Page 11 of Mafia Daddy's Girl

I bristle, but choose to ignore him. If he keeps this up, I'll just leave.

"Can I buy you a drink, baby?"

"I'm good, thanks."

"Aw, come on. Let me get you a little somethin'."

I grit my teeth, looking him dead in the eye. "I said no. Now fuck off."

His hand comes down, groping at my ass. My breath hisses out through my teeth, and I'm just about to slap the hell out of him when a shadow appears behind us. Before I can say a word, Alessandro is there, the man's hand clenched in his fist.

"What the fuck?"

Alessandro doesn't answer. With his face contorted in rage, he raises the man's hand up, breaking his middle and index finger simultaneously. He cries out, the sound drowned out by the loud music, but he's silenced quickly as Alessandro breaks his ring finger, too.

Bellissimois eerily quiet, even though most of the booths are full.

"If you ever put your hands on her again, I'll fucking kill you."

He lets go, and the man falls to the floor, cradling his injured hand. He's pale, his eyes wide with terror. "S-sorry, Boss. I'm sorry?—"

"Get out."

I'm frozen. My heart is racing, and my eyes are locked on Alessandro. The other man stumbles to his feet and runs, but I don't even watch him leave. My attention is fully on Alessandro.

"Sandro…" His name is a whisper, and his eyes find mine. He's still in fight mode, but I know the violence isn't directed at me. "Sandro, please." My hand reaches out, touching his arm. He's stiff, but when I slide my fingers down, finding his, he takes it. "Let's go."

"Emilia—”

"Please, Sandro. Let's just go."

He looks at me for a long moment, and I can see him coming back down. His grip on me loosens, and I turn, tugging him after me.

"No one touches what's mine."

His words make my heart stutter, but I don't turn around. I keep walking, leading him out of the bar and up the back stairs to his office. The room is dark and cool, and he closes the door behind us, locking it.

"Emilia..."

"You don't need to apologize. I should have handled it before he had the chance to touch me. I just?—"

He turns me, his hands coming down to grip my waist, and kisses me. I'm caught off guard, but his touch makes me moan, my mouth opening under his. Sandro is everywhere, his hands roaming up and down my body, his tongue claiming mine, our teeth clicking together from the force of the kiss.

"You're mine, Emilia. My girl. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good," he growls, biting my bottom lip. "Now get naked for me, and show me what's mine."

The words make my blood run hot. I reach down, finding the hem of my dress and tugging it up, but Sandro stops me. "Slowly."

I nod, moving more slowly. The material slides up, inch by inch, and his eyes are glued to my legs. When the dress is bunched up at my hips, I slide it the rest of the way off, pulling it over my head and leaving me in only a bra and panties.

"Jesus, Emilia."

I'm emboldened by his reaction, and I reach around, unhooking the bra and tossing it aside. Sandro watches my every move, and his eyes lock onto my nipples as they harden, my breasts jiggling slightly with my movements.

"Keep going."

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