaction from her daughter, became concerned when Priya remained silent. She tried to comfort her by offering pasta, hoping to lift her spirits.

Priya’s appetite was piqued by the sight of the pasta, but she remembered her tormentor’s words: “Don’t open your mouth.” How could she eat without doing so?

Her mother noticed her hesitation and asked, “What’s wrong, Priya? You don’t look well.”

Priya wanted to express her desire to eat the pasta, but she couldn’t speak without opening her mouth, as she had been warned not to. She simply shook her head to indicate that everything was fine.

Confused by her daughter’s silence, Priya’s mother asked again, “What’s the matter, Priya? Why aren’t you speaking?”

Priya, feeling trapped, shook her head once more, trying to convey that there was no problem.

Her mother, realising that her son was behind Priya’s silence, inquired, “Did Priyank do something to you?”

Priya, without thinking, blurted out, “Yes, Auntie! He said he’d do something bad if I spoke.”

Regretting her words immediately, Priya cowered in fear. “Auntie, I’ve spoken now. He’s going to do something bad.”

Her mother chuckled at Priya’s unintended humour. She found her daughter’s innocence endearing and decided to lighten the mood.

Priya, perplexed by her mother’s laughter, asked, “I’ve already spoken, so why do I need to stay silent? Can I at least have the pasta before I face punishment? And by the way, what’s your name, Auntie?”

“My name is Daisy,” her mother replied.

“Can I call you Daisy, Auntie?” Priya inquired.

Daisy smiled and agreed, “Of course, you can.”

As Priya began to eat the pasta, Daisy explained, “When Priyank told you not to open your mouth, he meant not to reveal what he did to you while I was away.”

Priya, puzzled, responded, “But why would I spill the tea when I didn’t even have any? I don’t even like tea.”

“Ha! You continue eating”,

Daisy found Priya’s innocence charming. She realised that her son was drawn to Priya’s naivety, and she worried about the dangers he posed to her.

As Priya continued to eat, Daisy pondered the perilous situation her son had created, determined to protect Priya from any further harm.

“Aunty, I know lying is a bad habit, but can you help me with something?”

Daisy nodded and asked, “Sure, tell me what you need my help with?”

“How about you don’t tell Priyank that I said anything, so I can be safe and enjoy the delicious pasta you made for me,” Priya replied.

Daisy smiled and reassured her, “You can speak freely, Priya. There’s nothing you need to worry about.”

Priya smiled back and said, “I know, Aunty. You’re right. I don’t need to worry about anything, but he’s not a good person and he hurt me, so please don’t tell him.”

Daisy smiled and said, “Don’t worry, he won’t find out about our conversation while we enjoy this wonderful pasta.”

Priya’s face lit up with a beautiful smile, feeling relieved that things might be okay now instead of being a mess.

She missed her mother Mary, but Daisy somehow made her feel comfortable enough to not be in distress.

In a cheerful voice, Priya said, “That’s good, Daisy Aunty. I want to talk about how your son is not a good person, but you are.”

Daisy started feeding Priya and said, “I know, but he’s not as bad as you think. He just has some anger issues.”

Priya nodded as she enjoyed being fed by Daisy and said, “You know, Daisy Aunty, Mother Mary always feeds me like this.”

Daisy smiled, realising that she had never had a daughter and her son was not the type to be fed by her like that.

Daisy sighed, remembering how Priyank had always been independent, even as a child. She often wondered how she could get him to behave like a normal person. She couldn’t imagine how he would handle his anger issues.

“Aunty, aren’t you going to eat?,” Priya asked Daisy.

Daisy snapped out of her thoughts and replied, “No, I’m full. It’s for you, so you had better finish it. It’s delicious.”

“I was full too, but you fed me. This pasta is very good. You shouldn’t neglect good food, Aunty,”

Daisy smiled and took a bite of pasta herself, saying, “See, I didn’t waste it. So don’t worry and eat.”

Priya nodded and began to enjoy the pasta and Daisy’s company.

“Delicious”,