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After pulling my arousal-coated fingers from me, I rub them vigorously over my clit and pant, “Yes, Daddy… so close…” My demanding touch is too much, and it quickly throws me over the edge. My release spills from me in a breathy groan, my thighs squeezing around my hand as I grind against the fingers pressed against my pussy.

Enzo grabs my hand, pulling me from the bed and onto his lap. With both hands now my ass, he lifts me high enough to press his cock to my entrance. “Now, be a good girl”—he drags me over him, filling me perfectly—“and show me how you fuck Daddy’s big, hard cock.”

My hands resting on his chest and my eyes locked on his, I grind over him. Every swirl of my hips draws groans and whimpers from us both, and he roughly palms my ass. The firm touch is a silent demand to ride him harder. I pick up my pace until I’m rocking over his length so energetically that I find myself becoming breathless. Sloppily kissing over my heaving breasts, he sucks one of my nipples and rolls the other between his fingers, and the added pleasurable sensation does me in. My head lolling, I cry out my release as it fires through every nerve in my body.

Enzo lifts us from the chair before dropping us onto the mattress. He barely misses a thrust as he adjusts between my spread thighs. He claims my mouth while taking me with fast,deep strokes—each leaving him grunting. And I love the raw savageness of it. I come explosively hard, clawing at his back as he plunders my mouth and swallows my screams.

Breaking our kiss, he stares down at me. “My sweet little princess”—he heavily exhales, drawing back his hips and slamming into me—“loves being fucked like Daddy’s little whore.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I barely muster as he quickly ramps up his thrusts to a punishing pace again. “I love how you fuck me.”

Gripping my inner thighs, Enzo pushes my legs wider. “I need to be deeper,” he grits, driving the entirety of himself into me. “I want to fill every last inch of this perfect fucking hole. Spend the night pumping you so full of cum that it spills from you with every thrust.”

“Please…” With my back arching from the bed and my hips rising to meet his, I beg, “I love the feel of your babies in me.”

“Oh… fuck… princess…” Enzo pants, fisting the sheets so hard as he comes that they pop free of the mattress. His rigid length twitches inside me, pumping his release into me. Buried to the hilt, he tenderly kisses my lips and takes my mouth again as he slowly softens inside me. But he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he flexes his hips, ensuring his flaccid length doesn’t fall from me.

“I’m going to stay right here,” he softly insists, his lips lightly traveling along the length of my neck. “My cock warming inside you until I grow hard again. So I can take you slow and tenderly, worshipping my perfect girl the way she deserves. Treating you like the princess you are.”

My hand dusts along the side of his face, and I whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you, princess. It’s in my blood—like every part of me was made to hold you, care for you, and worship you. You’re mine… My everything.”

A FEW DAYS LATER

Cillian’s Aston Martin hums beneath us as we drive down the FDR. Rain smears across the windshield in light streaks, and Fall Out Boy blares through the speakers as Cillian weaves through traffic—water sprays from the tires whenever he ventures too close to the shoulder. We’ve just finished dumping two bodies into the East River—two more men who thought it wouldn’t be a death sentence to cross The Kings—and need to put a little distance between us and ourdisposal.

I lean back in the passenger seat, my thumb flicking across the phone screen out of habit. Or boredom. My text messages load slowly.Probably shitty service because of the weather.The thread with Nikolai glitches when I open it, then loads a handful of old messages at once.Weird… Maybe it’s time for an upgrade.

You get back okay?

NIKOLAI

Still alive. Just walking through the door.

I’ve also just been instructed to order Chinese food for dinner.

I chuckle softly to myself.She is pretty fucking persistent when she wants something.

Jesus. She’s circled enough fucking entrées on the menu that we’re apparently going to have a buffet.

And be eating leftovers for the next week.

I glance at Cillian. “Your sister has decided we’re having Chinese for dinner.”

“Dumplings,” he blurts, abruptly changing lanes. “Make sure it’s the steamed ones, not the fried.”

I shoot Cillian’s request to Nikolai. Then add in a request for crab rangoons.Apparently, it is going to be a buffet.

Jesus. She’s circled enough fucking entrées on the menu that we’re apparently going to have a buffet.

And be eating leftovers for the next week.

Really, Nik? The same messages? Because that’s not an obnoxious way to get a response at all.

I got it! Way too much food.

Cillian pulls to a stop at the gate for the parking garage, and my phone buzzes again.

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