The Daughter Of The Mafia Boss
Chapter 7

-I will show everyone how vulnerable I can be.

-Violet, I forbid you to do anything foolish," her father said, taking a step.

-You don't intimidate me father, you know very well that won't work with me.

-You don't know what I can be capable of." The eyes of the mafioso shone as he pronounced those words.

-On the contrary, I know very well what you are capable of, father. The young woman also challenges him with a look identical to her father's. You will see that I am not a child.

-Violet! Violet! I'm talking to you with a demon.

-I'm familiar with that character, my dear friend." The blond smiles when he sees the predicament in which his companion found himself.

-Shut up, Daniels!

-Of all your children, she is the most like you. I don't think you can control her that easily. At least not like the others.

-Double the surveillance for her, I don't think these walls will hold her for long. I know she'll do whatever she wants.

Demian stares down the stairway, Violet was the only one of his daughters that was very difficult for him to control. The girl had inherited a terrible temper, she was stubborn, stubborn but above all spoiled and what distressed him the most was that she was not afraid of anything. She had to replace out who was behind the attack.

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Irritated to death, the young Morgan entered her bedroom and went straight to a huge portrait of her family. She puts it aside, revealing a small safe from which she takes out two guns and two very sharp knives.

-Let's see who the little girl is." With determination she slams the door of the box shut.

No one would take her by surprise again. If those guys try to attack her one more time they would be digging their own grave she thought loading both guns with ammunition.

The next day Dylan arrived at the university in a m@ldito cab, she didn't plan to arrive in her car which was embarrassing. As soon as he pays the cab driver the strident engine of another car parks near where he gets out, when he takes a look at it he notices that Violeta gets out of it and immediately perceives his presence. The professor decides to ignore her, that girl only brought him many problems so he continues his way to enter the faculty.

As the day went by, everything went relatively well with the classes, in his break time Dylan looked for a room away from everyone to relax and to allow him to correct the exams without the bother of anyone. Luckily for him, the provocative Violet did not harass him that day, for which he was grateful. He was not really in the mood to attend to her childishness. But his joy was short-lived, a knock on the door caught his attention. Sighing, he stood up, realizing that some student had discovered his secret place.

But when he opened the door the only one he saw standing at the door of the classroom was Violet Morgan with a bright smile on her lips. Inwardly a small shudder settled in his chest at the sight of her smiling, but then he pushed those thoughts out of his head and imposed his serious side.

-What do you want, Miss Morgan? -He asked without letting her enter the room.

-May I come in?

-No! Say what you have to say and leave.

-Why are you treating me like this? -Dylan's eyes widen as he senses something.

-What do you want? -He moves a little closer to her to confront her.

But just at that moment Violet grabs her teacher's cheeks and with a slight movement takes hold of his mouth. The young woman kisses Dylan in a wild and hungry way wrapping her arms around the neck of the huge pile of muscles before her. Of course the kiss was received in a good way, because Dylan grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his body until he pulled her into the classroom. That action gave the brunette the confidence to jump up and down until she wrapped her legs around her teacher's hips. -I want more of you, Dylan," she gasped against his wet lips.

Dylan hearing her gasp against his mouth prompted him to throw everything on his desk to the floor, he sat Violet down on it until he was between her hairy legs. With speed he pulled up her dress which brought a fierce gasp from her throat. Dylan's hands reached down to Violet's panties and violently tugged at the fabric, tearing them instantly. He laid her body down on the metal table, opened her legs which fell spread downwards and noticed her s*x which seemed to be quite wet.

He unceremoniously reached between her thighs tasting the small bulge of her s*x, Violet automatically arched at the invasion as she clung to the corners of the desk. Dylan tasted her religiously unleashing the animalistic nature inside him, even if he didn't want to admit it this woman's body drove him crazy to such an extreme that it made him lose his sanity. Just one kiss from her was enough to make him want to do everything to that body.

Not even five minutes passed when the professor's mouth was filled with Violeta's s****l fluids and he was ecstatic about her, but he shouldn't fool himself, he wanted much more of her. He wanted all of her, everything she wanted to give him and what she didn't he wanted to die for. As he pulled away from her intimacy like a hungry lion he climbed on top of the brunette taking hold of her lips while rubbing her body of that half naked one beneath him....

But it turns out that when he opened his eyes he noticed that she was smiling as if victorious, as if she had achieved her goal, something that annoyed him. She was a spoiled brat, while he was leaving for other thoughts that girl was just having fun with him. Dylan separates from her so fast that Violet doesn't even have time to think what was going on, she just looks at him expectantly while she was catching her breath.

-Are you happy with what you have achieved? -She ends up sitting up and putting her jacket back on, but inside she could hardly manage to manage her mood.

-Why are you stopping? What's the matter?

-Is that why you came here? Just to give you pleasure? -He glared at her.

-And why not, you know I like you, what's wrong with that?

-Go away Violeta, you only cause me problems.

-A moment ago it didn't seem to bother you -Smiles mischievously.

Dylan itches the bridge of his nose, it was all a game to her. With that attitude how the hell could she be taken seriously, she had fallen for his trickery again. Induced by courage he grabs Violet's arm to drag her to the door and get her out of the room once and for all, but then someone behind her knocks on the door. The pair look at each other's faces, Dylan's is one of anguish but the young Morgan's is one of playfulness and amusement. With no choice he shoves the girl into a rickety metal cabinet. -What do you think you're doing? You can't put me in here, Dylan.

-Shhh... don't talk loudly, stay here-Ordered what seemed to surprise her coming from him.

Within seconds Dylan found himself talking to a teacher who had been following him around quite often lately. And it wasn't that she was bad, but with Violet locked in the closet there wasn't much he could do.

-I was wondering where you were hiding." The brunette smiled, "What are you doing in this abandoned classroom?

-I'm trying to get some work done. She points to the desk, but it turns out that all the sheets were on the floor, the brunette looked surprised-l... dropped them, well how can I help you? -She tries to change the subject, feeling a little embarrassed. -Yes, I... well I was wondering what you were planning to do this weekend, maybe we could go out for a drink and... -A noise behind them interrupted the brunette's words.

-Yes, of course. Why not, we can talk about it later. I have to teach a class in a few moments, so I'll replace you," he said as he dragged her to the door until he finally dragged her out of the room. Dylan let out his breath when he saw Violet's pissed-off figure. -Do you want to go out with that little bitch?

-You're crazy, if that teacher had caught you in that closet I'd be in serious trouble right now. Violet, I want you away from me.

-You're not going out with that woman!

-What I do with my life is none of your business, now get out of here.

The couple had a heated fight, Violet because of how pissed off she was and Dylan because of the way she was behaving. She thought she had rights over him and he wasn't liking that since they didn't have any kind of relationship. Except for the two times they were intimate but that didn't mean anything.

-Don't even think of going out with that woman, or you'll regret it," she said, passing by him in a rage.

-Shit," she mumbles, running both hands over her face.