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“Please,” I whisper, keeping my eyes lowered,my lips parted, ready. Alexis demanded my plea, but Luca didn’t need to.

He turns so his face is buried in my hair, hismouth so close to my ear I can feel the dampness of his breath.

“Say it properly.”

My pulse pounds. Shame and desire war in mychest, but in the end, only one wins.

“How?”

He touches my ear with his lips, and a shudderwracks my body. “Please, Daddy,” he says firmly, and I finally understand.

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LUCA

DADDY’S LITTLE PRINCESS

Aemelia trembles in my arms as I whisper thewords that will expose my darkest desires, and I wait for her response; for themoment she’ll either surrender to me completely or fight against what we bothknow she craves.

She’s been standing on her own for so long,abandoned by the one man who should have protected her. Her father left her inthe hands of his enemies, and she’s had to survive in a world that has shownher no mercy. But I want her to know she doesn’t have to be strong all thetime—not with me.

I want her on her knees. I want her to trustme enough to break for me, to let me be the one who takes care of her,cherishes her, and shields her from the rest of the world until the end of mydays. Just the feel of her tucked against my chest, her warmth sinking into me,is enough to unravel me.

Every second that ticks by feels like aneternity, the air between us static with anticipation. The room closes aroundme, my heart a drum pounding in my ears. Will she say it? Will she give me whatI need?

“Please, Daddy,” she whispers, her bodymelting against mine, handing over the last of her resistance as I close myeyes, letting her submission seep inside me, groaning low and deep like a manon the brink of madness.

I was right. From the moment I saw her acrossthe room at my sister's wedding, I could sense we were made for each other. Iknew she’d burn my restraint to the ground. She’s been the fire in my veinsever since.

Releasing her wrists, I bring each one to mylips, kissing softly over the delicate skin where my grip might have bruised,finding the heart birthmark that started this whole thing.

“Amurimiu,” I mouth against her skin, over and over, brandingher with my words. I cradle her face in my hands and stare into her eyes. “Iknow what you need,” I tell her. “I know how to take away the noise in yourhead. Submit to me, and everything will be better. I will tear the fabric ofthe world apart to keep you safe.”

She closes her beautiful dark eyes as I kissher, keeping it slow and chaste, making her ache for more. When she’s pliant,whimpering against my lips, I pull back. “Put this hand around my neck and thisone on my knee.”

She obeys without hesitation.

“Now, open your legs for me, sweet girl. Openyour legs for Daddy.”

In her pink nightgown, she’s every man’sdream, but especially mine. Delicate yet willing, her body trembles beneath myhands. Her eyes are wide, watching as I slide my palm up the inside of herthigh, relishing the warmth of her skin. She spreads her legs wider at myurging, jerking when I stroke the tips of my fingers over her panties, the dampheat against my touch igniting all that is feral inside me.

It would be so easy to flip her onto the bed,yank her underwear aside, and take her until I explode, but that’s not what Iwant.

This first time, I want to make memories. Iwant to teach my sweet baby girl what it takes to sleep in my bed every night…what it means to belong to me.

Because she will. By the time we’re done,there will be nothing for her to go back to that will ever be better than whatshe has here.

TheLambrettiswillblame her for Enzo’s death, her mother and brother will drain her dry if shelets them, but I won’t allow that. She belongs to me.

I drag my fingers higher, pressing against herclit, circling with the lightest touch as she lets her legs drop open furtherand arches her spine.

“Does that feel good, kitten?” I whisper. “Doyou like it when I touch you?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I like it.”

I slip beneath the lace of her panties,finding her soaked for me, stroking, teasing, pushing her to the edge beforewithdrawing, savoring the way her body jerks with need.

“This… what we’re doing, it’s a game I like toplay. Do you understand?”

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