Page 19 of The Sicilian Princess
She shook her head, not amused. I motioned her over to sit down and eat. I'd ordered bacon and eggs, plus a side of some fruit for her. Not that she had been paying attention, but I watched everything she ate, or I had Maddox on the lookout. She didn't eat enough fruits and vegetables. I brought it up to Doc Brown in my spare time, and he told me how important it was to keep her body healthy. That's why some of her rules involved eating and drinking. I needed to make sure she was in peak physical condition. That was how I could keep her safe. I cleared my throat, thinking of another reason I needed to keep her safe. I needed to get down to the bottom of who she was running from.
As Rose started eating, I bluntly asked her for the truth, "What are you running from?"
A piece of bacon hung from her mouth as she stopped mid-motion. She looked like a spooked animal, but this was going to make or break our new relationship. She was either going to lie and be punished or tell the truth. I saw the decision warring on her face until she finally gave in to one.
"My family," she said, resigned.
"Why?" I wouldn't lie. It was a relief to know there wasn't some guy trying to force her back to him. I would fight for her, of course. I just didn't want it to come to that.
"My real name is Rosalina Picone." I halted my coffee short of my mouth, in shock. Rose looked me right in the eyes and stated, "I'm princess of the Picone crime famiglia."
I gulped. She had just dropped the biggest bomb, and I didn't know what to do from there. We ate quietly after her news. I couldn't taste anything I was putting in my mouth. What were the odds that a rival family's daughter just happened to show up here where I was hiding out? I couldn't let this lie. I needed to dig deeper.
"Why in the world would you run from a crime family?" I acted like I had never heard her family name. It wasn't good for our newfound relationship to withhold information, but what use would she have from my past?
She answered that in her next sentence. "My father wanted me, no ordered me, to marry Capo Thomas Romano, of the Falcone crime famiglia." Her accent was deeper when she spoke of home.
I wanted to run as far away from her as I could. I knew she was trouble. She had ties not only to a rival crime family, but to my own empire. They would all be searching for her. Romano, that fat fuck, he was a dealer of flesh and drugs. My father looked the other way, but only because he made a shit ton of money. I didn't know he'd made capo, though. They had probably promoted him when I went missing. Someone had to take the job. Fuck, this wasn't good. I couldn't lose my shit in front of Rose.
I tried to be nonchalant. "Come on."
Neither of us was eating anymore, so I led her to the bed. I handed her the remote and tucked her into my body. Cuddling was the best form of relaxation, and although I would rather my cock be buried deep into her cunt, that wasn't an option right now. We were too raw from her sharing vital information.
I ran a hand over her stomach gently, not paying attention to what she put on the television. I was too lost in trying to formulate a plan. I wasn't giving Rose up. She was my little thorn. The more time I spent with her, the more I began to believe that she was the one for me. I wasn't sure how she felt, but I knew with time, she would love me as well. I just needed to keep her safe from the mafia.
I texted Maddox, checking on the ranch. As usual, everything was fine there, and he said he had it all underway for the rest of the week. I grinned, thinking about all the training she was about to endure for me. My precious Rose. My eyelids fluttered down as the sound of some show droned in the background and the scent of my little thorn tantalized my nostrils. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face and Rose's giggle in the background.
A little while later, I woke with Rose on top of me. How she got there, I won't ever know. Her curves were against my hard body and my cock had risen at attention. It was time to pluck my little thorn's flower. I was sure she wasn't a virgin, but she was tight. She probably hadn't had many partners. I'd also stolen her blood results from Doc Brown. She didn't have any STDs and she was on an IUD. That meant I didn't have to wrap up. It could be me, bare inside my baby girl. The very thought had me leaking. I would make this a lesson of trust as well. If she didn't ask me about the lack of condom, then she trusted me, but if she did, then I had more work cut out for me this week.
She wiggled over the top of my erection, and I grinned—time to play. I rubbed myself over her clit. She wasn't wearing her boy shorts, so her pussy was bare and open to me. My precum was mixing with her juices. She wasn't awake yet, but she would be soon. I gently flipped her, so she was on her back, and went down for my feast. A short while later, and she was writhing underneath my tongue. Her cries were muffled by her hands, and that just wouldn't do. I stopped what I was doing, causing her to whimper in protest. Then I went over to my clothes and grabbed my belt. I looped it around her wrists twice and strapped her wrists to the headboard.
"I want to hear your cries, baby girl." I went back down and thrust my tongue in and out of her. She rode it, and I let her this time. This would be the last time I allowed her to pleasure herself without any direction. Next time, I would take control and force her to lie still while I played.
"Come on my tongue, baby girl. I want to feel you come hard for me." I roughly shoved a finger in to help her go over.
She screamed her orgasm as her back lifted off the bed. Before she even came down, I thrust partway into her. Her dazed eyes shot to mine. I paused, waiting for her to protest, but like a good girl, she did the exact opposite. She spread her legs farther and tried to impale herself on the rest of my cock. Not to brag, but I wasn't small, so I knew she was hurting herself. I palmed her stomach and pressed down until she was panting on the bed, lying flat.
"Please, please, please," she was chanting.
Her cries were music to my ears. I slowly swiveled deeper into her. Her chest was heaving, and I bent down to swoop a perky nipple in my mouth. I bit down gently, which made her thrust herself on me. I held back a maniacal laugh. My baby girl was impatient. I'd give her what she was asking for, but she would regret it for sure. I lifted her legs by the ankles and threw them over my shoulders. This dragged my cock deeper into her pussy. She was tightening down on me like a vise. I groaned and tried to hold back. I wanted to go slow.
"Look at my little slut." All hell was about to break loose as I let go of my control slowly. "Fucking yourself on my cock like a good little whore. Are you? Are you Daddy's good little whore?"
She was silent, so I thrust harder in her and pinched her nipples roughly. "Say it," I commanded.
"I'm Daddy's good little whore." Tears were streaming down her face.
"Take it, take my fucking cock." I was all the way in and pushing deeper still. I wanted her to feel me all day long. I brushed her cervix and she cried out, trying to push backwards, away from me. She was sensitive as fuck. We'd work up to that. I backed off her cervix and pushed in and out of her pussy, fascinated by the two of us connected. At last.
