Page 14 of Mafia Daddy's Girl

After dinner, we take a walk on the deck, and then return to our seats. The captain kills the engine, and suddenly everything is quiet except the sound of the water lapping at the hull of the boat. It's peaceful, and I look over to see Emilia leaning on the rail, staring out at the water. I stand next to her, slipping an arm around her waist. It’s chilly, but with her pressed against me, I don’t mind.

"It's beautiful," she murmurs.

"You're beautiful, Emilia."

She turns her head, looking at me. "You really think so?"

"I know so."

Emilia smiles, and I lean in, kissing her softly. It’s unhurried, and I take time to trace her bottom lip with my tongue, kissing the corners of her mouth before slanting my lips over hers and kissing her deeply once more. It’s slow and delicious.

"I want you to come home with me tonight,” I say the words against her lips.

Emilia isn’t ready for our night to be over, either. "Okay,"

We stay there, kissing until the engines start up again. Once the boat is docked, we get into the car and drive to my apartment. It's not far, but as soon as we're alone in the car, the energy between us changes from romantic to something sharper and more insistent.

It starts with her hand on my leg as I drive, her fingers tracing circles on my thigh, but it escalates quickly. Soon enough,Emmy's hand is in my lap, rubbing over the hardness in my slacks.

"Emilia..."

"I want you, Daddy."

I grit my teeth. "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to wait until we get there."

Her grin is mischievous, and I have to bite back a groan just from the look on her face. She's teasing me, but I know if I give her half a chance, she'll push me to the edge. My little girl is good, but she's still learning how to obey.

When we get to my building, I park in the garage, and we ride the elevator up to the top floor. The door hasn't even closed yet before she's on me again, her mouth pressing kisses to my neck and jaw.

"Sandro, please."

"Patience, sweetheart."

As soon as the door opens, I pick her up, carrying her bridal style into the apartment. Emilia wraps her legs around my waist, clinging to me. I kick the door shut, carrying her to the wide leather chair in the living room, the closest surface possible. After fucking her on my desk, I don't want to take her right on the floor in front of the door, but it's a close thing.

I place her in the chair, and she's immediately working at the buttons of my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders. She runs her fingers over my chest and down to the waistband of my pants, and I let her explore to her heart's content, even if it's taking a hell of a lot of self-control.

"Can I see you?" she asks shyly, her hand sliding over the bulge in my pants. "I mean all of you."

I nod, stepping back. "You're sure you're not too sore?"

"Please, Daddy."

Fuck.

I strip off my clothes, standing naked in front of her, and she bites her lip, her eyes raking over me. I've never felt so exposed. So vulnerable. And yet, it doesn't bother me. Not when Emilia is looking at me like I'm the most desirable man in the world.

"Can I touch you?" she asks softly.

"Whatever you want,tesoro."

Her hands come up, skimming over my pecs and down to my abs. She's teasing me, her fingertips brushing lightly over my skin.

"Emilia..."

"I like how you say my name."

"You do, hmm?"

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