Chapter-32 Father (Part 2)

Maximus

“Simona,” I muttered, gaze drifting lazily over her. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“What can I say?” She draped herself around me like a snake, arms looping around my neck. “I’m drawn to you like a moth to flame,” she purred before crashing her lips to mine with exaggerated enthusiasm. “I missed you.”

“I’ve been busy,” I said flatly, not bothering to return the sentiment. “How’ve you been?”

“Never better.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips—hungry eyes locked on me.

Simona was Umberto Mancini’s daughter. Drago’s closest ally and sort of my fiancé, even if nothing was official yet. The old man was hellbent on marrying me off to her and tying our families in a neat little bow of power and bloodlines. The classic mafia fairytale.

She wasn’t someone I cared for. But she served her purpose. We fucked when the need arose. She was good in bed. Smart. Beautiful enough for society events. Possibly tolerable as a mother to my future children, if I ever gave a damn about that. I didn’t believe in love, so someone like Simona worked just fine.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for dinner?” I asked, pulling away from her clingy form and walking to the bar. I poured myself some good old scotch on the rock.

“I should.” Her voice had dropped a few tones, silkier now. “But when I heard you were here... I thought we could warm up first.” When I turned, her dress was already pooling at her feet. Black lace clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

She walked over and plucked the glass from my hand, setting it aside. “I missed you,” she whispered again, grabbing my hand and guiding me toward the couch.

“I have to be downstairs soon,” I muttered, even as she shoved me down.

“Then I’ll make it quick,” she smiled, eyes gleaming as she dropped to her knees. “Just let me taste you.”

Her hands were already working my belt before I could object—not that I was trying hard. I grunted as she undid my trousers and slid the zipper down, freeing my cock.Oh fuck it…I could do with some good old blowjob.

“Have it then,” I hissed, freeing my cock for her. “Show me how much you missed me. Open your mouth…” She grinned, obediently opening her mouth and pulling back her lips as I slowly pushed my entire length into her mouth.

“Umm…” she moaned and looked up at me with wicked pleasure, lips parting as she slowly took me in—inch by inch—until I hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck…” I hissed.

Simona moaned around me, the vibrations teasing up my spine. Her tongue worked me expertly as her hands fondled my balls, her mouth slick and hot and just the right kind of dirty. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, holding her in place, thrusting deeper, harder, making her choke and tear up—but she never stopped.

“Good girl,” I grunted.

She sucked like her life depended on it, and I gave it to her—all of it. It was quick and I came with a groan, watching her swallow every drop of my cum and then run her tongue along my length like it was dessert.

“Did I serve you well?” she asked, eyes half-lidded as she bit down on her lower lip.

“You did,” I smirked. “But I’m not done with you yet. Turn around. On all fours.”

She obliged eagerly, going down on all four in front of me, her fine ass hauled up in the air. I pumped my cock with my hand hard and fast, before pulling her thong aside and slamming into her eager pussy.

“Oh fuck…” she moaned, clawing at the carpet as I thrusted hard and fast into her. She made a lot of sounds to my liking, but well, this will have to do now.

“Max…oh fuck…harder baby…” she moaned, her legs shaking. “Harder. Fuck me…fuck me,”

I let out a growl, pulling out all the way before slamming hard into her again. I was so fucking close again but then I heard it.

My phone buzzed, screen lighting up on the couch beside us.

Gianna: My lawyer has gone through the contract, and we’re ready to sign. Teresa might just have a few questions she might want to ask at the meeting day after tomorrow. Just wanted to update you.

Thank you once again. Have a good day.

“Oh, Max,” Simona groaned, but I couldn’t focus anymore.

Gianna.

There was something about her. Something I hadn’t yet figured out. But I will. Soon. Something about her lingered in my thoughts longer than it should. She was exquisite, almost ethereal. A rare beauty that Nicholas Baldocchi doesn’t get to have. And he won’t.

Because I was going to take her.

I did feel a bit bad for making her the pawn in my game, but Gianna doesn’t lose anything. I was still going to go through my plans of launching her brand and give her success beyond her imagination. She was incredibly talented, and Bellavanti could really profit from that collaboration. But the outcome?

The outcome was going to be very different from what she ever expected.

One Gianna would never see coming.