Ruthless Mafia Innocent Love

“Babygirl, on your knees. There shouldn’t be any issue, right? You agreed to do what I said, so don’t resist,” Priyank’s hands pressed down on Priya’s shoulders, forcing her to kneel on the floor.

Priya complied, her body tense with apprehension as she sank to the ground. His hard, curved member pressed against her face, even through his pants, sending a shiver of revulsion down her spine.

Wide-eyed and bewildered, Priya struggled to comprehend the situation unfolding before her. Why was his penis rubbing against her like this?

“Take my cock out, sweetheart. It’s in my pants,” Priyank commanded with a sinister smile, his words dripping with malice.

“What?!” Priya’s shock was palpable as she recoiled, inadvertently hitting her head on the wall behind her.

Everything seemed to spin inside her head as she stared at him, fear contorting her features into a mask of terror.

“Why are you so surprised, sweetheart? You just need to take the cock out of my pants and suck it, as we discussed,” Priyank chuckled darkly, struggling to contain his amusement at her expense.

Isn’t sucking a cock supposed to be a seductive act? But with Priya being here, it had devolved into this absurdity, and now Priya’s horrified expressions only served to heighten his amusement.

As Priya attempted to retreat, her back pressed against the unforgiving wall, she felt a desperate urge to escape, to break through the barrier and flee from this madness.

Priyank was not just deranged; he was a whole different breed of madness altogether, capable of shocking her to her core.

Frantically, Priya scanned her surroundings for any means of escape, her mind racing with desperate schemes. Perhaps she could crawl between his legs and make a run for it. She was a good sprinter, after all.

Wasn’t she?

She clung to the hope that she could find a way out, any way out, from this nightmare.

“Don’t look around, because we only have one cock here, and you’re going to suck it,” Priyank’s eyes narrowed as he caught her glancing around nervously.

He could sense her desperate desire to flee, but there was no escaping now. She had ventured into his domain once again, and he wasn’t about to let her slip away a second time.

The sight of her kneeling before him, her face a mix of pain and shock, only fueled his determination. He couldn’t bear to let her go until she succumbed to his desires, until those lips wrapped around him as he desired.

“What do you mean, Priyank? How can you fit a cock in your pants? And why doesn’t it smell or seem disgusting?” Priya’s words spilled out with desperation, her voice tinged with disbelief and confusion.

As she gazed at the bulge in his pants, she may have been innocent, but she wasn’t naive. She understood the basic anatomy: boys had penises, and girls had vaginas.

The idea of Priyank concealing a dead cock inside his pants, especially one that had been rubbed against his own member, revolted her. It was the only thought racing through her mind, leaving her feeling nauseous and repulsed.

Why did she have to endure this? Why did she have to suck on a cock that had been so intimately pressed against him? The very idea made her skin crawl with disgust.

Priyank remained silent, his gaze fixed on her face, where he could clearly see the disgust etched into her features. She looked as though she believed he wanted her to suck on a cock hidden inside his pants.

How would she react when she realised it was his own penis they were talking about? The very thought sent a shiver down his spine. In a good way .

She might even bleed from her lips. He was well-endowed, and her already bruised and busted lips would surely suffer further. But the thought didn’t deter him; instead, it ignited a perverse excitement within him.

The image of her with blood-smeared lips, her saliva dripping down as she sucked him, filled his mind with lewd fantasies. It was a twisted kind of desire, one that both thrilled and disturbed him.

The mere thought sent a surge of arousal coursing through him, his member swelling even more uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn’t deny the twisted allure of the scenario playing out in his mind, even as he struggled to reconcile it with his own morality.

“You’ve lost your mind! It’s disgusting! How could you expect me to suck something out from your pants? What is wrong with you? Are you even listening to yourself?” Priya exclaimed, her voice laced with indignation and disgust.

Without a second thought, she attempted to stand up, but Priyank forcefully pressed his lower body against her lips, pinning her down.

The fabric of his pants scraped against her already bruised and busted lip, eliciting a sharp wince of pain from her.

Priya’s hands instinctively sought purchase on Priyank’s thighs for support, her knees stinging from the scrape against the floor. Pain shot through her head as she struggled to catch her breath, his imposing figure pressing her into a suffocating corner.

Desperation clawed at her as she dug her nails into his pants, silently pleading for him to give her some space so she could breathe. But his huge, broad frame loomed over her, offering no respite from the overwhelming pressure.

“Don’t dig your nails into my thighs, sweetheart, or I won’t hesitate to push your head into the wall,” Priyank warned, his voice tinged with menace.

Although he didn’t feel physical pain from her nails, he could sense the pressure and strength of her grip, causing him to bleed beneath the fabric of his pants.

“Get… away…” Priya pleaded, her voice trembling as she attempted to reason with him.

The lack of space and overwhelming pressure made it nearly impossible to breathe. She wasn’t typically claustrophobic, but if he continued to smother her like this, she feared it wouldn’t be long before panic set in, especially with her asthma complicating matters further.

“So do the work. I’m not the one who agreed and is now throwing tantrums,” Priyank insisted, his tone edged with impatience.

“I’m not throwing tantrums! But who sucks cock through pants?” Priya retorted, her voice tinged with incredulity and frustration.

“Everyone does it, Angel. Every woman does it at least once in their life.”Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.