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She nods.

“Use your words,” I coax, and press kisses down the column of her neck. Unable to help myself, my tongue traces over her flesh. Fuck, I’d love to mark it with something more permanent that tells everyone she’s mine.

“Y-yes, Daddy.” She chews on her bottom lip.

“Now, open your legs nice and wide and push your panties to the side. I want your slick cunt on display, dripping with my cum while you suck on me.” Triumph flares in my chest at the way her eyes bulge and her mouth falls open. I lean back and unbuckle my belt, lower my zipper, then pull out my throbbing cock. “You’re going to suckDaddy all the way to the restaurant, and if you’re a good girl later, I’ll let you swallow my cum.” Her cheeks redden, and I relish it. Glancing up, I catch Massio staring back at me.Yes, fuckwit, I control and own every inch of her.Then she sinks her mouth down on my cock, and my lips part while I hold his stare. She slides her panties to the side, tucking them in her asscheek, and I delight in knowing my cum has marked her.

My fingers tangle in her silky locks. “Daddy’s little pet is a slut for cock, isn’t that right, Gracie?”

She attempts to lift her head, but I hold it in place, taking great delight in the way Massio flicks his eyes away.

“Good girl,” I croon, resting my free arm over the back of the seat.

Mine.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Vinny

Massio steps forward and takes hold of my elbow when I step out of the SUV. “Was that really necessary?” he hisses in my ear, and I glare down to his grasp before slicing my gaze up toward his.

He pales and swallows thickly, dropping his hand in the process. “I’m not interested in your girl, Vinny.” His eye implore mine.

“I know that. Just making sure she knows who owns her.” I smirk and breeze past him to round the vehicle to unclip her.

The blush that creeps over her face as she steps out is adorable, and the way she lowers her eyes when her hand slips into mine is simply perfect. “Good girl,” I whisper next to her ear, and she shudders.

Stepping inside the restaurant, I march toward the private room reserved solely for us and throw a venomous glare in the server’s direction when he attempts to pullout Gracie’s chair. Taking it from him, I hold it out for her, then she slips onto the seat, and I slide her beneath the table.

When the server hands us the menus, I watch in fascination as Gracie scans over it; her eyes bounce all over the page, and heat creeps up over her neck. She looks on the verge of a panic attack.

“What’s wrong?”

She rolls her lip into her mouth but doesn’t lift her face to answer me. It’s almost like she’s shutting down. Does she have an eating disorder? Hazel mentioned she barely eats.

For the first time since meeting her, I look at her in a new light. She’s petite, slim build, almost fragile. My teeth ache, and I realize I’m clenching them.

She clears her throat. “May I have some fruit please?”

Her soft voice is clouded with uncertainty, but I decide to test the boundaries. “What about pancakes with the fruit?”

“They do pancakes?”

I glance down at the menu, suddenly unsure. They will create anything I order; I do, after all, own the damn place. Sure enough, there are pancakes.

“Page two, bottom of the page.”

She flips the page over and squints, then quickly places the menu down. “Can I have buttermilk ones please?”

“Do you want chocolate chips?”

She nods coyly, with her hair acting as a curtain to hide her features, but my focus remains on her. She’s skittish, a nervousness about her I haven’t witnessed before.Alarm bells ring in my head, telling me something is off, but what, I’m unsure.

“What fruit would you like?”

She blinks, then clears her throat. “Apple?”

My eyes ping-pong over her face. “Apple?”

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