??BAD BOYS
DON’T HAVE
HEARTS??
《 Monsters aren’t born, they’re Made 》
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[# SEASON ONE
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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 Twenty-Two
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Meira laid awake in bed till a slither of watm yellow sunlight cut through her indigo curtains with star designs that glow in the dark. Her legs were crossed, toes twitching, arms crossed under her br**sts and face twisted in angry expression–she was more furious than pissed off Momma bear. Last nights event replayed nonstop in her mind, like a scratched CD or something. What Ryat did after they had arrived home made her want to go to his room and saw his head off with an hacksaw blade. What he did was not cool.
She genuinely h@tëd him now.
What he did last night left her skin still tingly, as if his handa were still roaming her body and massaging the censors out of her çlit. It felt so good she had wanted to cry–heck, she wanted more. But he just ended it suddenly and didn’t give an explanation. Meira turned on her side, grabbed her pillow, then screamed like a banshee into it.
No matter what she did to distract herself, nothing could take last night off of her mind. Her P@ntiës started dampening by just remembering it.
‘How come I never let Christopher do this to me but I let him do it?’ she thought, rubbing her feet together. Her core was aching for something–something that she couldn’t give it. ‘When Chris and I kissed I never felt this way. I’ve never been drunk before, but I’m intoxicated by his lips. Bad Boys are addicting,’ she subconsciously moved her fingers to her lips, running them over it. The sensual remnants of the kiss still lingered on her lips hours after leaving Sinner Zone Beach.
“Uggggh! Oh my God get out of my head!” she sat up and started hitting herself with the pillow. She thought about him so much it gave her an agonizing headache. She has school in a few hours and she’d be visiting Katniss in the hospital.
“Please, let me just focus on something!” she dropped back on the bed with crimson cheeks.
She trained her gaze on the ceiling and began counting the sprinkles on it order to distract herself but the ringing of her phone interrupted her. She looked over at the table where her glasses off, she reached over for both it and the phone. Meira slid them on and looked at her phone, it was an unknown number with a black profile picture. ‘Who could this? Katniss?’
“Good morning. Hello! Who is this?” Meira answered and asked.
“Good morning, princess,” a raspy, deep male voice said.
Meira bunched her brows then moved the phone, she put her forehead on the phone in order to really if this was the right person. “Who is this?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Dove, you know exactly who I am,” she heard sheets ruffling in the background. “How is your morning going? Miss me already? I sure as hell miss you, and those lips,” she just knew he licked his lips. “? ???.”
The anger she felt towards him dissipated as if it weren’t there to begin with. “I miss you too, ?????.”
“Meira,” he said in a warning voice.
“Sorry, sorry! That’s so awkward!” she sat up and hit hee forehead. “I’m so dumb.”
“Knowing that you know you’re a moron flatters me.”
“I h@të you, Ryat.”
“I h@të you too, Dove.”
“Ryat…”
“Are you asking about last night?” he sighed and continued. “Mei, look, I know you’re probably angry as Füçk, but listen to me. I would never do that to you unless you want it, and I would never do that to you outside where people can see us. Some things are better done behind closed doors.”
She had no idea how he read her mind, but he did. “Oh, that’s really sweet to hear. It’s okay, I’m not angry,” ahe felt her heart being warmed from the inside throughout.
“You can make yourself cvm, Dove. I’ll help you.”
“Really?”
“Only if you’re down. I’m not gonna force you into doing anything. Do you want to stop being h*rny because of me?”
Every unsuspecting throb of her çlit frustrated her as much as much as her wet underwear did. She closed her thighs tightly, biting her lip the nodded as if he could see her. “…Okay.”
“Are you sure about this?”
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, taking her glasses off.
“Lock the door.”
She stood and walked to the bedroom to check if it was locked, after confirming it was she drew her curtains so that no light would enter. “I did it.”
“Lay down in your bed, try to find a comfortable spot.”
She climbed onto the bed and laid in the midst of it. “I’ve done that too.”
“Tell me what are you wearing, Dove,” Ryat slipped his hand into his black sweat pants. He had been laying shirtless in bed since he came home, unable to rid her from his mind–she was deeply embedded within his consciousness.
“Silk shorts and a pink sports bra.”
“Dove, tell me everything.”
Meira flushed more, she raised the top of her shorts to check what the cologne was. It was pink–his favourite color. “I’m wearing a pink lace P@?tië?.”
“Hmm, I like that,” he removed his massive ÇOçk and stroked it. Veins were carved into his abdomen and ran all the way up the length, stopping below the pink mushroomed head. “Now, I’m gonna need you to follow my instructions, baby.”
“Okay.”
“Take your shorts off,” just imagining what she’d look like in pink lacy favourite made his length stiffen–it was already big without standing, now it was huge. “And shift your P@?tië? to the side.”
“Okay,” she pushed the shorts down then kicked it across the room. Her P@?tië? did have damp spot. She slid her hand between her parted legs and under her pants, the shifted it to the side. “I’m done.”
“Now I want you to use your imagination, close your eyes,” he also did the same. “Imagine me in your room right now completely naked and hard.”
She formed the image in her mind and bit her lip.
“Imagine me walking to your bed, the climbing onto it and forcing your legs part. I look at you like the most beautiful thing in the world, then look down at your pretty little p**sy hungrily,” when he pictured her sprawled out on a bed for him like a human buffet he groaned lowly. Hand slowly sliding up and down the hard length. “Now imagine me moving your P@?tië? and slowly sliding my tongue up between your lips until it brushes over the hood of your çlit.”
Even though he didn’t tell her to, she moved her hand to her nub and started rubbing it herself. Her toes curled, back arching as the pleasure sunk into her. “Oh… Ah, Ryat…” she bit her lips.
He pressed the head of his ÇOçk, precvm had beaded at the top. ‘Füçk.’
“I spread your legs wider as you Mõ@n and throw your head back into the pillow. You arch your back for me, and I smile. I bring my hand close and use it to slowly, ??????, rub your çlit. You Mõ@n my name, fisting my hair, trying to push me away, I hold you down and position my tongue at your sweet hole… Then push my tongue inside.”
Meira bit her lips, still rubbing herself. She was even wetter now. Repeatedly rubbing her nub did feel good, but it only made everything worse–she needed to be penetrated. She slid two fingers between her lips, pressing down on her entrance, then slowly pushed one finger inside.
“Sssh, ahh!” she winced and cried out to Ryat.
“I start th-ru_sting into you and you open wider for me, now gripping the sheets and turning your head from left to right,” he stoked himself faster. “You loudly call out my name, begging me stop as I t*ngue-Füçk you and rub your çlit in fast circles. You can’t handle the pressure, the pleasure, tears form in your eyes as you arch higher, begging me to stop, begging me for more, unable to think straight…”
Meira whimpers lowly on the call, f*ng*ring herself to his narration. She moved her finger in and own, opening and closing her thighs from the pleasure it made her feel. “Oh God… Oh, Ryat…”
“You try crawl away when I go deeper, I grip your thighs, fingernails digging into your skin, and force them to stay down. I continue to th-ru_st, then move away and tease your hole with my tongue. I s**k one finger off and slide into your warm p**sy, you cry out to God–I smirk. I flick my tongue on your swollen çlit, you go mad with pleasure, desperately trying to escape me but my grip is firm. I finger-Füçk your tight little hole until you start riding it yourself. I soon remove it and replace it with my tongue, the warmth from my mouth has you pulling your hair. You beg and cry to me, asking me to stop, but I don’t…”
Meira th-ru_sted into herself faster, imagine what he’s describing clearly. She was no longer on earth, she floated onto a difference planet. She arched her back as the pleasure builds up, she bites her lips and crosses her, she could feel it–she was so close. Her Mõ@ns grew louder, and she turned her head from side to side, beginning to cry.
“You can feel your 0rg@zm building up, but I pull away to kiss you and let you taste yourself. You kiss me back hungrily. I can’t hold back any longer. I place the head of my ÇOçk ay your entrance, you feel it and urge me to go on. I kiss you one more time and begin slowly sliding into your wet, creamy p**sy. You Mõ@n as I fill you up with my length. I take one of your n*ppl*s in my mouth, s**king on it as I slide back out to slam in again–your body jerks and you whimper. I start moving faster, gradually building the perfect pace and hitting your womb with every th-ru_st. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, you lose sense of self as the pleasure of being Füçked drugs you. I raise your legs and put the on my shoulders, I place my hands on the bed as I Füçk my way into your soul. You’re screaming my name, asking me to go faster, to go harder…”
He tilts his head back, gritting his teeth as his *rg*sm builds up.
“Ryat…” she was now crying, going fasted than ever. She dropped the phone on her chest and pop out one br**sts, she pinches the n*ppl* and shiver.
She was almost there. It was so close…
“You hold onto my back, clawing and scratching at it as I go harder, and harder. You get intoxicated by the pleasure and pain mixing together,” Ryat could his balls tightening, the 0rg@zm is just around the corner. Her Mõ@ns are setting him on fire. He groans over the phone and continues. “I kiss your lips, you cry hot tears and wrap your arms around me, I remind you how much I love you, then stab my ÇOçk into you one more time before you shove me off. A powerful 0rg@zm takes full control of you, and you roll over crying…” he gritted his teeth as he shot loads of come all over his pants. His whole body shivered.
Meira’s loud cry pierced the air as she too finally had her first *rg*sm. She starts shedding tears and rolls over until she’s at the edge of the bed, crying and gripping the sheets. It felt so good. It was overwhelming, shivers racked her body nonstop, her vision blurred and she felt dizzy. Liquids with a whitish color ran out of her and drenched her underwear, her çlit still throbbing. She was now coming down from her high, but couldn’t stop crying.
Ryat closed his eyes and looked at his phone with her name saved as ‘My Little Dove’ and smiled a bit tiredly, he kissed his phone then sighed. “Mei, baby, are you still there?” her heard her low sobs in the background and smiled wider.
He gave her some minutes to properly cool down.
Meira calmed down nearly half an hour later and turned back over to grab the phone. “Ryat?” she sniffed.
“Baby, how did it feel?”
She bit her lip and blushed. “It felt good, but it hurt.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah…” she became drowsy, the after effect of the *rg*sm taking effect. “I feel sleepy,” she yawns, eyes closing and opening tiredly.
“Don’t go to school today, rest. Go to sleep, Dove, I’ll be here when you need me,” he glanced at his ÇOçk, come was running down the sides. “Sleep, baby, sleep for Daddy.”
“Ryat,” she called one last time before her eyes finally shut her head turned the other way as she drifted off into the land of sleep.
He smiled and kissed the screen one more time.
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On the ground five rows of shiny black vehicles were parked, before all of them was a limousine with two bikes at the front and at the back. Men in black were brilliantly dressed in black suits, ties and equipped with two unique things; the first was a pistol in each hand, and the other was crisp ????? bandana tied around their heads. The men also wore glasses. They stood in the hot sun motionlessly for a while until a golden jet came into view. The aircraft swooped in and landed on the ‘H’ in the ground.
The men waited in anxious silence–but didn’t dare show an ounce of emotion.
A set of stairs came down, four men in the same attire stepped down them stand on the ground by the sides of the stairs with their right hands–that had pistols–crossed over ther chest on their hearts. A few minutes passed, and the person they’d been anticipating the arrival of appeared at the exit. Every man on sight bowed in her presence.
One man came from the jet to take her hand and walk her down the stairs. She wore a big black sun hat adorned with a single rose, a glamorous burgundy halter neck dress stopping just above her ankles that had a high slit, she also had on burnished black stiletto heels with the backs red and to complete her look she had a long black faux neck wrap on her arms, rare and authentic pearl earrings swinging with every moment, and lastly, blood red lipstick on her lips. Her wavy hair was a rich and deep black, it rested serenity on her shoulders. The woman raised her silk-velvet gloved hand–a gold ring shimmered from her right ring finger–and snapped. A suitcase was presented to her within seconds, the man who brought it opened it and in there was a phone.
She removed the phone and dialed a number. It rang for a second, then the caller picked up.
“Mistress of Misfortune: Lady Danger. Madam, I am graced to have been called by you. What do you need? I will give you anything you require.”
“Enough with the chit-chat, you know I do not like to talk,” her Italian accent was thick and dripping with sweet honey. It was a blessing hear her speak. “???? ?????? ??? ???? ??? ??? ????; to find him.”
“Your majesty, he’s currently at his home in an up-scaled neighbourhood! We have his exact location, pictures, and all the necessary informantion on him. Lady Danger, what would you like me to do now?”
“Keep an eye on the boy and keep me updated. I shall come for him when the time is right,” she raised her head to look at the men kneeling, she was a devastatingly stunning woman who had lustrous flint-gray eyes that held silver flecks in them. “And another thing, I want Wolfgang’s head mailed to his wife on her coming birthday in a red gift box with white ribbons. I h@të dogs,” she hung up the phone and placed it back into the suitcase.
“?????????? ?? ??????. ?? ????????? ????? ?́ ???????,” she started walking to the limo with elegant and well-paced strides. “Time to paint the streets red once again.”
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?? ??? ???????? ?????????… [An hour later]
Yulia quietly in a brown chair wearing a short black dress, waiting for her fiancé to come down so she can talk to him. She checked how she looked a thousand times, making sure she looked perfect.
“Oh, sweetie, you don’t need makeup to look beautiful,” Neon hopped over of the couches and sat down.
Yulia smiled at the compliment. It boosted her confidence, especially since it was coming from such a handsome man. “I know. But at times–”
“You need plastic surgery,” Neon grinned.
Her blood boiled in angry. “You! Get out of here! This is my husband’s house!”
“Bzzzzz, bzzzzz bzzzz. Bzzzz bzzz,” Neon replied, leaving her confused.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to speak your language. I’m not fluent in Mosquito, but I am in Spanish,” he shrugged.
She almost threw her mirror at him. ‘What a himbo he is!’ Yulia ignored him and kept waiting.
Suddenly, a loud crash was heard followed by a blood-freezing scream. The two of them looked at each then bolted upstairs to locate the source of the sound. Along the way Meira in her appropriate school attire joined them, along with Belinda and Venom. The five reached where they thought the sound came from, and horrifyingly, it was Syahla’s room. Meira’s blood ran cold. The group–with Meira leading–went and pushed the slightly opened door further open and the scene they met was something from a wicked horror movie.
Syahla was laying on the ground in a rapidly growing pool of scarlet blood with a knife deep in her stomach. St*b wounds marred several parts of her back, and terrifyingly, she was not moving.
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