Mafia's babygirl

Chapter 1- Marry me, f**k me Aaron’s POV: These clubs sometimes suck af. I even have to wear a stupid mask just so that no one recognizes me though if someone comes too close it becomes quite easy to know who it is. Some girls are stripping themselves, some girls and guys are making out in the corner, And mostly everyone is fully wasted. God what the f**k, I need a break. I headed out of the club, lit a cigarette, and stood by a wall. Soon after a few minutes, I saw a gorgeous and sexy girl coming from the other side. How could I let her go? When she just passed by the wall on which I was leaning, I grabbed her hand and pulled her over my body. As soon as her body touched mine I could feel my c**k get a little hard. It was certainly a very uncommon thing. I was filled with the desire to taste her p***y right now. I could not delay it any longer. But why is it so? I’m not a kind of a guy who just goes around f*****g girls. I live in an environment where f*****g different girls is a day-to-day thing. But still, I’m not like that. But this girl I want to f**k her right now. First I want to tear all her clothes apart and then I’m gonna tear that sweet p***y of her's. I just need to tell her that I’m gonna f**k her and then I’ll f**k her very hard. I mean who would say no to getting f****d by me, the CEO of the largest and most successful company in the world, The Wolf Pack. And suddenly a frustrated voice approached my ears, taking me out of my thoughts. “Just get the f**k away from me, you asshole" What the bloody f**k, did she just curse me? Omg, she’s dead meat now. But first I’ve to let her go. “I’m sorry, I guess it’s the wrong girl,” I said. “Were you waiting for your girlfriend?” “No, I don’t have a girlfriend.” I don’t need a girlfriend. “Then who did you expect me to be?” “A girl whom I’ll f**k, but I guess, I made a move on a wrong girl.” “What the…. Motherfucker.” And she left, I mean how can that b***h just leave after saying that rubbish? And also why the f**k did I not grab her and forced her to sleep with me and made her realize who she was actually dealing with? Whatever, she is the first girl who made my c**k hard right at the very moment I touched her body. She the first girl whom I wanted to f**k no matter what and without evening wasting a second. I mean I just want her, and I want to f**k her. I’m definitely not this kinda person. I needed to find that b***h. I ran towards the way she left, and I saw a car leaving from the parking area. I memorized her car’s number. Lucy’s POV: It feels so good to be home after a long tiring day. Just like always today as well as soon as I reached home, I undressed, ate some random snacks from the kitchen, and jumped on my lovely bed. I sleep naked, I mean I live alone so why not? I took my laptop and started surfing the internet. I didn’t have anyone, in particular, to chat with. Today was like any other day I thought, before I started thinking about what happened outside the club today. “No way” I shouted at the highest of my voice and searched the name Aaron Wilson on the internet. I opened one of his pictures and stared at it for almost 15 minutes and “What the f**k” came out of my mouth absolutely involuntary. The guy whom I rejected and also abused was Aaron Wilson for sure. Should I just kill myself now? No, I'm gonna make everything better. I’ll marry him no matter what. He wants to f**k me I want to marry him. Give and take. I’m gonna marry the richest man in the world. But how? How am I gonna approach him again? I should search for him on the internet, I’ll definitely find something. Or else I’ll visit his office. He’ll then approach me himself as he wants to f**k me. Aaron’s POV: The last night was not like the other nights. That b***h's face kept coming in front of my eyes. Very soon my c**k will be in her p***y. I reached my office and the first thing I did was to call one of my men and I ordered him to find all the details of the owner of the car with number XXXX. It didn’t take him so long to find out the details. Now I knew that b***h was Lucy Walker. Occupation: Unemployed, that was quite shocking because she had no family. Her parents were dead and she did not even have any siblings. But wait, was her father Mr. Arthur Walker? The CEO of a former very successful company which was closed after its CEO and his wife died in a plane crash. Of course, then, why do their daughter need to work? But still, for how long is she going to live on her father’s money, he wasn’t too rich that with the money he left to his daughter, she could live all her life without doing any job. And why didn’t she took over the company after his father’s death? I was getting too much involved in this girl’s life. I just needed to f**k her and that’s all, it’s not like I’m going to marry her. A laugh escaped my mouth when I thought about the word 'marry'. Whatever now I know everything I needed to know about her- her address. Lucy’s POV: Again a tiring day, and I was on my way home. I was just thinking about how to approach Aaron Wilson. I lived in an apartment on the 14th floor in a very lavish building. I took the elevator to my floor and entered my apartment. Again like every day, I undressed, looked for something to eat, and entered my bedroom. But my bedroom was not like it always used to be. A cool breeze was blowing in my bedroom but it was making me feel hotter. I could not believe that Aaron Wilson was sitting on my bed. He was definitely looking very sexy. But wait a second why did I not realize his sexiness when I first met him? Maybe because at that time I didn’t know that he is the billionaire Aaron. Of course, sexy guys look much sexier when they have loads of money. I looked at his face and caught his eyes staring directly at my p***y. And suddenly I realized that I was standing all naked in front of him. I could not let my guard down this way. After all, I have to be his wife not his w***e. I quickly headed towards my wardrobe and wore a piece of silk cloth which was quite revealing. Then I went up to Aaron who was just sitting on my bed and staring at me without even saying anything. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment?” I asked in anger showing that I’m not an easy girl. “I wanted to taste and ruin your p***y. Now that I have had a look at it, I can’t control anymore so quickly come here without wasting any time.” He said in a voice that would make any girl jump into his lap but no, I’m not gonna do that. I went close to him, held his shoulder, and sat beside him. “Do you wanna f**k me really hard?” I asked him while going close to his ear and whispering very seductively. He immediately grabbed me from the waist and pulled me towards himself. Without saying anything, he tried to push his lips against mine. But no, I can’t let him taste any part of my body yet. And so I immediately backed off. He seemed quite confused at that moment. And I suddenly stood up and sat on his lap with my one leg on his one side and another leg on the other side. I landed my naked p***y exactly over his big c**k. I could feel his c**k get hard at that. He too must have felt my p***y twitch. He again grabbed my waist with both of his hands very strongly and then one of his hands started slipping down to my thighs and then towards my p***y but before he could take the pleasure of tasting my p***y, I held his hand and then smoothly got off from his lap. I then leaned beside him and told him very seductively to ruin my p***y. “With your permission miss, I’m gonna ruin your p***y completely.” He said after which, he headed to put his head in my little dress to lick my p***y. But again I couldn't let him do that. I lifted my leg and pushed his head lightly away from my p***y with my feet. He suddenly grabbed both of my hands and crossed them on my back extremely tightly. “What do you think you are doing? Are you wishing to dominate me in the bed? Or what, you little piece of s**t?” He said in an extremely angry tone as if he’s going to kill me. “I told you to f**k me but before that, there’s something you need to do,” I said in a painful voice. And he suddenly let me go as if he regretted giving me pain. “What?” he simply asked. “Marry me,” I said quite confidently. “Marry me and f**k me. After marrying me, you can f**k me as hard as you want, you can f**k me all day long for all the years I’ll be alive. Then my p***y will belong to you and only you.” He just gave me a devilish smirk and said “You think I’m gonna marry you just to f**k you.” “I’m going to make you marry me anyhow.” “You know what I can just force you to have s*x with me and you could not even do anything about it.” “Will you do that to me?” I asked in a worrying tone. “Anyways, I won’t ever marry you just to taste you.” And he left. He just left. I felt like a big part of me left. I don’t know why seeing him go away from me felt so hurtful. Maybe because my billions of money were walking away from me.