Page 9 of Mafia Daddy's Girl

Her answer is immediate, and so is the growl that escapes me. "You have me."

"Touch me," she begs, her hips moving against my hand. I can make her come right here in the bath, but there are better ways.

She's surprised when I scoop her up out of the water, uncaring that the water is soaking my pants as I wrap her in a towel and carry her to my bed. The sheets are dark, the room dim, and she's a vision lying on my bedspread, her damp skin and pink-tipped nipples the only thing that's visible.

I kiss her, long and deep, my hand sliding down her body to part her thighs. I can feel how wet she is, the moisture coating her thighs, and I slide one finger over her clit. She goes stiff, gasping, and then arches up, her head thrown back against the pillows.

"Oh, Sandro..."

The words are out of my mouth before I can give them a second thought. I know what I want from her, from this hot-as-fuck, brave woman I’ve chosen. "Call me Daddy, Emilia."

There's a moment of surprised silence, but her trust in me is absolute, even if I don't deserve it. "Okay … Daddy."

I want to reward her for how good she's being for me, so I spread her thighs wide. Her pussy is beautiful, pink and shining with wetness, and I slide my finger over her clit again, watching as her mouth opens and a cry leaves her lips. I dip my head, sucking one nipple into my mouth and circling the nub of nerves with the pad of my thumb.

When she's nearly shaking from need, I trail my mouth down her body until I reach my prize. My tongue slides over her pussy, tasting her sweetness, and her taste is everything I knew it would be. I lap at her clit, my fingers digging into her thighs as I spread them wider, and Emilia's hands come down to tangle in my hair.

"Please, please,"

I lick and suck, teasing her with the tip of my tongue, and her body is strung tight like a bowstring, ready to snap. I tease her entrance with one finger, but when I move to slide it in, hungry to feel how hot and tight she is, Emmy freezes.

"Sandro, wait."

I do, even though it takes every ounce of my willpower. "What's wrong?"

I look up and see her raised on her elbows, working her bottom lip between her teeth. "Sandro, I'm. Um. Well, I'm a virgin..."

Her words hit me like a freight train, and my heart hammers. The only thought in my head is that she's mine. Mine to have, mine to protect. Only mine. "Do you want me to stop?"

She shakes her head, her damp, dark hair flying. "No, I just wanted to tell you?—"

My mouth is back on her before she can finish the sentence. If I was hungry before, now I'm ravenous, devouring her cunt like it's the only thing that will keep me alive. I work a finger into her slowly, hesitating when I reach the barrier inside of her, but when Emmy rolls her hips towards me, wanting more, I push forward. She squeaks, the tiny bite of pain driven away as I lathe her clit with my tongue and work a second finger inside, curling them upwards.

Her body tenses and her pussy grips my fingers tight. Oh, she's close. I double my efforts, wanting to give her everything she's ever dreamed of, and soon enough, the orgasm rips through her. Emmy screams, her pussy spasming around my fingers, her thighs closing around my head. She's beautiful, coming hard for me, and when her body finally relaxes, I move up her body and let her taste herself on my lips.

"You're mine," I growl, and before she can say anything, I kiss her hard. I stroke her soft skin, holding her as aftershocks wear off.

"Yours, Daddy," she pants. "Yours."

It's ridiculous and indulgent and the exact opposite of what I should be doing with the smoking heap of my vehicle still outside Bellissimo, but I don't give a fuck. With Emmy safe and warm in my arms, we both doze off, leaving the hellish world behind us at least for a few hours.

4

EMMY

Iknow I’m playing a dangerous game, but at this point, I’m addicted to it.

I should be terrified. A freaking car bomb exploded ten feet away from me a few days ago! But compared to the things that have happened between me and Alessandro, the car bomb feels like nothing.

It’s making me foolish. Fooling around with the boss in any capacity is a recipe for disaster, but Alessandro might be the most dangerous man I’ve ever met. For some reason, though, I’m not afraid of him. He makes me feel safe, secure…

And way, way too turned on.

I haven't seen him in two days. There are meetings and dinners and late nights, and we've hardly crossed paths. It's driving me crazy. All I can think about is him. The way his hands felt on my skin, his fingers deep inside me. The way he growled my name. The way he demanded I call him Daddy.

I'm not going to lie. When he told me what he wanted, I was more than a little taken aback. But it only took a few seconds of thinking about him ordering me around, dominating me, taking care of me, to make it obvious why he likes the name. It fits him perfectly.

And now all I want is for him to make good on his promises. To care for me like he’s sworn he will. I shouldn’t want it, but damn, he’s under my skin.

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