To be the misunderstood villainess

She didn't even feel like moving a hair but she knew that he would left her all wet and panting for more if she doesn't obey him now.

And his touch matters the most to her now and neither did she wanted to argue with him about this.

The area they were in was too dark for anyone to see them, not that it matters to her if someone sees her naked.

She has left all of her shame somewhere else. This Veronica was slutty and too vulgar for her own good.

She got down and went to the backseat. She lied down on the seat, her eyes on the door, waiting for Andrew to join in.

Andrew decided not to make her wait any longer. He was craving her touch just as much.

At this point, he was in physical pain and only that was going to end after being inside of her.

His eyes were ranking over her entire body as if drinking her through his eyes. He liked what he saw and she knew that he liked what he saw.

His eyes darkened and became as heavy as the clouds.

"Open your legs for me, Veronica," he said and she did it without any hesitation.

She stretched her thighs as much as possible, making room for him. He could see how wet she was.

Her p*ssy was glittering with wetness and he liked the lips.

He finally did what she was waiting for him to do. He bends down and forwards his face towards her pussy.

She could feel his breath all over her and closed her eyes, ready to embrace the pleasure but instead, she felt his lips somewhere else.

It was on her thighs. He was showering her with kisses. As disappointed as she was before, it was wiped off right away.

It doesn't matter which part of her body is touched by him, he has this magical power to make it good.

She tried to stop herself by pressing her palms against her lips but the other person who's lips was on her thighs, didn't like it.

"Remove your palm from your lips and let me hear your sweet voice, my volcano," he said and she came undone there.

My volcano is something he has been calling her ever since they met. She was yet to find out the exact reason behind this. He never really bothered telling her the reason behind this nickname.

After hearing the same nickname from his lips after so many years, she felt like hugging him but at the same time, she knew that she can't do that.

She can't let her emotions take over. The last time she did, she was wreaked and the reason behind her doom is right before her, with his lips on her thighs.

The small rose tattoos all over her body made him fall more in love with her. Her presence might be a little intimating without clothes due to all of these tattoos but it only made him feel more proud.

He didn't knew when and how she got those tattoos but one thing he was sure about and that's they are related to her ex-husband.

The same guy who was found dead on their bed with a knife in the middle of his forehead.

Whoever saw him was forced to say that he had to go through extreme torture and that he could have had an less miserable death and they were all consoling Veronica, not knowing the bigger part of the story.

She was standing besides his body with a numb face and everyone thought that she was too shaken by the sudden death of her husband.

But who was going to tell them that she was shaken by too much happiness, happy that she was finally free from the hands of a monster and could finally lead a free life of her own.

Nobody bothered suspecting her as she was nothing but an innocent girl who was tied down by an arranged marriage.

They totally ignored that she was the daughter of a mafia and they didn't live in a normal world.

But whatever it was, she was glad. She was glad to be seen as a innocent girl.