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  The moment I do, he lifts my body against the wall and kisses me furiously. He must taste himself, but he doesn’t care, sliding his tongue over mine.

  I need another bath by the time Daddy sets me down.

  WHEN I WAKE UP the next morning, Daddy is lying beside me with his mouth in my hair. I’m used to waking up alone and I yelp before he shushes me with a kiss.

  “Morning, Mia.” He’s already dressed, but the zipper of his pants is open, that big cock jutting through.

  “You scared me!”

  “Didn’t mean to.” His hand slides up my thigh. “Time to get up, angel. I made us breakfast.”

  That surprises me. For the past four years, Daddy has hired chefs to cook my meals after school, since he’s never around. The lastest one, this guy named Emilio, is a Michelin star chef from Italy who started three months ago. His food is delish, but it’s hard to enjoy anything when you’re alone in a big house surrounded by people with guns.

  “Where’s Emilio?” I ask.

  “I let him go. Along with the bodyguards. From now on, I will see to your needs.”

  “What about Sloan?” I say, panicking. “Did she leave?” Sloan is the only one of my bodyguards who’s a woman, and she never flirts with Daddy either, which kinda makes her my favorite, like an aunt I never had. She’s a tough lady, but we get along super well.

  Daddy smiles. “She stays. I doubt she’d leave your side even if I ordered her. I trust her, in any case. And most importantly she’s not a man.”

  “Not every man is like Luca Rizzi, you know.”

  “I’m not taking the chance.”

  “Whatever,” I huff.

  “Get out of bed, Mia. Or you’ll get a spanking.”

  “Bet you’d like that.”

  He kisses me. “I do enjoy leaving my handprint on your creamy round cheeks. But it’s your sweet pussy that makes my cock leak.”

  “Daddy!”

  “Up. I mean it.”

  And he does too. I wiggle out of his arms and pull my hair into a messy tail before I shuffle to my dresser, reaching for a clean pair of panties.

  “You won’t need that.”

  “Huh?”

  “No panties, Mia. No bra. I’ll rip them off again.”

  My chest flutters, but I pretend to be annoyed. I’m pretty sure if Sloan weren’t around, Daddy wouldn’t let me wear clothes at all. In the end I slip on some PJ shorts and an old tank top.

  When I turn around, Daddy is still in my bed, his huge body taking up more than half the space. He strokes his cock and watches me.

  “Are you getting out of bed?” I snap.

  “Hm.”

  He gets up and walks over, then shoves his hand under my shorts, rubbing my clit with no shame while squeezing my breasts. “You’re too beautiful, baby girl.”

  Daddy yanks my shorts down and kneels to plunge his tongue into my pussy. I grab his hair with both hands, shocked into moaning silence for the whole minute it takes me to cum.

  He stands tall, pats my head. “I will cum in you later. Breakfast first.”

  “You’re out of control!”

  “This is true. Let’s go, I made your favorites.”

  I PUSH BACK my empty plate at the dining room table. Daddy made chocolate chip mint pancakes, which actually are my favorites from middle school, and I’m surprised he remembered.

  I ate them all to the last bite.

  Sloan is also here, talking with Daddy in hushed whispers at the other end of the long mahogany table. She doesn’t know what happened last night in my room.

  I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I’m sure it involves Luca Rizzi. And me.

  When I clear my throat, they finally walk over to my end.

  “We’re putting the house on lockdown, Mia,” Daddy says. “No one in or out until my people find Luca. As long as he’s still out there, Luca is dangerous.”

  I frown. “You mean I’m stuck inside?”

  “It’s for the best,” Sloan adds. “We can’t involve the police. Percy has trusted people searching for Rizzi, but it will take time.”

  I know what she means by trusted people. Mafia guys from New Jersey, where I spent my childhood. Daddy left the mafia many years ago, moving us to the suburbs outside D.C. He even changed his name from Perseo to Percy.

  He didn’t want that old life for our family. But the life wanted him. He was always on the lookout for rival mafia men from his past coming down to hurt me, hence the bodyguards, most of whom were former mafia guys themselves.

  Like scary-looking Luca Rizzi, who tried to kidnap me yesterday afternoon.

  Luca picked me up from school like he usually does, but instead of dropping me back home, he drove toward the airport. Took my phone away too.

  He said he was following Daddy’s orders.

  Yeah, right.

  Luca didn’t know about the old pager Daddy gave me four years ago, which I always keep in my backpack. Daddy told me to use it if I ever got in trouble. So I paged him when Luca wasn’t watching and figured out I was in big trouble.

  Daddy told me to play along. He would find me.

  Twenty minutes later, Luca arrived at the airport terminal, where Daddy and Sloan were waiting. Luca dropped me off all right.

  Then drove off with tires screeching.

  We still don’t know why he tried to kidnap me. It makes me shiver to think what might’ve happened if Daddy hadn’t shown up.

  But I didn’t expect he would claim me in another way too. My face gets warmer at the memories of last night, and Sloan tilts her head.

  “Everything okay, Mia?”

  “Y-Yes. I mean—no! This totally sucks! I can’t leave the house?”

  “Until my men find Luca,” Daddy says.

  “What are they gonna do to him?”

  “I’ll decide later,” he says carefully. “He’s a danger to you. I can’t tolerate that.”

  Sloan nods. “Percy is right.”

  “Well don’t kill him, okay? I mean, he did let me go. All’s well that ends well.”

  She and Daddy trade a look, and I cross my arms. After a while Sloan says, “I’ll keep a lookout outside, Percy. You got her?”

  “I’ll keep her safe.”

  Sloan leaves by the back door, and Daddy locks it. He turns around to face me.

  “It’s my fault for ever letting him near you. I will not lose you. I will not let anyone take you from me, and I will let no harm touch you.”

  “Is that why you got in my bed last night?” I can’t keep the bite out of my tone.

  He stands over me, stroking my hair.

  Daddy’s so tall I barely reach his chest on my feet, but sitting down, I feel even smaller.

  “I love you. I couldn’t control myself.”

  “Great excuse,” I mumble.

  “It is not an excuse. You’ll always be my little girl, but that doesn’t change the fact my cock aches in your presence. Only in your presence. I am not a sentimental man, Mia, but with you, I am different. I love you.”

  “Whatever,” I stammer. “You’re just saying that.”

  He holds my chin firmly, forcing me to look up. “Are you calling Daddy a liar, little girl?”

  “N-No.”

  “Do you doubt me?”

  “Maybe.” My mind races. I’m still trying to process everything that happened yesterday. He made me feel loved—with his body—but his words now mean much more, and the scary thing is I do believe him.

  Then I notice the bulge in his pants.

  “Oh my god. Is that how you show love, Daddy?”

  “Love and fucking are not mutually exclusive.”

  “Well I’m not staying cooped up in the house.” I get up and head toward the back door.

  Daddy blocks my way with a wall of muscle. “Stay.”

  I step to the side, but he matches my move. I dart to the right and Daddy grabs my waist, pulling me toward a chair, where he sits and bends me over his lap. A hand slides under the back
of my shorts and I feel his fingers rubbing my wet pussy.

  “Are you disobeying me?”

  “What if I am? What are you gonna do? Spank me?” I scoff. “Like that scares me. I like it.”

  A deep growl leaves his mouth. “My little girl likes having her plump tushy punished?”

  “Um—no—what I meant was—”

  Thwack.

  “Ow!”

  Another smack jiggles my bottom, the thin fabric of my shorts no help against the hot sting.

  “Ohhhh.”

  “I can smell you, Princess. I can smell how wet that cunt is. So very sweet.”

  Squirming, I crane my head around and flash my eyes. “If you won’t let me leave then I want an orgasm!”

  The words tumble out before I can stop them and Daddy’s wolfish grin makes my belly clench.

  “Naughty little girl. You’ll get all the orgasms you want, but your tight pussy is not ready for another fucking. If I put my dick in you, I won’t hold back. And then I’ll ruin your precious hole. But you have another place Daddy hasn’t touched. And it’s time I made it mine.”

  He yanks off my shorts.

  PERCY

  WHEN MY THUMB presses into her asshole, Mia lets out a tiny gasp. I slap her cheeks hard enough to ripple them, the fleshy claps going straight to my balls. She twists around, but I hold her down as my cock pushes against her belly.

  “Oh god,” she says, soft as a breath, her bared pussy dripping on my thigh.

  That sweet scent hits my nose like perfume, and I fight the urge to bite those curvy globes under my palm.

  The beast in me takes over.

  “You’re being naughty, sweet girl. Only cock will fix you.” I smack her ass again, snarling through my teeth. “Only Daddy’s cock. Tell me what you want.”

  A long moan leaves her throat.

  My fingers delve into her slit, slowly and gently. Her heart-shaped buttocks squeeze together as I finger-fuck her sticky cunt, coating my hand to the knuckles in her nectar.

  Mia’s freshly deflowered pussy is too sore for my dick, but I can still give her pleasure as I probe for her G-spot. I know exactly where it is from last night, the knot of bumpy membrane up her tunnel. Getting two fingertips on it, I massage her until she screams.

  I’d rather die than give her pain, so I will punish my princess with pleasure instead. I’ll make her cum so much she’ll wish she’d listened to Daddy like a good little girl.

  “What are you doing?” she shouts.

  I love that question. Fucking love it. “Baby girl, I’m going to fuck your ass. We’ll need plenty of lubricant, and your cream is perfect.”

  She’s not the only one writhing. My cock is in pain, smearing the inside of my briefs with precum. Keeping her bent over my knees, I pull out my tortured hard-on and stroke it. The relief is brief.

  Only one thing will relieve me.

  I straddle her over my thighs and push up her top so those ripe titties are exposed for my mouth. One kiss on each. Mia’s tits will swell with milk after I breed her, and I’ll be the first to taste them. But I remind myself that comes later. Right now I have another hole to tame.

  “You’ll ride me until you cum. Understand?”

  “H-How?”

  I hold my dick against her drenched folds, coating it in her desire, and I take a long time rubbing the sensitive underside of my crown on her little clit. I have to bite my teeth to keep from cumming.

  Mia’s nails dig into my shoulder muscles and she can’t stop moaning.

  “Like it, Princess? Because Daddy loves to play with your little clitty.”

  “Y-Yes.”

  Once I’m coated in her juices, I order her to stand and turn her around so that luscious backside faces me.

  “Spread your feet, Princess. Sit.”

  Mia follows my instructions to the letter while I smack her ass. Can’t resist. Watching her cheeks ripple turns me into a feral beast, and I stare at the pretty pink hole between them as she lowers herself. It’s the perfect angle.

  Guiding her by the waist, I tense my abs when the puckered skin of her anus touches my cock head. She lets out a tiny whine.

  “You’re doing good, baby. Almost there.”

  My tip pops through her ring and she trembles. Although my dick is lubed to the base, Mia’s virgin asshole clinches against my intrusion, but I force her down until she’s firmly seated on Daddy’s hard cock.

  The sensation of her passage tugging on my shaft drives me insane. She feels tight and warm, and every time Mia tenses her anal muscles, I grit my teeth.

  From the rear, she’s no less beautiful. That hair draped down her back belongs in a goddamn shampoo commercial. Her pussy weeps on my balls.

  Bending forward, I reach around with both hands to find her clit with one hand and grab a breast with the other. Her passage loosens around my cock.

  “It doesn’t hurt,” she whispers, as if she’s surprised.

  “Did you think an ass fucking would hurt?”

  She sucks in a breath. “I don’t think about having a penis in my butt. Daddy.”

  “Keep giving me that sass. I love it.”

  Her cheeks squeeze me. I rub her clit, thrusting up when she grinds down. I want to see her face, those big eyes and pouty lips. I want to bite her tits.

  Time enough for that later.

  I put my head over her shoulder, letting our faces press together while I bounce her on my cock. I haven’t shaved since yesterday morning, so there’s a layer of scruff. With the way she squeals, she must like it.

  “You tickle,” Mia gasps.

  I pinch her clit. “Good.”

  “Ohhhhh.”

  She’s squeezing my dick like a vice and my balls are gonna burst, but I’m determined to make her cum first and strum her clit so fast she screams.

  Mia tenses and something warm splatters my hand. When I reach lower, I catch a second squirt from her cumming pussy. I cup her, letting the smooth folds flutter against my hand.

  “Look at all this honey, little girl.”

  “Daddy I don’t know what happened . . . that was . . . oh Daddy that felt amazing.”

  “You came so hard you squirted, baby. Such a good girl. We’ll try that with my mouth sometime. That much sweet cunt juice should never go to waste.”

  She makes a choking sound. “You’re so dirty.”

  “You make me dirty, Princess.”

  Her clit feels like a stiff pearl under my fingers, and I focus on it, flicking faster. I kiss her neck. “Cum one more time for Daddy.”

  I slide two fingers into her slick pussy and press her clit with my palm. Mia’s body locks out with a scream, her climax lasting for seconds as her asshole strangles my cock.

  I shudder and my balls pull up. All control gone. Rope after rope of cum shoots out of me into her hot sheath. She moans while I mark her tight hole with my cum.

  Once my cock stops twitching, I pull Mia off and lay her on the table with legs spread.

  It’ll only be a few minutes before my balls refill, and I’m gonna spend every second eating her slick cunt. She will cum one more time. Then I’ll fuck her ass again, this time face to face so I can suck her tits.

  She’s all mine. Every part of her, and I won’t leave an inch untouched.

  THE DAY IS OVER.

  Mia looks exhausted when I put her into bed, kissing her hair. All day I’ve made her cum, and she has a dreamy smile, her hair still damp from the bath.

  “Oh Daddy.”

  I give her clit a gentle rub and kiss her eyebrow. “You be a good girl now. It’s bedtime.”

  “How long are you gonna keep me locked up?”

  “Forever sounds good.”

  She pouts. “You better not.”

  “Hush. Sleep well, I love you.”

  “I know.”

  My cock is hard watching her snuggle under the blanket. Once she shuts her eyes, I walk to the dresser and pull out a pair of white cotton panties, stuff them into my pocket.
I go back to her bedside and take one more breath of her scent. “Sweet dreams.”

  I tear myself away and march downstairs.

  Sloan is waiting for me in the study.

  “Updates?” I say. Two dozen of my best people are chasing Luca Rizzi.

  “None,” Sloan replies. “What’s the plan, Percy? I never took you for the waiting sort.”

  I’m not. “Stay here and look after Mia. I’m leaving tonight. I’ll find Luca.”

  “Alone?” Her expression tells me she thinks I have a death wish.

  “He’ll agree to meet with me if I’m alone. Take care of Mia.”

  And I leave the house before I can change my mind, going to my BMW parked in the driveway. It’s a cold night, but I am not cold.

  I call Luca’s cell and leave a message, telling him to meet me at Waremore Park, a secluded area. I make a promise I will not harm him. An offer of truce for the night.

  He’ll show. I have no doubt. Luca knows me, so he should know I’m a man of my word. He should know this is his last chance to make peace. I gave up my mafia past to give Mia a normal life, a better life, and I do not wish to stain my hands with blood. Unless I must to protect her.

  Already, my body aches to touch Mia again. I force myself to start the engine, determined to end this once and for all.

  But thirty minutes later and still five miles away from Waremore Park, I can no longer control my need. I pull over on the shoulder and free my cock that’s been hard since I left her room. Wrapping my length in her panties, I stroke furiously until I cum.

  Better.

  I stuff the panties back into my jacket and drive on.

  When I arrive at Waremore, I park in the visitor’s lot and watch for Luca’s green SUV to appear.

  After fifteen minutes, his car rolls into the parking lot and stops beside mine.

  We step out into the frosty November night, breaths misting in the air, the whole lot deserted except for us. A lone street lamp casts a pale glow on his brutal features.

  “Don Perseo,” he greets me using my old title and name. He knows I do not like this.

  “Why did you kidnap Mia? Don’t bullshit me. Did my enemies buy your loyalty?”