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《 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 Thirty-Six | ℝ?????+
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“Little Dove,” Ryat called in a low baritone, his rumbling voice sending shivers to her çlit, “Come to Daddy.”
She removed her glasses and walked to him, when she neared him she wondered, ‘How are we going to do it out here? Don’t tell me we’re going to do it on the bike! That’s unholy and not good!’ yet the mere thought had her P@ntiës dampening.
He didn’t like how far she seemed even though she was in front of him. He grabbed the front of her skirt with his fingers then proceeded to pull her closer, while looking into her eyes he slid a hand up her delicate plump thigh. He stopped at the part nearest to her p**sy and squeezed it. Ryat bit his lip, his eyes dark with a hunger only quenchable by being buried deep inside her. He moved further up until he could feel the top of her shorts and began pulling it down.
“Are we really going to do this?” Meira asked, he stopped moving her shorts when it reached her knees. “Out here? In the open?”
“Take. It. Off.”
Three words. One demand. She obeyed.
“C’mere,” he beckoned her forward with his curled index. She obediently came closer until her legs touched the bike. “I won’t ever do something you don’t like or want to do, but I want to Füçk you. Right here, right now. There’s so many fantasies in my head, ones with you chained to a bed with your legs spread out, your p**sy showcased like a buffet. But there’s so little time. Meira, if you tell me no right now we don’t have to do this, I swear.
“I’d never force you or ask ‘why?’. I’ll simply obey, because I care about you more than anything in the world. I don’t know how I’ll be able to survive without you for however long that cunning Bîtch with anchor br**sts plans to keep me in Italy. You’ve…become an important part of my life, I h@të to admit,” he pulled her into an intimate embrace, face burying in her fluffy br**sts. “How will I survive without my Little Dove? Füçk this dumb Sh|t, I h@të my life.”
“Don’t say that!” Meira played with his hair. “Please don’t say you h@të your life Ryat! That’s not a nice thing to say!”
He blinked up at her. “I h@të myself, too.”
“Ryat!” she placed her hands on her hips. “Stop.”
“Meira, can I Füçk you? Please,” he slyly slipped a hand under her skirt and began stroking her p**sy in a straight line with his index. “You’re warm, and wet. Does this feel good, Meira?” he bit her n*ppl* through her white tank top and continued to stroke her, finger sliding directly over her çlit over and over again.
Meira’s legs felt like jelly, she got even wetter than before, it took everything in her not to Mõ@n. How can she say no to him? “O-okay,” her toes folded inwards inside her shoes. “Ryat…th-that… I feel tingly,” she s**ked in her lips to stop herself from Mõ@ning.
Ryat got off the bike, chuckling as he does so. “I guess you really do like it, Little Dove,” he kneeled before her with a smirk that meant he was up to no good–and indeed, he was not. He lifted her skirt to put over his head and l**ked her çlit from outside the lacy P@?tië? she wore. He heard her Mõ@n almost loudly and grip his shoulders, he held her thighs in a firm grip and made her spread wider. “Ever been s**ked before, Dove?”
“N-no! That’s not a good thing it’s wrong–” he l**ked her again, this time slowly. She felt the tastebuds on his t**gue slide over her çlit that the P@?tië? barely managed to keep in–it was a smaller size than she usually wore. “Oh… My God…mm…”
“You were saying something?” he shifted the P@?tië? to stick his t**gue between her wet lips, making his way to her core and teasing it.
“Ah! Oh my God, Ryat! Oh…” she blinked rapidly while rolling her eyes over, her mouth agape releasing endless Mõ@ns. She felt Ryat bite her P@?tië? and began pulling it down, eventually just ripping the frivolous item off letting it drop between her spread legs. “What the heck? Ryat!”
His hands reached and gripped her @ as he began to mercilessly eat her out. The way he was eating her she thought he was starving. Meira almost fell down, unable to talk or form a proper sentence–with each l**k and s**k her braincells seemed to pop. The shockwaves she was getting had her crying out to God with tears in her eyes.
“Oh God… Oh God… Oh… G-god…” she was going insane from the feeling. “Ryat… I feel… G-gonna…”
“cvm for me, Little Dove.”
In no time her liquids were coating his mouth, she came with a loud cry. If it wasn’t for him holding her she would’ve fell backward on the grass.
Ryat l**ked his lips, watching the white creamy substance graciously dripping down her dainty thighs. He l**ked all of that away, too. “Oh, baby, you taste so Füçking amazing.”
He stood up and grabbed her neck, other hand smacking and squeezing her @. He let her taste herself off his sinful t**gue. “On the bike, Meira, get on the bike. Now.”
Her eyes were dazed over with a sheet of lust, she hopped on immediately but felt a bit uncomfortable being pantiless. Ryat was behind her in seconds, he began repositioning her.
“Look at all this cake,” he flicked her skirt up to her waist and marvalled at the sight of her glorious backside. “d@mn, baby,” he smacked one of her cheeks and heard her Mõ@n. “You like it?” he smacked the other and she repeated it, this time pushing her @ back on his d_1ck. “Damnit, Meira, you’re getting my pants wet. You’re such a sl*t, but guess what,” he brought her down on his d_1ck by her hips then grabbed her throat and pulled her body up, his mouth next to her ear. “You’re me and Neon’s good little sl*t, and if he was here he’d have his d_1ck deep in your throat while I Füçk you from the back. You’re our baby.”
“Uh-huh…” Meira didn’t even know how to reply that, but again, the thought sent her body shuddering with want. “Neon… ????,” she could vaguely recall that time in their room.
That boy had a mouth blessed by God himself.
“Yes, your psychotic Papi. Such a pity he isn’t here to see this, he’d be drooling,” Ryat gently pushed her forward, her body almost laying on the bike. He undid his belt and brought his zipper down, he reached inside his boxer for his monstrous ÇOçk and slapped it on her @ cheeks. “I’m gonna Füçk you in his honor,” he kissed her back then moved her hair away so he could leave vivid red marks on her neck. His t**gue swatting at the marked spots he’d already s**ked.
“Ryat, R-ryat,” Meira closed her eyes and bit into her bottom lip as he grabbed her br**sts while s**king her neck. She felt him twirling her perky n!ppl*s between his fingers and Mõ@ned loudly. “Oh, gosh, Ryat! Wa-wait!”
“Shh,” he hushed her.
“W-will… Uh, mmh… W-we, s-seeee, ah! N-neon…” he was l**king her earlobe, “a-again…oh! Ah!” he slapped each of her @ cheeks then kneaded them out like flour. “That stings!”
“It’s supposed to. I don’t know if I’ll ever see Neon, but knowing that Füçker I’m guaranteed I will. He’ll be back,” Ryat took out a little packet from his back pocket. It contained lubricant, which he poured all over his length and stroked to coat it. “He’d never leave forever, neither would I. We’ll come back to you guys some day, wait for us.”
“Ryat–”
“Shh. Hush up, I’m gonna slide in,” he warned her this time before pushing his ÇOçk into her tight p**sy, it was a little difficult at first to get the head in but one more packet of lube and he did. “You’re still so Füçking tight, it can hardly fit.”
“Please don’t go hard,” she arched her back at the pleasurable feeling of being penetrated. “Oh, ssshhit, haa…oh God…!”
“I won’t, ????,” he reassured her and kept sliding in until half his length was in her hole. “Füçk,” he held her hip with one hand, the other going to comb through his messy black hair. “Füçking hell.”
“Ryat…” she shivered nonstop, as if cold.
“Baby, I’m trying so hard not to go hard on you, but it’s getting impossible,” he held her hips with both hands then brought her back to his chest. “Dove. I want you to ride me. I don’t trust myself.”
“R-ride?”
“Yes, I need you to bend over and push back onto my d_1ck, then off, then on again. Ride it, ????.”
Meira swallowed hard and did as he said with a little reluctance, she was quite inexperienced when it came on to intercourse. Luckily, Ryat helped position her properly and guided her with his deep and calming voice.
“Up and down, baby,” he instructed.
Meira held the bike handles and moved foward off Ryat’s d_1ck until only the tip was inside, then she went down with a long Mõ@n that sent sensuous chills down her spine. More liquids leaked from her p**sy onto his bike and rolled off the sides, it felt ?? ????, though it was no doubt painful. She subconsciously whined her hips on his lap, making him hum and slap her there.
“There you go, you’re a fast learner, baby,” Ryat held his d_1ck firmly in his hand so she could move up and down on it. The sheer amount of pleasure made him almost blow his load. “So Füçking good. Go a little faster.”
Meira looked back at him with dazed eyes and an open mouth. “Ngh…it feels…uh, so good,” she Mõ@ned louder as she began riding him faster, occasionally whining so she could earn a slap.
“I know, baby.”
“Oh Daddy,” she hung her head down, speed increasing. She had to cover her mouth with one hand, the Mõ@ns kept growing louder and louder. She couldn’t seem to stop. “Oh, sh!t, oh God…!”
“Faster, faster,” he loosely held her hips as she bounced on his ÇOçk. Her soft @ coming in contact with his thighs every moment. Ryat felt overwhelmed. He grabbed Meira and made her sit on his lap, he pushed two fingers in her mouth and l**ked her ear. “Keep Füçking riding this d_1ck.”
Meira eyes rolled back, she bounced on his lap slowly at first then increased the speed. She almost bit Ryat, his fingers stopped her from screaming to God. Ryat’s other hand also held her wrists captive. ‘? ?? ?? ???????.’
Before long, Ryat’s d**d slid out of her and he came with a long groan. Meira, too, soon reached her high and whimpered as she settled against Ryat. He kissed her cheek and whispered to her as she cooled down, he didn’t mind that his bike was stained.
“That’s it, shh, calm down,” Ryat reached down to rub her çlit in the hopes of milking what’s left her 0rg@zm, Meira begged him not to–but he still did.
She shuddered nonstop, Ryat kept rubbing slow, small circles on her çlit which resulted in her getting aroused all over again. “I told you to stop!”
“Sorry… I just can’t get enough of you,” he squeezed his ÇOçk head, a small string of seed fell from it on her @. “You’re so blessed.”
Meira pouted, but then smiled. “Can we go inside now?”
“Sure, we can have round two in your bathroom.”
“Ryat–” he shut her up with a soul-snatching kiss.
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Bandit stealthily prowled through the mansion, contemplating as he searched for someone. There were many things whizzing on high-speed through his mind. Ryat was leaving soon, he wanted to do something memorable before he did. He already had something in mind that he, Korpse and Venom had planned, but at the current moment he was looking for someone.
And it wasn’t Ryat.
“I h@të being pregnant. I cry because of everything, I’m literally crying because I’m crying what the Füçk?” he heard sobbing in the distance and stopped. “I k!lled a ÇOçkroach!”
“Why are you crying? Those demons deserve death and merciless torture for the rest of their pathetic lives,” someone else said.
“It had a family!” her crying grew exponentially louder.
“Goddamn it, Bella.”
Two woman bent the corner. One had her arms glued to the body of the other who had a tired and frustrated expression.
“Oh, look who’s here Bella,” the woman wriggled her brows. “It’s Bandit.”
“Huh?” she dried her tears and looked down the hall, he was standing there with a cold expression staring at them. “Banduloo?”
“Bella!”
“I meant to say Bandit! I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,” she started crying all over again.
“That’s it, I’m leaving,” the maid then left.
“What? Aleinaaa!” Belinda wanted to go after her but a tenacious grip on her arm stopped her from moving. She looked back at her arm and met a hand with its fingers tightly wrapped around it, she raised her head and saw Bandit there looking down at her. “What are you doing? Let me go!”
He gripped her by the chin and turned her face to look at the ground she was about to walk in. It had a ‘Do Not Walk’ sign there, the ground had been recently mopped and quite slippery. The maid had walked at the side where the water had tried but Bella was going to walk in the middle.
He just saved her and the baby’s life.
“Thank you,” her chest warmed and heart tingled at the realization.
“You need to be more careful,” he began guiding her down the hall he had came, this time his hand descended down her arm to interlock her fingers.
Bella noticed it but chose not to comment on it.
“I’m tired of walking, I wanna sit down, and my back hurts,” she squeezed his hand to make him stop walking. Bandit turned to her with a concerned–almost panicked–expression, Bella was taken aback by it. “Are you okay?”
He held her back, then bent to hold her thighs and hoisted her into the air. Their eyes met and Bandit sported that sëxily sinful smile he was graced with by Apollo himself. “What’s more important is you and that baby. Forget my health.”
Belinda stared up at him in awe as he carried her through a few halls then down the main stairs, he gently–almost as if she was an egg he was afraid of breaking–on the couch. He kneeled and removed her shoes, Bandit positioned her comfortably on the couch then inquired about what she would like to consume. “So, you want Nutella and chocolate chip cookies, a box of milk, grapes and pineapple slices, and you want Jello?”
“Yes! I mean, yeah, okay,” she giggled, but shyly.
Bandit was staring at her @$$ if she was the most beautiful diamond he’d just found on a beach, he had a stare that could make women bow to him.
“Alright,” he sat on the couch next to her then made her lay on her side. “Don’t move,” he instructed as he began massaging her hips.
The pregnant Bella gasped then Mõ@ned with satisfaction, almost falling asleep. Bandit chuckled. “You like that?” he rubbed circles on her lower back with his thumbs.
“Yes, don’t stop please,” even the baby felt soothed as it twirled in her stomach. “I love it. I feel like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.”
“I’m glad to have helped you,” Bandit directed all his attention into the massage, he noticed Bella drooling leaking from Bella’s mouth and smiled at that. She was adorable in his eyes. ‘So beautiful.’
When he finished he covered her with his jacket and left her sleeping there, he went to the kitchen and got her items but there was no milk. He quickly rode to the supermarket on his motorcycle and bought two boxes of milk and a bag of spicy Cheetos. When he returned she had woken up and was crying bitterly while hugging his jacket.
“Belinda–” she rushed into his arms before he could finish.
“I thought you got kidnapped!”
“Bella, what the Füçk? Calm down, I went to get you milk,” he combed his shoulder length brown hair back and chuckled. She looked up at him with a sad pout and teary eyes. “Why are you so cute?”
“Gimme!” she reached for the brown bag in his hand but he held it in the air. Belinda was quite short, her head stopped below his chest. “Stop it!”
“Say please and I might,” he lowered his upper eyelids and smiled softly at her.
Belinda folded her arms and stomped. “Pleeease.”
“Good girl, Sugar,” he handed it to her. She grabbed it and stomped her way to the couch. “You seriously have an attitude problem,” he said jokingly, hands sliding in his pockets as he sauntered towards her. “Those Cheetos aren’t for you, by the way, don’t eat them.”
“Screw you, and go to hell,” she sneered at him while pointing. Bella proceeded to eat the snacks and drink the milk.
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