Amelia

Once we left the venue, Adele and I stepped onto the street, scanning for a taxi. The sun hung low, casting long shadows across the bustling city. Cars passed, people chatted, the city moving on as if nothing had happened.

Adele's makeup was already ruined from tears, but I felt nothing but a strange, exhilarating gratitude. Finally, a second chance. And with it, the thought of revenge. Every pain I had endured, the loss of my daughter, losing my womb, having everything I owned stripped from me, and finally, being killed in prison was now fuel.

I was sure if Adele could see what I had seen, she wouldn't be mourning Killian. She wouldbe asking to hit the club with me, celebrating life instead of grieving.

"Whatever crazy long story you have got, I want to hear it now. Somehow, it doesn't sound so crazy anymore," Adele said, her voice soft but curious.

I shook my head at her. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me. But if you had seen what I saw you wouldn't cry over Killian, girl. You'd be asking us to celebrate at the club immediately."

Her eyebrows arched in concern. "How bad was it? I won't judge you. Please, tell me. Maybe it will put my mind at ease a bit," she said, before I could respond.

"I will give you a lift," a voice called out. I turned to see Jake, who happened to be Adele's cousin and was also at the wedding, waving at us. "I am heading whatever way you are heading."

We accepted gratefully and jumped into his car. Adele slumped beside me, still clutching her bouquet. I snatched it from her and tossed it out the window. "Girl, you don't need that anymore," I said.

"Can we please not go home? I don't want to sulk there or face my mom, she is going to rub it in my face that she told me he was a gold digger," Adele sobbed. I pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"Then we should hit the club. That's the only place that could blow off this steam," I said.

Jake cleared his throat and glanced at us with a grin. "So, if you guys are in, I was supposed to skip the crazy biker party tonight because of your wedding. But thanks to, uh the wedding crashing, here I am, heading back to the event."

Jake gets it, he knows how we like to live. Adele and I have never been the type to just settle down. We have never looked forward to weddings, motherhood, until we met those demons, we were just wild girls in our late twenties, chasing nights full of parties, clubs, biker events, and fashion shows, until they happened.

Our weekends were spent in clubs, smoking weed, chasing nights that blurred into early mornings. But when the weekdays came, I became the CEO of Davis Realtors, my parents' company, a business I had helped build and turned into one of the top firms in the city.

We met Declan and Killian, it was just a fling at first. Declan insisted there was more, and as an explorer at heart, I tried to see where it could go until it led to that doomed marriage.

I raised an eyebrow. "Biker party?"

"Oh, I know you guys live for that kind of excitement," Jake said with a laugh, turning the car toward the outskirts of the city. "You know that hot Trillionaire, Maxwell Sinclair, is going to be there today. That's what makes it worth it."

"Now I definitely want to attend," Adele said, lifting her head from my shoulder.

Jake and I chuckled. "You are sure going to enjoy tonight's race, you will barely even remember you just dumped someone at the altar."

Adele and I shot him a pointed look, "I apologize, that was insensitive," he said, grinning, of course typical Jake, says things without thinking.

"You do realize you are going to look crazy if you show up at the event in a wedding dress, right? Let's stop at a boutique and get you something more appropriate," Jake said with a grin.

He suggested a boutique he knew catered to biker crowds and we headed there.

When we arrived, the boutique was packed with biker-friendly clothing, leather jackets, ripped denim, bold prints, and edgy accessories. "Try these," Jake said, tossing us a few jackets and tops.

We slipped into the changing rooms, trying on new looks and laughing at how different we felt. When we finally stepped out, dressed in bold, biker-ready outfits, we were almost unrecognizable from the broken girls who had just left a wedding.

We left the boutique and headed straight to the biker event, engines rumbled and music blasted from massive speakers. The scene was alive with energy, leather jackets, tattoos, roaring bikes racing and performing stunts, people shouting and laughing over the chaos. Smoke from exhausts mingled with the rich smell of barbecue from a nearby food stand, creating an intoxicating blend of adrenaline and celebration.

Adele and I grabbed two drinks from a stall, something fizzy and strong, then wandered closer to the main crowd. She laughed, spinning around, her hair catching the lights from the stage. "This is insane!" she yelled over the noise.

"I know," I said, feeling my own adrenaline spike. "From a solemn 'I do' wedding to this wild, chaotic event, I missed when we used to live like this. Gosh, we almost got trapped back there."

We found a spot near the edge of the stage, where bikers and spectators kept gathering. A group of riders revved their bikes in sync, daring each other to perform stunts. One guy launched into a wheelie, cheering as the crowd went wild. Adele clapped, and I couldn't help but laugh along. The chaos was infectious.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted into chanting. I turned and saw Maxwell Sinclair. Tall, impossibly handsome, dressed in pristine leather that somehow made him look so hot and untouchable. He was one of the richest men in New York, if not the richest, having inherited his parents' company at a young age and taken it to the top.

By his side was his stunning wife, smiling and waving at everyone as the crowd cheered their love. I sipped my drink, feeling a flicker of something dark and calculating stir inside me. If only they knew or if only Maxwell knew.

I turned to look at Adele, she was drunk, So far gone she couldn't even see what was happening right in front of her. I grabbed my phone and called Jake, telling him I needed him to drop Adele at home. He was furious at first, swearing under his breath, but eventually he agreed.

When they left, I turned my attention back to the stage and there she was. The woman Killian had been cheating on Adele with, smiling lovingly at her powerful husband while she destroyed someone else's life behind closed doors.

After addressing the crowd, Maxwell announced that his wife had another event to attend, and the two of them stepped down from the stage.

I smiled, because I knew she wasn't attending any event.

She was heading straight to meet Killian, she must have already heard the wedding was off.

I slipped my hand into my purse, fingers brushing the small bottle of aphrodisiac drops I had planned to use at the reception. I was going to slip it into Declan's drink so we could sneak into a bathroom and have wild, reckless sex like we used to.

The thought of that now made my stomach turn, but the thought of using it on Rhea Sinclair's perfect husband Maxwell Sinclair thrilled me more than anything.

It was payback time.

Author's note: Male lead is here🥳 and his wife😢, is he going to be nice to Amelia🤔, expect something spicy🤭🤭

Amelia

I watched Maxwell for a few more moments, studying the way he moved, the effortless confidence radiating from him made my chest tighten with doubt. Could I really pull this off?

He laughed at something a guest said, his smile easy and magnetic. I took a deep breath and headed toward the VIP area where he was. A guard stepped in front of me, blocking my path. I lifted my chin, letting my eyes meet his, silently daring him to underestimate me. The guard hesitated, then one of the VIP team came out, giving him a nod. "Let her through," he said.

I smoothed my jacket, letting a small, soft smile curve my lips, the person he was talking to left, the coast was clear. So I stepped forward.

"Hi," I said, my voice light and sexy. "I am Amelia."

His eyes flicked over me, assessingme, then lingering just long enough to make me aware of the effect I had. Finally, he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Maxwell Sinclair," he said, extending a hand.

"You have outdone yourself with this event," I said, letting my voice carry admiration and just a touch of playful warmth. I casually flipped my hair over my shoulder, exposing the delicate curve of my neck. I caught the brief flicker in his eyes, the one that confirmed he noticed.

He leaned slightly closer, the scent of his expensive cologne wrapping around me, and said, "Glad you enjoyed it. It takes a lot to impress these days."

He smiled, fuck, why was he so effortlessly gorgeous? "Thanks. Not that I know everyone, but this is the first time seeing you here," he said, his gaze curious.

We drifted toward a quieter corner of the event, talking about everything and nothing. He spoke about his businesses, I told him about mine. I tilted my head just so, letting my gaze linger on his hand as he gestured, then slowly back to his face. Every flicker of expression, every subtle shift in posture, I catalogued it all. I waited for the perfect moment.

When the waiter arrived with our drinks, I leaned in slightly, brushing my fingers against his glass as I offered a toast. "To more of these events," I said with a playful wink. My other hand subtly tilted his drink just enough the aphrodisiac slipping in unnoticed.

Maxwell raised his glass, completely unaware of the small storm about to enter his system. I mirrored him, sipping just a fraction of my drink too.

Minutes passed. I removed my jacket, letting the tension build, and noticed his eyes lingering far too long on my chest. I let a small, teasing smile play across my lips. "Not used to wearing leather jackets," I said lightly, voice low, letting the words caress him. "I'm feeling hot already." I pushed my chest forward just enough to draw his attention, letting him look, letting him think he had the upper hand.

"I understand whatever game you are trying to play Miss Davis," He said, his tone amused. "you know, I am a married man and you saw my wife earlier." He said, the drug must be kicking in because he threw his head back and rubbed his hands on his crotch.

I smiled, "Fine, I will leave now," I said, turning as if to go.

He caught my wrist, his grip firm but not threatening, and pulled me toward a quieter corner. "If we weren't standing here all day and both offered drinks at the same time, I might've suspected you added something to mine," he said, smiling.

He said before pushing my back against the wall, " I am so fucking horny right now, and I want to fuck you so hard against this wall." He said, before he groped my boobs and squeezed them.

I bit my lips to avoid moaning out loud, "You said you are married." I said, staring into his eyes.

"Nah, the only woman I want to fuck right now is you." He said rubbing his penis so hard, I grabbed the spiked drink from him and down everything at once. Even though this was revenge, I intended to enjoy every second of it.

We are going wild for wild, Opportunities like this don't come twice.The thought alone lit something reckless in me, fucking the Trillionaire biker, knowing he'd be screaming my name before dawn, and his perfect supermodel wife would wake up to every video of our escapades. A slow, satisfying burn curled in my stomach.

"We are not going to fuck here, no matter how horny we are." I said, he looked at me and sighed his eyes filled with lust. The drugs were kicking in for me too, my whole body getting hot, my pussy clenching and unclenching, my nipples begging for attention.

"Where do you want us to go, your place?" He said in a hoarse voice.

I smiled and grabbed his penis, rubbing it against the leather pants he was wearing, "Your place, I want you to fuck me on your matrimonial bed, your wife isn't coming back until tomorrow morning. I will be gone first thing," I whispered, brushing a kiss against his ear.

He didn't argue, or maybe he was too horny to think, just shoved me forward and smacked my ass hard.

"There's a red Lamborghini outside. Go wait in it for me and remove your pants," he said as he pressed the keys into my hand.

A rush of excitement shot through my body. I walked out and headed straight for the car. Normally, I would take a moment to admire a machine like that, but I was too turned on to care. The second I slipped inside, I yanked my pants off and tossed them aside, breath already shaky with anticipation.

Author's note: You shouldn't be reading this🤭🤭, on his matrimonial bed🫣🫣, Ameliaaaa

Amelia

I parted my legs, anticipation coiling tight inside me. I wasn't sure if it was the drugs in my system or the thought of being with Maxwell Sinclair, but the excitement was dizzying. I kept glancing out the car window, searching for any sign of him.

Minutes dragged by, and the wait became unbearable. My body felt overheated, alive, burning with a need I couldn't quiet any longer.

Restless, I slid my hands down my body down to my pussy, trying to ease the ache on it, I rubbed so hard, I felt the urge to slip my fingers inside, so fucking tempted but I wanted Maxwell doing all the drilling tonight.

The car door opened, and he slipped inside, surprise flickering across his face when he saw the state I was in.

"You took too long," I breathed, my voice unsteady, my body trembling with impatience. I grabbed boobs hard and bit my lips, fuck I can't fucking hold myself together.

His gaze darkened, filled with hunger as he looked at me."I had to sneak out, they expected me to stay till midnight." He said, his eyes lingering on my pussy. " I am trying hard to hold myself together, I will drive the car a bit far from here, so we don't get caught, you don't want to have your cunt plastered all over the gossip blogs tomorrow morning."

The engine growled to life as he gripped the wheel. He drove fast, faster than I have ever experienced but my nerves didn't flinch. The anticipation drowned everything else out. He turned sharply into a secluded corner, and the car eased to a stop, the air suddenly thick with what was coming next.

I unbuckled my seat belt and moved onto his lap, my breath shaky with urgency. I slipped off my jacket, the cool air brushing my skin as I leaned in closer to him.

"Maxwell..." I whispered, the need in my voice impossible to hide as I guided his attention toward me. I squeezed my boobs so hard, I brought them closer to his face, his breath catching, his eyes flicking up to meet mine dark and hungry. " suck my boobs."

He caught a nipple between his teeth, and bites just enough to make me gasp. My pussy throbbing with want and my whole body was on heat. I reached for my other breast, but he caught my wrist and guided my hand away, wanting control. His palm slid over my breast, firm and deliberate, he squeezed it hard and my pussy got wetter.

He kept sucking on my nipple hard, he licked and rolled his tongue all over it, every slow pull sending shivers through me.

I grind my pussy against his hard dick, he moaned loudly against my nipple and his low, rough sound against my nipple made my breath catch.

The moment surged through me, overwhelming and warm, my head tipped back as the sensation rushed through every inch of my body.

He lifted me from his lap with a sudden, breathless urgency and laid me back against the seat. Before I could steady myself, he leaned over me and caught my mouth in a wild, hungry kiss.

It wasn't gentle, we crashed together, both of us pushing, trying to take control, the heat between us spiraling higher with every heartbeat.

After a few breathless seconds, we tore our mouths apart, gasping for air, his lips found my neck and he buried his face in it, sucking every inch of it hard, leaving a bite mark. I moaned loudly, rubbing my fingers over my pussy to ease the ache there.

He licked and trailed my neck from my throat to my collarbone, tasting me, I ran my hands through his hair, " please, fuck me already please."

Instead his mouth crashed down on my nipple again, his tongue hot and his lips unrelenting. He sucked like a man starved and crazy man with relentless need, his other hand squeezing my other breast with intensity. I whimpered, overwhelmed, the sound filling the car as he went lower.

His mouth drifted lower, leaving a trail of hot, lingering kisses down my stomach. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding on as anticipation tightened every part of me.

"fuck." He breathed when he reached my drenched pussy, his fingers circled my throbbing clit and I almost went crazy, finally.

Relief and pleasure crashed together, making it hard to breathe, hard to think, my hips reacting before my mind could think.

Then his mouth touched onto my pussy and my whole body jolted, his tongue licked and sucked like a savage, fast and raw. He explored every fold, every inch, his fingers found my clit and circled it slowly and deliberately, that sent shock straight down my core.

The sensation was so intense, I grabbed his hair hard and grinded into his face, a raw sound tearing from my throat. I didn't care who might hear, didn't care about anything outside the car.

All I could feel was the fire he had ignited, and the way he pushed me closer and closer to the edge with every breath, every touch.

"Maxwell... I-" The words broke on a gasp. "I think I am close."

The feeling swept over me fast, overwhelming, tightening every muscle in my body. My toes curled, my breath stuttered, and I grabbed at my nipples, twisting them hard, trying to ground myself as the rush climbed higher and higher.

He didn't slow down. If anything, he became more determined, more consuming, he continued sucking harder, faster and more possessively. I couldn't stay quiet, a very loud moan tore out of me uncontrollably.

No one had ever pushed me this far, never made me unravel like this or lose myself the way he did. Not with their dick or tongue, Maxwell Sinclair had me coming apart in the shadows of an empty corner, screaming without shame.

I fell apart and came all over his face, I collapsed back against the seat, breathless and trembling, and he looked up at me with a slow, satisfied smirk that made my pulse jump all over again.

Before I could steady myself again, He shoved a thick finger deep inside me, pumping hard and fast, a loud cry left my throat.

"So, fucking tight." he groaned, his breath hot against my skin as his touch worked me higher, faster, feasting on my pussy with his fingers. My breath hitched, my body shaking so hard I could barely hold on.

"Maxwell." I gasped, the pressure rising too fast. "I am going to cum."

Just when I thought he would slow down, he added another finger inside of me, diving deeper and fastening his pace. Wet sounds filled the car as my pussy clenched around his fingers, reacting to every deliberate movement until the rush finally broke over me.

He withdrew his fingers from my pussy,his breath uneven, his eyes filled with needs.

"Let's get out of here," he said, voice rough. He pulled me upright and slipped my jacket over my shoulders, his touch lingering a little too long. "I want you somewhere I can actually lose control properly, where I can actually fuck your cunt without holding back." He said, rubbing his hand over his dick.

He climbed back into the driver's seat, the engine growling to life as he pulled out of the secluded corner. I reached toward him, my fingers brushing the edge of his waistband, wanting more, wanting him now.

His breath caught, "What are you doing?" he asked, voice low and as strained, trying and failing to sound composed.

" I need your cock in my pussy." I whispered, leaning closer, my breath brushing his ear. "but since you insisted we get home before fucking me, I want it in my mouth till we get home."

My hand slid into his pants, I brought his hard cock out, his body jolted at the touch, his grip tightening on the steering wheel, a low growl slipping from his throat. It was massive, I have never had a cock this big in my pussy or my mouth.

"Cold feet or cold mouth?" he asked with a knowing smile. I shook my head, leaning closer. "Just drive safely."

His smirk deepened as I slid down a little, my mouth brushed over his dick and licked his pre cum, just enough to tease him, he tensed and sucked in a sharp breath. The reaction alone sent a thrill through me.

My lips hovered over dock and I started sucking slowly, teasing him, his hips jerked involuntarily, his hand flying to my hair, fingers curling in tight as he tried to keep control of both himself and the car.

I sucked him faster, "Careful." he rasped, his voice breaking. "You are going to make me lose it." I ignored him and went deeper.

" Fuck, fuck, fuck....... Hmmmmm" he groaned loudly , the sound vibrated through the whole car, deep and raw. It was the sexiest thing I have ever heard, and it sent a shiver straight down my spine.

His hips twitched, his breath broke, and for a moment he lost himself so completely the car drifted slightly to the side. He cursed under his breath and grabbed the steering wheel again, trying to steady both the car and himself.

But I didn't stop sucking him hard, didn't stop pushing him to the edge he was fighting so hard not to fall over.

"I am trying to keep us alive." he rasped, voice shaking, every word wrapped in need and restraint.

Author's note: I caught you🤭🤭