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|Mafia boss×Mafia's son|

Warning: extremely mature content.
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Couple one:
Despite her trying to sound cool, he could hear her slight pants.

"What were you doing?" He asked, forgetting everything.

That's how it was for them. They could be in the middle of the most serious issue yet the slightest change in their breathing would make the other curious.

"If I say that I was, or more like, am fingering myself while thinking about you, would you come here and f*ck me?" She said while putting two fingers inside of herself.

A moan left her lips and his d*ck hardened on the other side. 

"F*ck, Andrew, ah," she was moaning on purpose, to get a reaction out of him.

She wanted to test him till he broke and later fulfilled her with his entire being.

She knew that she wasn't supposed to want him and so did he but the heart wants what the heart wants.

And forbidden fruits always taste better.

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All of a sudden, he moved a little away and by not feeling the same sensation as before, she opened her eyes with an annoyed look.

She was almost about to come.

"Why did you stop -" she was cut off by her own moan.

He did the most unthinkable thing. He slapped her pu*sy. She thought that it would hurt her but it had the exact opposite reaction.

It ended up sending an electric shock through her body but one that was filled with pleasure. She was looking at him with pleading eyes.

She didn't know what she wanted him to do but she wanted something from him and he understood even though she didn't vocalize her thoughts.

He made a silent promise to fulfill all of her fantasies and with that, he slapped her again. 

And she moaned in pleasure again. Who knew that something that counts as a punishment could bring one so much pleasure?
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Tangled by an interesting past, lust, and underworld matters. And most importantly heart.

Both of them refused to fall for the other again but for how long? In this twisted game called lust, would they end up falling for each other?

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Couple two:
"Stars are pretty," he said.

She gave him a sad smile.

"But people always say that you are going to lose the moon while counting the stars but the moon got scars and you can't stare at the sun for two minutes, you are bound to get blind by its light and how can you love someone you can't even look at?"

"So we shouldn't love anything at all?"

"If you are willing to take the risk then sure, you can."

"Maybe I am or maybe I don't have any choice of my own. If you were given a chance, what would have you been?"

"Dust probably," she said, not looking at him anymore.

"Dust why? Don't they fly away?"

"I wish to be like the dust so that I can fly away. Everything except the dust that flies is desired in one way or another, for example: A bird is caged in the name of love, just because someone wants to keep it. A flower that was torn away from its home and later toasted away in a place where the wind makes it blown, at least one person is going to like it enough to keep it with them till they don't like it anymore. Nobody can see dust, let alone desire it. Maybe being undesired isn't always the bad thing."

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"I trusted you but you broke my trust. You could have told me the truth."

"You never seemed interested enough in my truth."

"I wasn't? You never bothered asking me anything, you just assumed and ruined everything because that's all you can do. You don't deserve my trust."

"I know," she muttered under her breath, fully knowing that he was too good for her to ruin him.

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"Don't do this to yourself just because you hate me. Don't ruin your life, I am begging you."

"Because of you? Why would you think that you deserve any of my thoughts, my emotions? You don't even exist to me."

And she was again feeling unworthy, a word that was never going to leave her side.

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In the midst of misunderstanding, complications, and hate, will they find love?

To be the misunderstood villainess

Andrew's eyes widened. Veronica and him were both shocked and the name that first came into their mind was Andrew's father.

Veronica has seen his father and it won't be wrong if she says that Andrew looks exactly like his father. They were the same expect their eye colour.

While Andrew's eyes were pitched black, the one's that can easily suck up your soul, his father's ones were more like honey.

But the ironic thing is his raven eyes were filled with warmth while his father's warm eyes were filled with coldness.

Veronica would be lying is she says that she isn't afraid of him. He looks like someone who can kill a children and still sleep perfectly at night.

"What are you trying to say? Be more clear," Andrew said,his voice no longer soft.

The idea of his father loving another woman didn't seat well with him because the love story of his parents were well-known. He grew up hearing it.

Warmth in cold rain