Page 91 of The DeLuca Crime Family: Vol. 1

He stood as well but didn't cower away, another point in his favor even if I did just learn that he'd taken advantage of my daughter. “You took her innocence before marriage!” I spat.

Dante swallowed hard again. “I'm not going to lie to you, Uncle Brandon,” he said. “But I promise you that I have always respected Reagan and treated her with the utmost care.”

“If that were true, you wouldn't have convinced my baby girl to?—”

“I seduced him, Dad!” Reagan yelled as she burst into the room.

Dante sighed, and I stared at my daughter, dumbfounded.

“He wanted to wait,” she insisted. “It was me who convinced him.”

“Baby, I told you I could handle this,” Dante said gently.

Reagan shook her head adamantly. “I won't let you take the blame for something that was my fault.” She glared at my gun, then up at my face. “So, if you're going to shoot someone over this, shoot me.”

Dante jumped to his feet and moved to stand in front of Regan. If it had been anyone else, I would have been offended that he thought I would shoot my own daughter. But I knew the boy better than that. He was showing me that he would protect her with his life. I lowered my weapon and sighed in defeat. “Okay, baby girl.”

I put my gun down and opened my arms. She walked right into them, and I enveloped her in a giant hug. “You have my blessing.” Her face raised, and she beamed at me.

“Thank you, Daddy. I love you.”

I hugged her close again and rested my cheek on the top of her head. “I love you, too. I want you to be happy.” My eyes drifted to Dante, filled with warning. “And if anyone ever hurt you, family or not, they'd never be seen again because chancesare, they'd be at the bottom of the East River with cement shoes and a hole in their head.” Dante nodded in understanding.

Carly walked into the room and over to my side. She beamed up at me, reminding me where Reagan got her radiance and beautiful smile. “Let the kids go celebrate,” she said softly. Since I'd never been able to deny her anything, as long as it didn't involve her safety, I kissed the top of Reagan's head and released her. She scampered over to Dante and slipped under his arm and placed her head on his chest.

My heart squeezed once more as I thought about how she used to cuddle up to me just like that. I had to accept the fact that she would be turning to someone else from now on.

“It was going to be someone,” Carly murmured low enough for my ears only. “Wouldn't you rather it be him?”

I curled my arms around her waist and pulled her into my side. “Doesn't mean I have to like it,” I grunted, earning a snicker and condescending pat on my ass from my wife. Reagan blew me a kiss before she and Dante left, still glued to each other.

“You'd better get used to it, babe. You're going to have to do this two more times. And Tommy doesn’t have anymore sons to make it a little easier on you.”

I lifted her chin with my index finger and glared down at her. “Are you trying to piss me off, kitten?”

“Of course not.” The look in her eyes said otherwise.

“I think you're angling to be punished. It seems to me, you've earned it anyway,”

Carly licked her lips and canted her head to the side. “What could I have possibly done to warrant being punished?” Her green eyes glittered with amusement even as they swirled with dark desire.

I guided her around, so she was standing directly in front of me. Then I gripped a fistful of her shirt and lifted her onto her toes. “You knew, didn't you? About Reagan and Dante.” I didn'thave to spell it out; she knew I was talking about them sleeping together.

She bit her lip and nodded.

Our other three kids were at school, so I glared at her and tore her shirt straight down the front. She gasped, but it turned into a moan when I cupped her tits and rubbed my thumbs over her nipples. “You've been a naughty little pussy cat, kitten.” I slipped a hand around to the back of her flirty skirt and unzipped it. It fell easily and pooled around her feet. Then I palmed one ass cheek and groaned at the feel of her naked skin. “You know I don't like it when any part of you is naked around anyone but me,” I growled.

“I'm not naked,” she argued breathlessly. “I'm wearing a thong.”

My cock pulsed with need as it grew until the skin was painfully stretched. “Your ass is naked.” I lifted my hand and brought it down with a loud smack. Carly shivered and moaned and my dick began leaking steadily, begging for attention. I spanked her a few more times, slapping each cheek equally. When I couldn't take it anymore, I put my hands on her shoulders and urged her to drop to her knees. She readily complied and looked up at me with a wide-eyed, innocent expression. We both knew it was bullshit; my woman loved to get dirty. But for some reason, her virginal act always got me hot as fuck, and she knew it.

I flicked the button on my slacks and freed my aching cock. “Your spanking was for the thong, kitten, but now you're going to make up for keeping me in the dark about our little girl.” I put pressure on her chin with my thumb. “Open up,” I commanded.

She immediately obeyed, parting her lips. “Lose the bra, kitten.” When she tossed it away, her big tits bounced and my mouth watered. But my cock was too hungry for me to feast on her pink nipples right at that moment. I pumped my rock harddick a few times before guiding it into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. “Suck my cock, kitten,” I ordered. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she sucked on it. “Oh, fuck yeah,” I shouted. “Take me deep, kitten, yes!” She went down on my dick with gusto, practically swallowing me whole. “Fuck! Oh, fuck yes, baby!” It didn't take long before I exploded, and I bellowed her name as I spurted down her throat. I came so hard I almost blacked out.

Once I was able to catch my breath and was steady enough, I helped her up and spun her around to face the desk. I used a hand between her shoulder blades to push her down and placed her palms firmly on top. Then I dropped to my knees behind her and took the firm globes of her ass in my hands. Spreading her cheeks, I spied the tiny string of her thong and irritation speared through my fog of lust. “I'm pretty sure I've made my stance on thongs real fucking clear over the years, kitten,” I growled. I yanked on the strings at her hips and snapped them, so the thing fell away.

“Did you?” she panted, sounding smug. I sat back and stared at her creamy, white skin. Clearly, the last spanking hadn't been hard enough because there was no hint of pink remaining on her cheeks. I slapped one ass cheek and grunted in satisfaction when a red handprint appeared on the globe. I gave the other the same treatment, then rubbed them to soothe the sting. After repeating the whole process two more times, I spread her cheeks again and licked my lips again as I admired the view. “I love this pretty little pussy,” I purred before leaning in and taking a long lick through her folds. “I'll never get enough of your taste.

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