Pietro Maximoff X Reader Novels & Stories

“Maximo had a temper. One that was out of control sometimes. And his temper was worse when he used his Enigma abilities.” “So Maximo was an Enigma?” I asked, trying to wrap my mind around that too. “But how were his powers and temper connected?” “He was someone who could read people’s emotions, more like heightened perception,” Damien told me. “He could read emotions, predict actions, even manipulate certain situations. But he didn’t control it well. He didn’t have the patience for it, especially when he was angry. And Sabrina—she was often the target of that anger.” “Maximo was... abusive?” I asked though the word tasted bitter in my mouth. It didn’t feel strong enough to describe what Dami

She trailed off holding his gaze,“is either a Mafia Cartel boss or the Alpha of a werewolf pack.” Rico’s lips curved slyly on its own, without taking his gaze off her, he allowed his Alpha aura on be display. She’d challenged the Alpha in him and his wolf, Max sought to toy with her human boldness. Searching her mind, he saw she was harmless. Her youthful curiosity was amazing, it was a pity she was human. “I am none and both.” He replied with his Alpha’s voice. Seeing her gulp loudly at his words, Max laughed heartily knowing he’d rattled her.

While my life is at the mercy of those two detectives, in another place filled with the smell of sin and betrayal, our dear angelica’pussy filled with cam of her partner and her lovley juice still dipping down wetting the sheet in theprosses, moening like there is no tomorrow, like what happen earlier in the morning was none of her business, her eyes watery and full of suduction looking upward licking and sucking some dick pleasing the man in frond of her with all her power, that man who is obviously in the atmost best of pleasure is the boss of our protagonist who basicly ended his life, his name is maxuel reaper, a frightening name of a seemlingly down to earth guy , with his glusess and

I won’t say which one. “Who are you liking? Which one?” I whisper. “Which one is single. Legally. No crazy baby momma’s!” She speaks loudly. I laugh feeling like I am a pimp and these are my ladies. I take her by the arm knowing they will follow. “First off, I know Paulie is single. No kids and is Italian. He looks big and scary but is a total teddy bear. Max is Jamaican and I have never heard him speak of a kid but I did hear him say ex-wife before in passing.” I tell her as they follow along as a safe distance.

ALEXANDRA’S POV I stared at Maximilian Volkov in absolute disbelief. The heavy silence in the massive penthouse hallway stretched between us for several long seconds. My brain struggled to process the exact words he had just spoken. He was the Chief Executive Officer of Volkov Industries. He was the sole owner of the massive corporate skyscraper where I worked every single day. The man standing directly in front of me, who had just cooked me a plate of bacon and eggs in his kitchen, was the most powerful billionaire in the entire city of Chicago.

Squeezing her hands tightly now, “I assure you, the precinct will do their best to get to the bottom of his death. This is a promise from me to you.” She nodded, taking one last look at her husband before they closed the coffin. The governor was right, Maximoff was a wonderful man despite being the heir to a mafia organization. He never killed, he settled scores amicably, others perceived him as weak but she knew him to be kind. Thinking about him made her almost shed a tear, but she was under the watchful eye of his mother. “Thank you.” She managed to finally respond.

But she refused to give in. "You are not my owner, Alexander." His hold firmed a bit, his lips forming an expression alarmingly resembling a smirk. "That’s where you are mistaken." “Moving,” Max interrupted. "However, if you’ve settled your lovers’ dispute, I think there’s still an agreement to uphold." Alexander's eyes briefly moved to Max, and in an instant, the moment broke apart. The chilling, ruthless mafia chief had returned, with all signs of weakness eliminated. He let go of Dysis, approaching Max with deliberate calm.

His voice made me snap my gaze up from the floor to look at him. "I want you to look in my eyes while you rub your clit for me through those panties. You are not allowed to stop until I tell you so." My breathing had turned shallow and as my eyes met with those light brown eyes of his, I felt something in me snap. It was like a confirmation that Pietro wasn't human, he was a monster whose eyes had the power to manipulate people.

I exhaled quietly and moved further in, heading toward the wardrobe when I heard it— Voices. Low. Controlled. Coming from inside. I slowed. Matteo.He was on a call. I didn’t mean to listen. I really didn’t. But just as I was about to walk away, something stopped me. “…I want everything he has. Every detail. The last three years—nothing missed.” I froze. A pause. Then “Be careful. You know Maxwell is smart.” My heart skipped. Maxwell? Why would Matteo be digging into his own brother?

Rocco looked tense. Like something bad had happened. Massimo’s heart skipped. Without thinking twice, he spoke sharply. “What happened to Chiara?” Rocco blinked. Then he shook his head quickly. “No, boss. She’s fine. She’s safe.” Massimo’s chest loosened slightly, but his expression remained cold. “Then why are you here?” Massimo asked. Rocco hesitated for a second, then spoke. “The strongest Don in Russia…” Rocco started carefully. “It’s James Pietro.”