Page 20 of Mafia Daddy's Girl

There's dried blood crusted on the side of my face, and a huge purple bruise blooming on my jaw. I look like hell, but I don't care. All I want is to be close to Sandro.

He leads me under the spray of water, helping me wash away the blood and grime from the warehouse. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as he carefully cleans my body. When we're both clean, he wraps me in a towel and carries me back to the bed.

I let him dress me in one of his T-shirts, then burrow against his chest, needing to feel him close. He holds me tight, kissing my forehead.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I should have protected you."

"It's not your fault." I shake my head. "You didn't know Marco was the one who betrayed Enzo."

"I should have known." He sounds pained. "I should have seen the signs."

"No one else did." I lift my head, looking into his eyes. "You couldn't have known. It isn't your fault."

He doesn't answer.

I sigh softly, resting my head on his chest again. "Can you just hold me? I need you."

Sandro does as I ask, and at first, it's perfect. Being in his arms is all I need at first, but as the tension winds down, it's replaced by a thrumming fear over what has happened to me today.

I'm alive, I keep telling myself.I'm alive.

And nothing makes me feel more alive than when Sandro is inside me.

I shift in his arms until I can press my lips to his, and he responds immediately, kissing me back with a hunger that takes my breath away. It's like a switch has been flipped, and now the only thing either of us can think about is getting closer.

His hands slide under the shirt I'm wearing, skimming up my sides until he finds my breasts. He teases my nipples, making me gasp. "Sandro..."

"Are you sure,tesoro?"he asks, his voice a low growl. "Because if we start this, I'm not going to stop until I've fucked you senseless."

"Yes," I whisper, kissing him again. "Please, Sandro, I need you. I need to feel you."

He doesn't need any more encouragement. He rips the shirt off me in one swift move, baring my body to him. He groans at the sight, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of his mouth sends shivers through me, and I moan.

Sandro kisses and sucks at my breasts until I'm trembling before he puts his hands on my hips and coaxes me into flipping over onto my knees, his palms moving to cup my asscheeks. I wiggle back into his touch, sucking in a breath when his questing fingers graze my back entrance.

"I want to fuck your ass, Emmy," he rumbles. "I want to give you something so intense that I burn all the fear of today away."

"Yes," I pant, pushing back into his hand. Anything to feel him inside of me, to be one with Alessandro. I trust him.

His finger rubs back and forth over my tight ring, making me shudder. I’m nervous, but my arousal wins out.

"So fucking sexy," he growls, leaning down to kiss the back of my neck. Then he's gone, and I hear the sound of the nightstand drawer opening, followed by the snap of a bottle opening. A moment later, he's back, and I feel the cool touch of lubricant as he drizzles some between my cheeks.

His finger swirls through the slick liquid, rubbing over my puckered hole before slipping inside. I gasp at the strange intrusion, but the pleasure of the sensation quickly takes over.

"So fucking tight," he groans, thrusting his finger in and out. "I can't wait to fuck this virgin little hole."

I whimper, rocking back against his finger. He adds a second digit, stretching me carefully.

"That's it,tesoro.Take it. You're going to look so fucking gorgeous with my cock buried in your ass."

Sandro slowly works me open, adding a third finger when he thinks I'm ready, until I'm practically begging for more. He gives my ass a playful smack, then he pulls his fingers out, gripping my hips tightly.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," I moan. "Please, Daddy."

He lines himself up with my ass, then begins to press forward. The pressure is intense, but it doesn't hurt. It feels incredible. I take a deep breath and push back against him, and his cock slides inside of me, inch by tight inch.

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