Page 81 of Auctioned To Her Dad's Mafia Enemies

“Yes.”

My cheeks heat, and he smiles. “But you wantmore.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His hands grip my ass, pulling me forward. “Areyou sure?” He slides the head of his cock through my wetness, and I shudder.

I shake my head because I know that’s what hewants: a little game where he can flaunt his power and take what he shouldn’t.

“Don’t worry, princess. It’ll only hurt alittle.”

He notches at my entrance, and I watch as heforces the head of his dick inside me, his thickness spreading me open. Then heshoves hard, tugging me down, and I gasp at the stretch. It does hurt becauseI’m sore, but he was right. Only a little. A perfect violation.

Resting my hands on his shoulders, I bracemyself as he throbs inside me and latches onto my nipple, biting down. When Icry out, he licks me like a cat, soothing the hurt.

“Hold her hands,” he says, and Alexisresponds, peeling my arms from his brother's shoulders and securing them behindmy back with his strong fingers.

Luca moves my body like I’m a doll, aplaything, but he doesn’t take his eyes off mine, trapping us together in anunbreakable stare, one that pins me in place more effectively than Alexis’grip. Luca’s fingers trace along my jaw, achingly slow, his touch possessiveand reverent like he’s memorizing the shape of me. The heat in his eyes issharp, searing through me with unspoken promises of things I can barely dare tofathom.

He tilts my chin higher with a single knuckle,forcing me to expose my throat to him, and a dark smile tugs at his lips, onethat’s more predator than man. My breathing quickens, shallow and uneven, but Ican’t look away. I don’t want to.

“Like this,” he murmurs, his voice a low,dangerous rasp. His thumb brushes over my lower lip, testing its softness, hisexpression darkening when I tremble beneath his touch. He likes it. Myvulnerability. My surrender.

Alexis’ fingers flex around my wrists, hisgrip tightening ever so slightly as though reminding me of my captivity. Hisbreath skims the shell of my ear, and he chuckles softly, the sound low andwicked, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Look at you,” Luca continues, his gaze moltensteel as I move in slick strokes, taking his cock as deep as I can. His handdrags down my throat, slow and deliberate, letting me feel every calloused inchof him as he travels lower. “So fragile… so fucking beautiful.” His eyes narrowslightly. “Ours.”

The possessiveness in that single word makesmy knees buckle, but Alexis holds me steady, his chest pressed firmly to myback. Luca notices, of course. He always notices. His eyes glimmer withsatisfaction as he watches me sway helplessly between them.

“Hold her tighter,” Luca orders, his voicebarely above a growl, but there’s no mistaking the authority in it. Alexisobeys instantly, his arm a cage around me, keeping me upright.

And then Luca’s mouth slants over mine, roughand claiming, no hesitation, no softness. His lips demand—command—as hisfingers wrap around my throat, holding me exactly where he wants me. His kissis all fire and dominance, and I meet it with a helpless moan, starving formore.

My wrists flex against Alexis’ grip, but hedoesn’t loosen his hold. Instead, he tightens his fingers, breathing against myear with a dark, satisfied chuckle.

“You’re not going anywhere,bella,” Alexismurmurs, his voice thick with sinister amusement, his grip unyielding. “You’reexactly where you belong.”

Antonio approaches, his gray eyes a storm ofhunger and uncertainty, and he strokes my arm, then my breasts, watching myskin pebble with goosebumps.

“Play with her clit,” Luca orders, and whenAntonio circles there gently, I buck on Luca’s cock.

Luca leans in just enough to drag his teethover my lower lip, his eyes hooded and feral with lust. He brushes his lipsagainst mine again—a cruel ghost of a kiss—before pulling back entirely,leaving me trembling.

He trails a finger along my throat one lasttime, and his voice comes out low and wrecked. “No more running, Aemelia.” Hiseyes blaze with warning. “Never again.”

Then he thrusts up hard, holding me in place,ruthlessly pounding into me until I’m coming again, as fast as a whip crack. “OhGod… oh… fuck… I… I…”

“That’s it,” he growls, “Yes. Fuck. Yes. Comeall over my cock…” Then he jerks inside me, spilling into my pussy, mashing mypelvis against his, my name on his lips like a prayer. “Aemelia, fuck, yes, doit. Take it. Take my fucking cum.”

And I do. We’re a mess between our bodies, andI’m limp and wrecked, but it’s okay. It’s more than okay. It’s perfect.

Antonio instructs Alexis to release me andlifts me from Luca’s lap. He carries me like a sleeping child to my waitingbed, resting my body gently against the crisp white comforter. Antonio lowersme with such care that it makes my throat tighten, and the tenderness in histouch undoes me more than the bruising grip of Luca’s hands or the mercilessstrength in Alexis’ hold.

He lingers over me, his breath warm against mytemple as he presses my body into the mattress. His palm glides down my arm,his fingers tracing lazy patterns into my skin as though committing me tomemory. I exhale shakily, blinking up at him through the haze of my wreckeddesire.

“Rest,bella,” he murmurs, his voice a low, rasping command,but there’s a softness there, a gentleness he doesn’t bother to hide. Hisknuckles graze my cheek, featherlight, and his eyes—storm-dark andheavy-lidded—search mine with almost unbearable intensity.

I should be spent, too weak to respond, butthe way he looks at me like I’m some rare, exquisite treasure he never thoughthe’d hold ignites a whole new ache deep in my chest. My fingers tremble as Ireach for him, slipping over his shoulder and his chest.

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