Not Your Kind Of Good Girl.
1241 Words
Chapter 7.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Mr. Donald, Maximo’s uncle, stood at the altar, his eyes discreetly scanning everywhere.
“As we all know, the soon-to-be Mafia Lord has been away for over 7 years now. We are gathered here to celebrate his win and to also introduce him as the next Mafia Lord to our clan. I have kept his title for him for 4 years now, and I am glad I am fulfilling his father’s last wish.” Gentle claps filled the air as he made his speech.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you… the Almighty Alnado El Maximo.” His hands stretched to the side, and an elevator door opened at the front of the stage. Maximo stepped out in full glory, his steps gentle and calculated yet powerful. As he made his way to the altar, Amelia’s eyes widened at the sight before her. She stared at the powerful Alnado El Maximo as he approached the altar, claps and chanting filling the air.
Amelia gulped down nothing. She was staring at Maximo this time and not Hardcore. The same man whose d**k she had in her last night was Alnado El Maximo, the Almighty Mafia Lord and the number one killing machine. His appearance spoke more of Maximo and not Hardcore. He was clad in a two-piece blue suit, his tie perfectly nudged to his neck. His hair was arranged into neat curls, seated perfectly on his face like the way she wanted her ass to seat. His skin was as tanned and bright as honey, and his steps made her heart leap without him even trying. Yes, he was the same man that made her p***y throb at the mere sight of him, and the change of his name did not stop that. Instead, it added to the heat in her p***y and made her crave him more. Even though he wasn’t close, she could feel his cologne clogging tightly to her senses.
“Good day, everyone.” His voice resounded in her ears and only reminded her of his words to her.
“This isn’t the end of our f**k, sugar. You are just as sweet as the name I have given you.” Those words made her stomach churn.
“Amelia,” Megan pulled her from her thoughts, and she gulped down nothing, flashing Megan a smile.
“You look flushed. Are you crushing on him already?”
“Of course, yes. I mean, your brother is handsome,” she complimented, and Megan chuckled.
“I know, right?”
“My name is Alnado El Maximo, the only son of the late Alnado and the now-leading Mafia Lord…” As he gave his speech, claps erupted in the air, and most ladies screamed his name.
Amelia stared at them, disgusted by their appearance. She hated that he had this effect on every other lady, but she hated that she cared this much.
Amelia reached out for the juice she took from the walking waitress. She gulped down a reasonable quantity and licked the droplet away from her lower lip, but that one act sent her body reverberating in pleasure. Her nasty mind reminded her of how he had licked her juice off his hand.
He was done giving his speech and now walking down the stage. He visited almost all the tables, and Amelia knew their table wasn’t an exception because Megan was his closest human, so she knew already.
A few ladies hovered around him, requesting pictures, but the guards were quick to stop them, and Amelia could not help the happiness that emerged from it.
Just as she suspected, he began to walk powerfully toward their table. With each step he took, it reminded her of how he had f****d her, thumping in and out effortlessly. Although his s*x was hard and rough, it was sweet and pleasurable, and he enjoyed every bit of it.
Lost in thought, she didn’t know when he arrived until she heard Megan’s voice.
“Look at you, big brother. You look so f*****g hot.” She pouted, throwing herself on him.
“I know, right?” He held her waist closer to himself and planted a kiss on her forehead.
“Congratulations on your new role, big brother. I am sure Mum and Dad are proud of you.” Although they shared different mothers, Megan loved Maximo so much.
“I know, right?”
“So meet my friend… Amelia… Amelia, meet my brother Maximo.”
Maximo’s flirtatious eyes landed on her body, his inner self churning as he took in the sexy sight of her. The memories from last night’s encounter played in his head. The fact that he would be getting more of her body in no time marveled him. He stared at her discreetly with want playing in his eyes, his lips twitching into a seductive smirk.
“Do you know each other?” Megan questioned, surprised at the tension.
“Not at all,” Amelia flashed a fake smile before Maximo could say a word.
Maximo smirked, licking his lower lip.
“I have not seen such beauty before, Megan. I am wondering if I could have her.” He licked his lower lip again, and Megan smacked his hand.
“You can’t flirt with my friend, okay? She is a good girl.”
“Oh… I like good girls.”
“Not your kind of good girl,” Megan cautioned, and he smiled mischievously.
“Excuse me, Megan, I would like to use the restroom.”
“Sure.” Megan urged, but Amelia was far gone before her reply.
Maximo’s eyes hovered around her as she swayed her ass away.
“Such a pervert,” Megan cursed, and Maximo grinned.
“You made her uncomfortable.”
“No, Megan, I probably made her p***y drip.” He winked at Megan.
“Ew, you are still the same as your old self.”
“I know, right? I mean, old habits sure die hard.” Excuse me, Maximo winked and strutted off while Megan just admired his back view. She was quite lucky to have such a handsome brother.
Amelia walked into the restroom and slammed the door shut. She let out a sigh of relief, one she didn’t know she was holding.
“That was close,” she huffed, panting softly and staring at her physique.
“Not as close as my d**k against your p***y lips.” Maximo’s voice resounded behind her, and she turned to see him standing at the door. He took a step closer and slammed the door shut.
“I see you have the habit of using the restroom,” he whispered softly, taking a gentle step closer. His cologne filled her nostrils, and her breath hitched.
This time, he was standing closer to her than before. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer, and he sniffed the side of her ear, breathing in her scent. Her p***y clenched in approval as his nose nudged the nape of her neck. His eyes bored into hers with want and desire boldly embedded in them.
“You look so beautiful, Amelia, and I would like to see how much of a good girl you would be to Daddy.”
Before she could say a word, he smashed his lips on hers, stealing her breath away, his hands reaching for the zipper of her dress.
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