Ruthless Mafia Innocent Love

Priyank smirked, he played with the right shoes, getting called shameless, and why not?

What is so wrong in becoming shameless?

If he can see her all flushed, beautiful, and on edge, then why not? Shameless is something he is ready to be called his whole life.

Because that whole life will contain her in it, and he won’t find it annoying.

Rather, he will find it enjoyable, and that enjoyment will work in every way, and he doesn’t mind having it.

Or should say he is eagerly waiting to have it.

He wants to touch her, have her, but this time with her consent, with a blowjob. She has to carry so many wounds.

He doesn’t want her to carry more wounds because when he is going to fuck her, he is not going to end it roughly.

It’s never-ending with her.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

At least not when she is the only person who is his.

He could have the whole world under him, but she is the only world he wants under him. Does that make a difference?

In his trance, it doesn’t, but in his life, it’s going to make a huge dent.

Because now he has a weakness and everyone can take advantage of it, which for sure can happen.

And he is a Mafia, a billionaire too, so nothing would be easy.

Despite the challenges ahead, Priyank couldn’t deny the allure of her presence, the way she filled his thoughts and fueled his desires. He knew that with her by his side, his life would never be the same. But along with the passion came vulnerability, a vulnerability he hadn’t felt before, one that could potentially be exploited in his world of power and wealth.

As a Mafia leader and billionaire, Priyank was accustomed to navigating treacherous waters, but this was different. This was matters of the heart, a territory he had seldom explored and one where the stakes were higher than ever. Yet, he was willing to risk it all for her, for the chance to have her as his own, to cherish and protect her against any threat that may come their way.

For Priyank, she was not just a love interest or a fleeting infatuation; she was his anchor, his guiding light in a world consumed by darkness and deceit. And as he prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, he knew one thing for certain: with her by his side, he was unstoppable.

“What are you smiling like a fool for?” Priya asked, noting the expression on his face.

With a smile plastered on his face, he seemed as if he had just been praised. Or perhaps insults rolled off him just as easily as compliments.

His face maintained that same insane grin, suggesting he could handle either scenario.

Returning from his train of thought, Priyank retorted, “I can smile however I want, because it’s my smile, my lips, and everything we’re discussing.”

Though her face appeared visibly annoyed, her focused gaze on him was a positive sign.

He grew increasingly irritated at being labelled a fool or dumb repeatedly, especially by someone who lacked intelligence to begin with.

If it were anyone else, they would have been dealt with swiftly the first time it happened.

Priya, however, always seemed to be an exception in his life, which posed a dangerous challenge to his own rules.

The frustration of being constantly undermined by Priya’s exceptions, Priyank couldn’t deny the magnetic pull she had on him. There was something about her defiance, her ability to challenge him, that both infuriated and intrigued him.

As he watched her, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was about her that made him want to break his own rules. Was it her fiery spirit, her unwavering confidence, or simply the way she looked at him with those piercing eyes? Or her innocence?

Whatever it was, Priyank knew one thing for certain: Priya had a power over him that he couldn’t quite comprehend. And as much as he tried to resist, he found himself drawn to her, like a moth to a flame, unable to escape the intoxicating allure of her presence.

“You’re wasting time. What show do you want me to watch? It’s already so late,” Priya pointed out, feeling as though her efforts to talk some sense into him were futile.

He didn’t even seem present, as if he was lost in his own world, far removed from the conversation.

He appeared far happier, lost in his own thoughts, which she couldn’t seem to penetrate.

“I don’t watch television much myself, so I’m not sure what I can offer, but perhaps you’d like to watch porn with me,” Priyank suggested casually.

“Porn?” Priya repeated the word loudly, as if it were something sinful.

Priyank suppressed a laugh at her reaction. He didn’t watch porn himself; he saw it as a sign of weakness and prided himself on his self-control, at least when it came to his sexual desires. With Priya, however, all of that control seemed to vanish.

Teasing her with the suggestion seemed to bring him enjoyment, despite knowing he didn’t indulge in such activities himself.

And who in the Mafia has time to watch TV? Priyank is busy with killings and dealing with guns; what fun would he find in those fake-ass movies or shows when his life is already like a criminal show?

It’s not like he’s killing people left and right, but anyone who crosses his business or him meets a grim fate.

Previously, he only had his mom as a weakness, and he made sure to keep her safe. Now, with Priya in the picture, a university-going student, it wouldn’t be as easy to protect her.

“You think I’m dumb enough to not know what porn is?” Priya challenged.

Priyank wanted to tell her that yes, he did think she was dumb enough, given her limited knowledge about certain things. It was hard to believe she had watched porn.

Or if she did, then it’s going to be fun exploring.

“Tell me, what is porn? I lack knowledge in that area, maybe you can enlighten me. I’m open to learning new things, how about we start with some practical lessons too?” Priya suggested with a mischievous grin.