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Mafia Paradise

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 1842    |    Released on: 30/09/2024

is

ep in a hurry, thinking I wa

fuck

time and realize it's 8:00 p.m

erything seems to be fine, but my g

Matt. Him and I are not that serious, we met at a college fraterni

a

Infinite clu

re h

a

come. I

till haven't unpacked, because I genuinely don't think I'll be s

a club and end up wearing a matte black, leather

ng to leave my hair natural, I run my fingers through it to get rid of any

k, I put on some light

full length mirror

o

agram later since I haven't posted in

ront door to head out, mama stops me, "Y

d rude and uncalled for, but I am not a child anymore. She does not n

pig. I knew it was coming-I almost smelled it from a mile

lpas, mi amigo está esperando." I snap, all in one breath before slamming the door shut as I head out. (I'm over eighte

ourage from? It's gonna be one

*

ntification card. I immediately find Matt's dark, ocean blue eyes and he rushes over to me

did I have to ma

d trying to wave it off. As I'm about to pul

derstood I didn't want a kiss right now

e hint? I'm not in

ne. He clutches onto my wrist and leads us ov

ver the loud music, almost maki

air with the brightest blue eyes ever. He's a nice gu

It's been five months and I still haven't let him in my pants y

me to cut him off, and honestly

us our drink and we

r a second, I thought he was being sweet. That was

e

be dating him. But that's the thing, I used to like him, I don't anymore. The small actions of his hav

d start a conversation, "Were you th

lume. "Was I not supposed to?" He raises a brow in c

again. Is he not understanding that I'm

s hand forwards for me to grab. A small smile

own. At least this way, I won't have to

he back rooms. Matt was being a bit too touchy with me on the dance floor. I

s me into one of the rooms. Matt pushes me against the wall and starts k

starts sucking, biting, and nibbling.

ow do I

m to get mad, l

him. I might be a virgin, but I'm certainty not a saint. I have made Matt come with my

rt and starts rubbing my clit, messily. He's really not ev

take thi

a little. But he doesn't stop. His heavy breaths fan

, pushing against his ches

esn't

had intended to be. Thought, my voice still

. He almost looses his balance and lands on his ass bef

Matt scoffs, fixing himse

I try explaining my side of the sto

He slightly raises his voice at me,

rsh tone. I fucking hate when

I'm go

he right to be angry with me. I feel like I'm leading him on. But I wi

to him, n

er realizing I don't have anything to say. A f

ing

t back down at the same barstool an

men li

all pissed off. I won't let him inside

find myself settling for less, and I'm reali

d hot sex. Matt knows nothing about my desires and w

ot once has he ever complimented the way I look. It doesn't even have to be wi

want someone to look at me, adore me, compliment m

even stop when I tell him to. I internally gro

orever-I look around the dance floor and my eyes u

. It looks so soft and fluffy, making me want

spread wide open. His muscles bulge through his shirt, to the po

breaking eye contact once. My eyes run over his jaw and che

" The bartender speaks and

d when I look back

aming or

back to the house, sin

I see both of my parents. They stand there, th

l,

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