Ruthless Mafia Innocent Love

Hahahah!

Priyank laughed as she resembled a rabbit caught red-handed, with her tiny body claiming she plays support and daring to speak against him.

He had to give her a reward.

Or not?

She could crack a dent in his head, and then he would again contemplate rewarding her for her courage.

That’s the effect she has on him.

“I don’t feel offended. If you want to think I’m dumb, then let it be. Who cares what you think,” Priyank’s lips turned lopsided as he looked at Priya, his eyes scanning her up and down.

Indicating what’s wrong in calling someone dumb.

In his eyes, there is none.

Or is there?

Priya is his, so he can say anything to her. Who cares? At least he won’t start caring overnight.

He already cares much more than necessary.

“Then I don’t care either,” Priya retorted, trying hard not to squirm under his gaze.

The way his eyes slowly scanned every inch of her body.

Surely something not so comfortable at all.

For her at least, it’s not, and clearly, she can’t push the feeling away.

The way his eyes take her, it’s not so innocent, even if she looks at it from her innocent perspective.

The whole thing won’t look innocent, not when it’s Priyank who is in the talk.

“Why doesn’t it look like you don’t care? You do care a lot. It’s showing on your face. How come you are planning to play the game? Lies don’t suit you better,” Priyank pointed as he looked at her small breasts peeking out from the shirt she was wearing.

He had touched them before, but he had a hard time controlling the urge and didn’t do anything worse. Now, he couldn’t say if he was still in control.

Control slips away.

And he’s not any better at that.

“Where are you looking?” Priya crossed her arms as she saw him openly looking at her chest area.

As if she is naked.

She’s not going to lie. Even with clothes on, the intensity of his gaze is enough to make her feel naked.

As Priya confronted Priyank’s gaze, a tense silence hung in the air, thick with unspoken tension. She could feel the weight of his eyes on her, a palpable force that seemed to penetrate her very soul.

Attempting to regain her composure, Priya straightened her posture and met Priyank’s gaze head-on. “You think you can just leer at me like that and get away with it?” she challenged, her voice tinged with a mix of defiance and vulnerability.

Priyank’s expression softened slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features before he masked it with his trademark smirk. “Oh, I’m not planning on getting away with anything,” he replied cryptically, his eyes still locked on hers.

“Don’t look at me like that. Keep your eyes away from me,” Priya demanded, her tone firm.

“What look? I have eyes in my face. I can’t pull them out when we’re talking,” Priyank’s voice tinged with annoyance.

“But you can keep your eyes on my face. Why do you have to keep them on my…” Priya’s words trailed off, unsure of how to continue her stance.

The words she wanted to use felt too shameless to say aloud. She couldn’t bring herself to say “boobs,” nor could she find another suitable term. It just wasn’t a normal way to address the situation.

“On your what?” Priyank pressed, wanting her to complete her sentence. Seeing her blush only fueled his curiosity.

Or did it?

It didn’t feel like he could let it go. There was something endearing about her discomfort, the way she tried so hard not to say “boobs” and appeared so offended by the mere thought of it.

Priya’s cheeks flushed even deeper as Priyank’s persistence only intensified her embarrassment. She shifted uncomfortably, wishing she could disappear into thin air.

Realising she couldn’t evade the question any longer, Priya summoned all her courage and forced the words out, albeit in a hushed tone. “My chest,” she muttered, barely audible.

Priyank’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, his lips twitching with amusement. “Your chest?” he repeated, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Priya nodded, her cheeks burning with humiliation. “Yes, my chest,” she affirmed, feeling a mix of relief and mortification at having finally voiced her thoughts.

Priyank’s laughter rang out, filling the air with its infectious warmth. “Well, in that case, I can’t promise to keep my eyes off your… chest,” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

“You have to keep your eyes off,” Priya asserted dominantly.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Clearly, it wasn’t working at all. His gaze hardened, giving her an unsettling look.

‘What is the problem?’ the thought crossed her mind, but she knew there were so many things wrong with him that she couldn’t pinpoint just one.

“What if I don’t? Are you going to do something about it? I’d love to see,” Priyank’s voice laced with challenge.

Priya felt a surge of frustration bubbling inside her, but she refused to let Priyank see her flustered. She squared her shoulders and met his challenging gaze with unwavering determination.

“Maybe I will,” she shot back, her voice tinged with defiance. “Maybe I’ll make you regret ever daring to challenge me.”

Priyank’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker. “I’d like to see you try,” he taunted, his tone dripping with arrogance.

It seems fun, perhaps more than just wanting to provoke her sexually, he wants to witness her boldness, which has won his heart many times, and it’s not a bad thing at all.

The innocent Priya is delightful, but the bold Priya is spicy, and even though she’s trying to project defiance and strength, it’s not entirely convincing.

Maybe it could be, but he wants to see how she’ll make it happen.

“You weren’t taught in school not to look at girls like this?” Priya remarked.

“I was, but they didn’t tell me which girl, the one whose boobs or vagina I’ve already touched,” Priyank answered shamelessly.

He wanted to say “pussy,” but considering Priya’s sensibilities, he opted for “vagina” to make it easier for her.

“You can’t say that! Why are you so shameless? You just can’t speak to me like this, you shameless idiot!”