Page 90 of Born into Mayhem
Lev says something that makes her laugh, and then a few seconds later, she groans. “Really, Dad?” Another pause, and then she says, “Okay, yeah, I know. I love you, too. Tell Mom I’ll call tomorrow. Bye.”
Instead of hanging up, she holds the phone out to me. “He wants to talk to you.”
I’m forced to take my hand off her thigh so I can grab the phone, but I quickly put it on speaker. Lev’s voice fills the car as I snake my hand back under Mia’s dress and up her thigh.
“Is everything really going okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, it’s good, Lev,” I tell him, ignoring the glare I know Mia is giving me. Her entire body is stiff as I trail my fingers up her thigh. “Mia’s doing a great job,” I add, and then turn my head to give her adorably angry face a quick wink.
“Of course she is,” Lev growls. He’s quiet for a second, and while he thinks, I slide my fingers higher, grinning when I feel her slick arousal coating her inner thighs.
She grabs my wrist right as her dad asks, “Are you behaving yourself, Dario?”
Unable to resist, I drag my finger higher, running it along her soaking wet slit before gently caressing her piercing.
“I always behave myself, Lev,” I say, which isn’t an answer, and I’mguessing he knows it. When I tell him the truth, he’s going to remember this conversation and probably shoot me for it.
“I will fucking kill you slowly,” he threatens and Mia’s fingers tighten around my wrist. I’m all set to fight her if she tries to pull me off her, but she surprises the fuck out of me by pushing my finger lower and then forcing me inside her just like she’d done earlier.
My naughty fucking girl.
I look over, memorizing the sight of her. She’s barely illuminated by the interior lights, but I can see enough to know she’s biting her lip to keep from moaning while her head tilts back and her eyes close.
“I know you will,” I tell her dad as his daughter forces my finger all the way in.
I’ve done a lot of questionable things in my time, but fingering Mia while I talk to her dad has got to be number two on the list—right below fucking her.
There’s a heavy sigh on the other end of the line, and I know he’s debating whether or not to get on the next flight, but I’m too busy feeling his daughter’s tight pussy clench around my finger to care about his dilemma. I work my finger in and out of her, feeling her hips gently move to meet my thrusts.
Finally, he says, “Keep her safe, Dario. I’m trusting you with my daughter.”
“I promise no harm will come to her,” I tell him, easily making that particular promise while I drag my finger along her inner wall and work her piercing in the way that drives her crazy. “This should be over soon, Lev. Leonardo saw her tonight, and I know he took the bait. He’ll be coming for her soon, and when he does, we’ll take him out.”
I’m trying to reassure him so he won’t get his Russian ass on a plane and ruin everything, but the truth is this won’t be over in a few days. This thing between me and his daughter has only just started, and I’m about to become the second son-in-law he never wanted. I’ll let him have a few more days of ignorance, though. There’s no point in giving him something else to worry about.
“I’ll let you know when we’ve got him,” I tell him, knowing I needto get off the phone before Mia starts moaning. Judging by how badly she’s trembling, she’s not going to last too much longer.
“Just keep her safe,” he says before hanging up. As soon as I hear the call disconnect, I rub her clit, pushing her over the edge as she throws her head back and moans my name. Her fingers grip my wrist while she rocks her hips, coming just as hard as she had earlier at the party.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling her orgasm run through her and soak my hand. “You kinky little thing.” I soften my movements, lazily stroking her through the aftershocks. “I shouldn’t be surprised,piccola vipera, but I am.”
She gives me a satisfied smile and relaxes the grip she has on my wrist while her muscles turn languid and she sinks deeper into the seat.
“My dad had nothing to do with that,” she says.
“I think he did.” I lightly circle her swollen, sensitive clit. “I think you got off on knowing he was on the line.”
“That’s gross,” she says, making me laugh.
“There’s nothinggrossabout anything we do. I’m not saying you got off on hearing your dad’s voice.”
“Please don’t ever say those words to me again.”
“Relax, sweetheart,” I say and tap her clit hard enough to make her gasp. “All I’m saying is there’s nothing wrong with getting turned on by something just because it feels taboo. You know you’re not supposed to be with me, you know I’m twice your age, and you know your dad would’ve had a fit if he’d known what I was doing to you while we talked, and all of that made you come all over my hand.”
“Jesus,” she whispers.
I gently tap her piercing. “You were never a rule follower, Mia, and I’m not at all surprised you’re kinky. If you ever want to call me daddy while we fuck, you can.”
