Page 75 of Auctioned To Her Dad's Mafia Enemies

She nods, her lashes heavy with arousal andsubmission. I palm her breast and pinch her tight little nipple, hungry todiscover every part of her. “If you want me to stop, just tell me… sayfermariand the game will be over.”

Another nod. A promise unspoken. I tuck a lockof hair behind her ear.

“Now, get on your knees, Aemelia. Get on yourknees for Daddy. Show me what a good girl you are.”

I brace myself for hesitation, for thelingering defiance I saw in her eyes during those first days when I spanked hersweet ass, made her kiss my feet, and touched her without permission. But thereis none. This time, she slides to the floor without a trace of hatred orreluctance, her palms resting on the ground, her wide eyes full of trust andneed. I touch her cheek with the fingers that smell of her and spread my legs. “Takeme out,” I command. “See what you’ve done to me.”

Her nimble fingers make quick work of thebelt, my button, my zipper, her touch hesitant but eager. She pauses at myboxer briefs, tracing the rigid outline of my straining cock.

“See what you did. See what touching yourpretty pussy does to me.”

Her tongue swipes over her bottom lip as Ireach to palm my dick. It aches in my grip, the skin stretched tight, engorgedwith blood and heat. At the top, a pearl waits for her tongue.

“Look at what you do to me, sweet girl,” Irasp, fisting myself roughly. “You make me so hard, kitten. You make me lose myfucking mind.”

As I stroke my cock harshly, she watches. “Giveme your hand.”

Her dark eyes flick to mine, searching. Thenshe shakes her head just a little. Oh, Aemelia. How perfect you are, waitingfor my order. “Give it to me.”

She lifts her right hand from the floorslowly, reluctantly, playing my little game in a way I didn’t expect. I take itroughly, pressing her palm to my fabric-covered thigh, sliding it up and upuntil she’s close to my dick. “You want to make me feel good, don’t you,princess? Like I’m going to make you feel good.”

Taking the tip of her index finger, I coat itwith my arousal and rub it over her lip. “Taste me.” My dick thickens as shelicks her bottom lip. “Now, touch me.”

I curl her fingers around my shaft, the firsttouch of her small, warm hand like a lick over my balls. Showing her how tightto hold me, I move her hand up and down in long, hard strokes, twisting on theway up and down. “No,” she whispers, a fragile protest. “I don’t want to.”

But her hand doesn’t stop. And she doesn’t saythe safe word.

She’s mesmerized, her fingers moving over me,and I feel the victory settle deep in my bones.

“Your mouth. Give me your mouth.” I cup theback of her neck, tugging her closer. “Open.”

She obeys, and I guide her, pressing the thickhead of my cock against the flat of her waiting tongue. Like she understandsthe complex tapestry of my black heart, she remains still, waiting. Her warmbreath gusts over the head, and I close my eyes, forcing myself to remain inthe momentbefore.

“Such a good girl,” I praise, my voice tightwith restraint. “Now suck.”

The wet heat of her mouth is perfect, a slow,torturous slide that has me groaning. She learns quickly, working me over, andI take a mental picture of this moment, knowing I’ll never forget it.

“Eyes on me, Aemelia,” I hiss, the clasp ofher lips a perfect pressure. Slow, up and down movements draw my belly andballs tight.

“Good,” I growl. “So good, kitten. You knowjust how to make Daddy feel good.”

As I tip my head back, relaxing into the slowslide of her mouth, the door to the penthouse slams close, and footsteps thudagainst the marble.

“Luca?” Antonio’s deep voice thunders throughthe space, cutting into my pleasure.

“In here.”

Aemelia stiffens, but I keep my grip firm,holding her in place. “Don’t stop,” I order. She hesitates for a moment, thencontinues as Antonio enters the room. When he takes in the sight of Aemelia onher knees between my wide-spread legs, his confident stride falters, andconfusion flickers over his expression. Behind him, Alexis comes to a halt, buthe’s quicker to regain his composure and quicker to smile.

“What is it?” I ask, my voice calm andcontrolled. Aemelia continues her work, seemingly unaffected, but I knowdifferently. She’ll be wet between her thighs, dripping at the thought of mybrothers watching us.

Antonio’s posture stiffens like a metal rod isforced through his spinal column. “Who shall I send?” he asks.

I rattle off eight names—our most reliable menand our maternal cousin, who’s known only asilcoltello.Pleasure builds, but I hold myself rigid against the urge to shift my hips, tothrust, to arch my spine and empty deep in Aemelia’s throat.

“Tonight?” Alexis asks.

“Now,” I say. “They take him to the cellarsand keep him there until I’m ready to take my revenge. We send a message thatno one comes for our precious girl.” I stroke Aemelia’s hair, and she humsaround my dick. I watch my brothers shift, their cocks already hard, tentingthe front of their pants as they focus on Aemelia.

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