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Priya shot him a sidelong glance, incredulous, as he suggested she could leave.

With his chin still resting on her shoulder and his breath sending shivers down her spine.

Priyank uttered his demand, seemingly unconcerned. “I’m willing to let you go, Angel, but only if you’re on your knees, lips in the right place, sucking me, giving me what I want. Maybe then I won’t change my mind.”

His gaze pierced her, as if he could devour her whole, and she knew he could do it without hesitation.

He was confident in his abilities, determined to indulge in the pleasure he desired.

If Priya still harboured this desire to leave him, how could he refuse? How could he deny his Angel? He couldn’t. So he would do what was necessary.

Priya stared at him, struggling to comprehend his words about sucking and placing her lips in the right spot. The explicit instructions overwhelmed her.

Priyank smiled, not a genuine one, but rather lopsided and slightly unhinged, making him seem even more unpredictable.

“What do you mean, ‘suck’?” Priya’s voice trembled weakly, her body ablaze with sensation. The intensity threatened to overwhelm her, leaving her on the brink of fainting.

‘No, I can’t faint,’ she reminded herself, knowing she was alone with Priyank in the bathroom, with no one to come to her rescue. Fainting was not an option, not now, not ever.

She had already made the mistake of defying Mary’s warnings, by coming to this café, and now she found herself once again at his mercy, a situation far from comforting.

“Suck my cock, sweetheart,” Priyank whispered, biting down on Priya’s earlobe. She recoiled at the sensation of his teeth against her skin.

“Cock? Do you have a rooster? Why would I need to suck it? And if you do have one, where is it?” Priya asked innocently.

Unable to comprehend what he meant by “cock,” Priya, a vegetarian, found the concept of sucking or eating a rooster absurd.

Priyank was at a loss for words as Priya’s innocent question turned something seductive into the most mundane thing imaginable.

“Sweetheart, I’m referring to my cock, that’s not alive, you know,” Priyank teased, hoping to elicit a reaction from her.

“So you want me to suck a dead rooster?” Priya questioned, feeling nauseated by the crude imagery.

His suggestive language made her feel repulsed, especially since he was pressing her against the wall, now expecting her to engage in such a repulsive act. She didn’t consume anything of the sort, finding it both disgusting and absurd.

“Hahaha,” Priyank chuckled, finding amusement in her words.

He couldn’t help but marvel at how clueless she seemed about his intentions, mistaking his ‘cock as a rooster’ and showing disgust at the idea.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“What’s so funny? I asked because I’m a vegetarian, and I don’t consume anything that’s an animal, whether dead or alive,” Priya explained, her tone firm.

“You don’t have to worry, sweetheart. Once you wrap your sweet little mouth around it, it’ll come alive, and I can assure you it’s not an animal. But it’s not exactly human-sized either,” Priyank retorted, a hint of pride in his voice.

Priyank had always been proud of his eight-inch dick, not that he used it on just anyone, but he had measured it.

He was more girth than long, and her delicate mouth didn’t seem like it could handle much more than the tip. But he was eager to see her try, and once she did, he planned to push her limits.

“So you’re saying if I put a chicken in my mouth, it’ll come back to life?” Priya asked incredulously, her confusion evident.

“Well, it can certainly become hard, to be precise,” Priyank replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“How can it become hard? Are you  talking about putting bones in my mouth?” Priya retorted, her tone a mixture of disbelief and disgust.

“It has a bone, but it’s not overly bony, sweetheart,” Priyank clarified, his smirk widening as he teased her further.

“You’re utterly confusing me. Why would I have to put a chicken, or a cock as you call it, in my mouth for it to get hard, and then miraculously come alive? It makes no sense whatsoever,” Priya exclaimed, her frustration evident.

“Angel, you need to try it yourself to see if I’m making sense or not. Without experiencing it firsthand, it’s difficult to judge. But I assure you, it’s not as difficult as you think. Give it a try, and maybe then you can leave too,” Priyank urged, his tone coaxing yet insistent.

Priyank was curious to see just how far Priya’s naivety could stretch. After all, she had allowed him to kiss her a second time when he claimed he could suck away germs.

Priya seemed to have two sides to her-one dumb and the other fiercy one, though rare, showed glimpses of a feistier nature.

However, Priyank wasn’t interested in seeing her fiery side at the moment. All he cared about was how she would respond to his command for her to suck him.

“So if I suck your cock, then you’ll let me leave?” Priya asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“I said maybe. I’m not making any promises. It all depends on how you do it, Angel,” Priyank replied, his tone suggestive.

Priya was torn. She wanted to leave, but the thought of sucking on what she perceived as a dead animal disgusted her. It wasn’t that she hated people who consumed animals; it simply wasn’t for her. And now he was asking her to do it.

It felt like he harboured a deep disdain for animals. First, he had killed her pet, and now he wanted her to perform this act. It was all too much for her to bear.

“What are you thinking, sweetheart? Time is running out, and I don’t think you can afford to hesitate any longer. I’ve already given you plenty of choices and time, and I sense that deep down, you don’t want to leave me.”

“No, I don’t,” Priya confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What? You don’t?” Priyank’s voice carried a mix of surprise and hope.

“I don’t want to…” Priya trailed off, her voice wavering as she wrestled with her conflicting emotions and the weight of her decision.


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