??BAD BOYS
DON’T HAVE
HEARTS??
《 Monsters aren’t born, they’re Made 》
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[# SEASON TWO
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By, ✿ฺ Author Indigo Raine ✿ฺ
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©Copyright 2023 [?? ℕ?? ℂ?ℙ? ?ℝ ℝ?ℙ???]
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Genre(s): Dark Romance, Forbidden, Mafia.
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Theme: Sometimes water is better than blood.
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[# Chapter Forty-One | ℝ?????+
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Despite knowing her mother and friends would be worried sick, she remained at the bungalow with Neon. Besides, she was safe as long as she was with him. “Papi, what are you doing? Can I get down now?” she had showered and is now sitting on the dresser wearing one of his formal shirts with nothing underneath. He was beside her searching through a drawer, when he seemingly found what he was looking for he smiled.
He went between her legs with a small fuschia box, undid the white bow at the top then opened it. There was a pink pearl anklet inside with butterflies hanging between them. She gasped at the beauty of the present, eyes twinkling with excitement. She heard Neon chuckle, she put a hand between her legs as he kneeled between them.
“Papi? What are you doing?” she giggled as Neon held her right leg and kissed from her knee to her ankle. The soft presses of his lips against her skin made her inside tingle. “Stop. It tickles!”
“That’s a good thing,” he smiled and kissed the top of her foot. Neon placed her foot on his thigh and smoothly put the anklet above her ankle. “Do you like it, sweetheart?”
Meira straightened her foot and examined it while Ç0çƙing her head. “I love it! You really like butterflies, don’t you Neon?”
He chuckled pleasantly, an amused smile playing on his lips as he stood up. “Can’t you tell? Enough about that. C’mere, I wanna taste those lips.”
She spread her legs and placed her hands on the edge of the dresser. Neon grabbed her throat and pushed her back, his other hand lifting one of her legs on his hip. He swooped in and claimed her lips with an insatiable hunger–one he has been suppressing for all these years. He pressed his crotch against Meira’s clean and fresh p**sy. It was ready to be devoured by him, but he wanted to take things slow. However, if she continues her antics he might just give her exactly what she wants. Meira Mõ@ɲed into his mouth and grinds her p**sy on him to stimulate herself. He fisted her hair and yanked it back with a roughness she wasn’t expecting. Neon bit into her exposed neck making her yelp and attempt to close her legs.
“You have a thing for psychopaths, don’t you?” he growled into her ear, tongue running over the lobe and beneath it at a spot that made her shiver and melt for him. “Does being f-__-ked by murderers turn you on? Ryat has corrupted you a lot, I am quite impressed.”
“Papi,” she called weakly against him. Something warm running out of her p**sy as her ćƖĩť throbbed with want, soiling his white pants. Her ćƖĩť pulsed against his stiff Ç0çƙ, the cool air of the room pebbling her n!ppl*s. “I want you inside me. Can we do it? Pleeease.”
“You want it that badly?” he chuckled against her flesh, his warm minty breath sending goosebumps across her skin. “You’re such a bad girl.”
“But Papi, I want you!”
“No, not yet,” he kissed her again and pulled away, walking backward. “Go to bed. I’ll be in the bathroom. If you come in there, Meira, what goes down is not my fault. I’ve warned you.”
He winked and walked backwards into the ensuite, Meira sat there on the dresser. Undulating from how aroused she was by the simple actions, it wasn’t like Ryat who’d f-__-k her without even asking. She had to beg for it–she liked that. It was degrading, but God, she loved doing it for him. With a warm and wet p**sy, Meira closed her thighs to provide some comfort but it only made things worse.
She heard the shower turn on and opened her legs again. Hand sliding between her thighs to massage her ćƖĩť. Her p**sy was drenched. Her fingers freely slid down her wet slit. She Mõ@ɲed at the feeling, eyes rolling back, her body arching–but it just wasn’t enough. She wanted to cry from how h0rny, irate and frustrated she was. At last, she hopped off the dresser and walked into the bathroom. Neon was naked under the showerhead, his colorful tattoos vibrant against his tanned skin. He was naked, back turned to her, hand in his hair washing it with a shampoo that smelled like Strawberry and Coconut.
“Neon… Papi,” she called, rubbing her legs together.
He paused and looked at her slightly, but didn’t respond.
Meira grew angry and walked inside whether he cared or not. The water soaked her shirt and hugged her curvaceous figure, her perky n!ppl£s pointing outward. She hugged him from behind, their height different large. She used her hands to run over his abs and chest, then slyly sled them down his V and to his monster Ç0çƙ. Neon groaned and placed a hand on the wall as she stroked his length slowly, back and forth, the water acting as a lube.
“You don’t like it when I’m a nice guy, do you?” he said in a husky voice, with each stroke his length hardens more. Waves of pleasure zaps through his body and he begins losing control.
“Just this one time, please. Just one time,” his shaft was big in her small hand. The veins sturdy and pulsing, the bulbed head blushing pink. It was slightly curved upward. “Just one time…”
Neon closed his eyes and reopened them, he effortlessly ripped her arms off and spun around to face her. She was surprised by the abruptness. He grabbed her hair from behind and dragged her head down while walking her to the wall, her back soon touching it. Neon spoke against her lips, “I’ll give you exactly what the f-__-k you want. You’ve been a bad little girl, and I’ll show you what happens to bad girls.”
He turned her around with one hand and placed her hands on the glass, Meira felt him kick her legs open and bend her over. She was being manhandled and she strangely liked it. His free hand slid between her legs and palmed her p**sy, two fingers sliding between her lips. He bit her shoulder as he squeezed one of her br**sts and pinched her n!ppl£, his fingers did their job by rubbing her ćƖĩť in a perfect rhythm and going in and out of her. She doesn’t know how he does it, but he does it–and she liked it.
“f-__-k you, I’m not preparing you for $h|t. You’re gonna take this Ďïčk raw,” he growled in her ear as she Mõ@ɲed, knees buckling from the constant shockwaves of pleasure running through her and a painfully throbbing ćƖĩť.
“Ah!… Oh God–Oh, my… P-papi,” he messaged her a** then slapped it mercilessly, a hand print instantly forming. “Aah! Th-that… Aah!” he did it again, she tried touching it but he bent both her hands behind her back and held them there.
It was at this moment, that she knew, she f-__-ked up.
He wasn’t going to show her mercy.
With his mouth on her neck leaving reddish purple marks everywhere, he placed his Ç0çƙ at her warm entrance and pushed in without warning. Meira released a long Mõ@ɲ as he filled her up, it was slightly painful but the pleasure overwhelmed it. Finally, she knew how Neon felt.
And heaven, was it good.
He kept rubbing on her ćƖĩť as he slowly moved in and out, building up a perfect pace. Meira thought he’d go faster and keep that pace–but he instead repositioned and angled himself so he would hit deep inside her with every th-ru_st. Meira’s Mõ@ɲs gradually grew louder at the horrific realization, he placed one hand on her hip and held her wrists tightly. Then he began to f-__-k her harder than she had ever been f-__-ked before.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! N-neon–Ah!” all she could do was scream and Mõ@ɲ loudly, whoever was outside could hear her. “Please–Ah! Ne–Ah! Mercy–Ah!”
He didn’t say a word, he continued to f-__-k her brains out from behind. Occasionally slapping her a** cheeks. The sound they made was loud and sloppy, Neon positioned the showerhead directly over them. Meira was screaming and saying all sorts of gibberish, but he did warn her. As the saying goes, who can’t hear must feel.
Tears ran from her eyes, her mouth hurt from the screaming. Each th-ru_st was fast, deep, and painfully hard. A tsunami of pleasure shot through her with each pull back and ram inside.
“Neon! Aaah! Please, please, please!” she tried freeing herself but he was unbelievably strong. He kept railing her from behind without a care in the world, her p**sy felt as though it was on literal fire that couldn’t be put out by anything. “Ah! Oh my God, Neo–Ah! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” he used his free hand to wrap her hair around his hand and yank her head back. That’s exactly how he dealt with her until a powerful 0rg@zm came, she fought against him for her freedom.
“You like that? Huh? You like being f-__-ked like a dirty, no-good wh-_-re? If that’s what you want that’s what you’ll f-__-king get,” he kissed her on her cheek and finally released her. She fell down almost limply, panting heavily and eyelids closing tiredly. “What are you doing?”
“Ti…tired…” she could hardly speak, opening her legs to let the cool water run on her p**sy. It was on fire, burning badly.
He laughed above her and grabbed his still standing Ç0çƙ. “We’re not done until I come. Let’s take this to the bed.”
“Wa-wait… We-we can talk about th-this l-like civilised people–Ah!” he picked her up and brought her to the bed despite her pleas. “Wait!”
“Is this how Ryat f-__-ks you? d@mn, I’m so proud of that guy,” he dropped her on the bed and placed her on her back, he grabbed a bottle of lube off the table and poured all over her. The liquid just intensified the burning and she winced while flashing her fingers. “Move your hands, Meira.”
“Wait wait! Just wait!”
“No. I told you to wait, that I wasn’t ready to f-__-k, but no. You were impatient. You made your bed now lie in it. Remove your hands. This p**sy isn’t yours, it belongs to Ryat and I,” he pinched her thigh and she bit her lips, reluctantly moving her hands. “Don’t worry, I’ll eat you out as a part of the aftercare.”
“Neon wait, just a minute, a second. I’m begging!”
“You were begging me to f-__-k you and now you’re backing out? No. f-__-k you.”
“But Papi–”
“Meira,” his voice suddenly became low and soft. He looked at her with tenderness. “You know I love you, right?”
Meira nodded and smiled. “Yes, Papi.”
“Good,” he leaned over her, eyes darkening with feral desire. “Because I’m going to f-__-k you like I don’t.”
His words registered in her brain and she tried escaping but Neon hancuffed her wrists together. Then he blindfolded her with a white tie he owns. “I’m sorry, baby, but I’m gonna make you cry.”
“Neon! Wait–Ah!” he rammed into her waiting p**sy before she could finish. Her body jerked backward and her back arched. ćƖĩť throbbing from how good his Ç0çƙ felt. “f-__-k! f-__-k! f-__-k! Ah!”
He placed her legs on his shoulders then bent them forward, near her chest. His hands going to rest on the bed to support his weight. Neon positioned himself properly then kissed her on the lips, then he started f-__-king the literal hell out of her without an ounce of mercy–her screams echoed through the walls and reached the hitmen downstairs playing poker.
Whether someone was being m*rdered or being f-__-ked they didn’t care or bat an eyelash.
Meanwhile, Meira tore the sheets above her head as Neon made her see stars in the galaxy. Several times she drifted in and out of consciousness, or perhaps she was awake this whole time–she couldn’t differentiate. Neon was breathing heavily next to her ear as he wrecked her insides with his skilful Ç0çƙ that knew a v@gina inside out. Meira felt it poking her stomach and could’ve sworn she saw a lump every time he th-ru_sted inside.
“I’ll treat you like a princess, fine, but I’ll f-__-k you like a masochistic wh-_-re with a degradation kink,” he said.
Meira screamed and Mõ@ɲed, head turning from side to side as her insides got damaged rearranged over and over again. Words no longer formed in her mind. The worst is, Neon still hasn’t come yet–but she did, this time making it three times. Just when she was about to fall asleep he turned her on her stomach and slapped her a** cheeks to wake her up. Sleep weighed heavy on her lids, but she couldn’t even think about doing so–at least not while Neon is awake.
Does he never get tired?
He placed one hand on her lower back and pushed it down, the other wrapped around her throat. He kissed her ear then pulled out his whole Ç0çƙ, leaving his tip inside, then slammed back in, Meira yelled out and dragged her nails down the sheets. Ripping them in the process.
“Neon! Neon! Ah!” she clutched them as he f-__-ked her from the back, tears soaking the blindfold “No more! No more! I’ll be good, I promise! I-I’ll behave! Oh God! My p**sy, Ah!” she cried more.
“This is called tough love,” he slapped her on the a**. “You’re gonna shut up and take this Ďïčk like a good little girl. Got it?”
“Please! Oh! Please! Ha-have s-some…mercy!” she was praying to God Neon fainted at this point.
Luckily, her sweet-sounding Mõ@ɲs and warm p**sy made Neon’s balls tighten. A sign of an 0rg@zm, to deepen his punishment he went even harder and pushed Meira’s face into the bed while holding her back down. Minutes of her deafening screams and he finally came, quickly pulling out to blow his load all over her big a**. He threw his head back, hardly tired. Meira on the other hand, her body fell into the bed and she passed out–Com leaking from her p**sy down her legs, some ruining his sheets.
Neon sighed, running a hand through his hair dampened by sweat, and kissed the tip of her ear.
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Two hours later and Meira opened her eyes only to meet the world spinning wildly. She yawned and raised her hand, it too began to spin and detached from her arm. Strange, she didn’t feel any pain. Meira tried touching the spinning objects, just then a pain shot through her arm. She came back to her senses and realized she was in an unfamiliar room.
“Where…where am I?” due to a hoarse throat, she could hardly speak.
“Baby! Are you okay? I was worried sick,” Neon came into view wearing gray sweatpants and jacket with nothing underneath. “I made you soup, brought you pads, snacks and chocolate, prepared a bath and went out to get medicine. Are you okay? Please talk to me.”
She felt his big warm hands on her face, stroking it. The memories of what transpired flooded her like crazy, she cringed and hid under the sheet.
“Snow, please say something! Tell me if you’re okay I’m worried about you,” Neon shook her body to get her attention.
“Urrrgh! What?” she threw the cover off and shot him a death glare.
Neon looked at her, deeply concerned. He looked like a panick-stricken mouse hiding in the corner of a room. “Please tell me if you’re okay. I’m sorry if I went too hard. This is why I didn’t want to do with you yet, I have trouble controlling myself. Please forgive me, I’ll do anything,” he kissed her fingers. “Please don’t me bad, Snow. I’m sorry.”
Meira’s brain forgot how to work briefly.
He went from cold and ruthless Kingpin, to a beast in s*x, to an adorable kid begging for her forgiveness. He had so many sides and layers to him; it’s almost admirable.
“My v@gina hurts,” she said slowly.
“I can make it better,” he sat on the bed and turned her onto her back, Meira winced with every movement. “You’re really hurt. I’m so sorry about this. Please don’t h@ťě me,” Neon’s heart bled for Meira. He knew he messed up and now she might not talk to him ever again.
Meira studied Neon’s expression and was surprised by how concerned he was. He looked scared, as if her state was critical. “Papi, calm down! I’m okay. I…I really enjoyed it,” she held his cheek and turned him to look at her. Instead of her stomach, butterflies formed in her burning p**sy and fluttered. Making her h0rny again even though she was tired. “Stop worrying so much.”
“But you can’t even walk–”
“Neon.”
“…fine,” he pressed his lips to her hairline and sighed as his hand rested on her stomach. “I love you, Meira. You’re everything to me. I’m sorry.”
She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. “I love you too, Neon. I love you, and Ryat, very much. My love for the both of you runs deeper than the Ocean. I can’t wait till all of us are able to live together and start a family. I love you boys, a lot.”
Neon felt a bit at ease, the two cuddled for a while, but he did mean it when he said he would be eating her out.
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