Ruthless Mafia Innocent Love

The bell rang, alerting Priyank, who then calmed upon recalling it was definitely the cake for Priya.

“Let me take you downstairs, where you can enjoy your truffle cake and watch TV,” Priyank suggested firmly to Priya.

Priya simply nodded, allowing him to carry her, eager to indulge.

Having slept too long, she had no desire to remain idle when she couldn’t sleep anyway.

So, she acquiesced to his offer, lacking the energy to walk.

Priyank felt content seeing her agreement, sensing progress in their relationship compared to a week ago.

Perhaps the time apart had helped Priya understand certain things, or maybe it was his behaviour yesterday.

Regardless, he hoped she would continue to behave this way.

If she did, he could treat her like a princess without causing harm.

While she would face consequences for the week she wasn’t with him, her obedience might mitigate the punishment.

Priyank settled her on the sofa, then headed to the door to pay the delivery guy and retrieve the cake. Returning with a plate, he sat beside her and served her two slices as promised.

“Eat, sweetheart. I hope you like it. It’s from a famous shop known for making the best cakes,” he said.

Taking the plate, Priya indulged in a bite of the truffle cake, feeling her tongue nearly melt with its deliciousness.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She couldn’t deny his knack for ordering or making good food; although she’d had similar treats before, they never matched this quality.

There was a distinct difference when he handled things-they always seemed more luxurious and flavorful.

Priya savoured another bite, relishing the rich flavour of the cake. As she enjoyed her treat, she couldn’t help but appreciate Priyank’s thoughtfulness and effort in ensuring she had something delicious to enjoy.

“You seem to be enjoying it a bit too much,” Priyank chuckled, watching her devour bite after bite. She didn’t reply, but her expression spoke volumes-she was clearly enjoying it. He couldn’t deny the way she savoured food, making everything appear more delicious than it actually was.

His heart warmed at the sight of her relishing the meal, or anything he gave her for that matter. Well, except for the healthy stuff, which she detested. But anything else, she seemed to thoroughly enjoy.

“I loved it,” Priya replied, her mouth still full.

“Take it slow, you might choke,” he cautioned, gently rubbing her back as he noticed her struggle to speak with her mouth stuffed.

It was like she hadn’t eaten in ages; she had consumed her last meal like a snail, but now she devoured this one like a cheetah. The difference was striking.

It seemed sweets were something she truly adored more than any other food of her liking, evident in the way she indulged in them.

“I may have choked on your cock, but that doesn’t mean I’ll choke on this,” Priya shamelessly replied, oblivious to the explicit nature of her words.

While she had felt disgusted when performing oral sex or hearing him refer to his genitalia as a cock, she had now learned a new term and saw no harm in using it.

Her innocence was evident in the casual manner in which she made the statement.

She continued eating, seemingly unfazed by her unintentional bluntness, while Priyank stifled a laugh, both surprised and amused by her candidness.

“It’s okay, Priya,” Priyank smirked. “Just be mindful of your words next time.”

Priyank never expected to hear the word ‘cock’ from her, knowing she typically used the term ‘dick’ instead.

It was undeniably true, yet the shameless, or rather innocent, way she mentioned it left him unable to do anything but laugh.

Priya’s blunt nature was truly unique-while anyone could be explicit in a vulgar manner, she managed to do so innocently, making even dirty words seem harmless.

Half the time, it seemed she didn’t even realise the significance of what she was saying.

Her innocence in such matters was both endearing and amusing to Priyank. He couldn’t help but admire her ability to speak her mind without the burden of societal filters.

“What’s wrong with saying it? Didn’t you say adult men have cocks?” Priya asked innocently, having finished both slices of cake.

Her serious demeanour on such a topic was almost comical, making it difficult for anyone to take her seriously.

“I did, but you can’t just say that to every guy,” Priyank replied, his voice tinged with jealousy at the thought of her casually mentioning such things to other men.

He gently wiped the remaining cake from her lips and sucked his thumb, his eyes filled with jealousy as he looked at her.

He didn’t want her to speak so casually about such intimate matters with anyone other than him.

Priyank’s jealousy simmered beneath the surface as he watched Priya, wishing she would reserve such intimate discussions solely for him. Despite knowing her innocent intentions, he couldn’t shake the feeling of possessiveness that crept over him.

“I don’t go around sucking everyone’s cock, it’s disgusting,” Priya exclaimed, her tone tinged with frustration. “I don’t even understand why you’d bring it up. And talking about private parts like that-it’s shameless, I don’t do it.”

Her words carried a mix of exasperation and indignation, emphasising her discomfort with the topic. She couldn’t comprehend why Priyank would even entertain such discussions.

As she spoke, Priya’s brows furrowed, her lips forming a slight pout of disapproval. Despite her irritation, there was an underlying sense of defiance in her stance, a determination to assert her boundaries and values.

“Why are you bringing up my private parts then?” Priyank inquired, his curiosity tinged with a hint of insecurity.

He couldn’t shake the contradiction-she casually mentioned his private parts, yet claimed not to discuss such matters.

Though relieved that she kept such conversations exclusive to him, he couldn’t help but wonder about the depth of her comfort with him. He hoped she felt as at ease with him as he did with her, eager for reassurance of their intimacy.

He understood that Priya’s words were spoken innocently, yet he still longed to ensure her comfort.

“Because you’re the one who made me suck yours,” Priya retorted, her tone firm but tinged with a hint of defensiveness. “Nobody forces me to do anything like this, so that’s why I talked about it.”