Page 21 of Mafia Daddy's Girl

"Fuck, Emmy, your ass feels so good."

"Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me."

He doesn't need any more encouragement. His grip on my hips tightens and he starts to move, thrusting in and out of my ass in slow, deep strokes. The feeling is overwhelming, and just like he promised, all other thoughts leave my mind. There's only room for Sandro and the things he's making me feel.

"Oh, God. Yes, Daddy!" I cry, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me harder!"

"So fucking tight," he growls, slamming into me. "Such a good girl for me."

His hand slides around to my pussy, finding my clit and using his thumb to stroke it back and forth. Sharp, clear pleasure shoots through me, and I keen his name.

"Are you going to come for me?" Sandro grunts, his thumb working faster. "Are you going to come on my cock while I fuck your ass?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes!"

I can barely think, let alone form words, but I know I'm about to fall apart. Sandro knows just how to touch me to make me lose control, and he isn't letting up. The pressure in my core is building, threatening to explode...

And then it does.

My orgasm hits like a hurricane, crashing over me in wave after wave of pleasure. I scream his name, my entire body trembling as I ride the waves of ecstasy. Sandro groans, his hips stuttering against mine. "Fuck,tesoro,I'm going to come."

"Come for me, Daddy," I gasp. "Come in my ass."

That's all it takes. He slams into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt. I feel his cock pulse inside of me, filling my ass with his seed.

We collapse onto the bed, spent and satisfied. Alessandro pulls me into his arms, kissing me softly. "Are you okay?"

I nod. "Yeah, I'm perfect, actually."

He chuckles. "I'm sure you are. I'll be right back."

He slips out of the bed, and I watch him disappear into the bathroom. A moment later, he returns with a warm washcloth.He cleans me up, then tosses the cloth aside and joins me in bed again. I snuggle into his arms, letting out a happy sigh.

"You really are perfect,tesoro,"he murmurs, stroking my hair.

I smile against his chest, feeling totally safe for the first time since I heard Marco behind me. Despite all of the trauma from today, Sandro has eased my worries, and in minutes, I'm fast asleep in his arms.

A week later,I'm back at my desk, feeling more rested than I have in a long time. I've spent every night since the incident at Sandro's apartment, and while we haven't done much more than sleep and have sex, I can't deny how much I like waking up beside him every day.

Now, though, something feels off. Sandro is working himself to the bone, and while he keeps me close, the flash fire connection between the two of us has cooled somewhat. He isn't hiding that we're together anymore, that's for sure, but with Marco and his cronies gone, the entire DeLuca family has been in an upheaval. No one is ever really concerned with me, but now I might as well be a ghost.

Not that I mind. That's my place, and I like it. I just wish I didn't feel like a ghost to Sandro, too.

I've made a decision, and I know he isn't going to like it, but it might be enough to snap him out of his stupor. I've been going home with him every night without a second thought, but today I'm going to finish my shift and go downstairs to my own apartment. I don't plan on telling him, just doing it.

It's the only way to prove that I'm not going to be a doormat. I know I want Sandro, but I also need to consider what it would mean to be in a relationship with a mafia Boss. It's a dangerous world, and the man who's supposed to keep me safe has been shutting me out lately.

I want to fix things. I want to help Sandro, but I can't do that if he won't let me in.

My decision is solidified when, at 4:45 PM, I still haven't seen him since we arrived together this morning. He moved my desk into his office after the Marco incident, but the big empty space just feels wrong without Alessandro. I pack my things up, hoping to avoid seeing him by leaving a few minutes early, so there isn't a confrontation in front of family and staff inBellissimo.

Another change is my constant guard, a newly promoted associate-turned-soldier named Nico. He almost jumps out of his skin when I exit the office, which he's posted up outside of, and moves to escort me downstairs without a word. I don't bother complaining. I've done this song and dance now for a week, and there's no getting rid of Nico. Sandro must have put the fear of God in him.

My plan works, and Nico leaves me at my apartment door, not sure what to do. "I've got two locks on the door. You're dismissed, Nico. I'm fine."

"Mr. DeLuca gave me explicit instructions," he replies, shifting on his feet, looking uncomfortable.

"Do you want to sit outside my door all night?" I ask, arching a brow.

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