Page 4 of A Virgin for the Mafia Daddy

I lean down, drinking in her sweet scent. Like honey and vanilla. And I can’t help but wonder if she tastes as good as she smells. My cock is fucking stiffer than it’s ever been in my life and it’s been this way since I first laid eyes on this girl in the doorway with my bouncer. As discreetly as I can, I adjust myself before bringing my face level with hers.

“You’re going to auction off your virginity?” I sneer at the thought of some man’s hands on her that aren’t my own. “Spread those pretty little thighs and let some random stranger sink his tongue between them? Get on your hands and knees while some man you’ve never met plows into you from behind?”

Over my dead fucking body. The thought enters my mind before I have the good sense to stop it.

Her false bravado slips for the first time since I saw her walk in here and her bottom lip wobbles for all of a second before she pulls herself together. “I’ll do what I have to do to keep my sister safe.”

Noble.

And stupid.

She’s a little lamb walking right into the slaughter and laying her neck down on the chopping block.

“Besides,” she adds, with a bravado so false I can see right through it, “after dealing with our mom’s husbands for years, there’s no man I can’t fend off if I need to.”

Anger sears through my veins, replacing my blood with pure fire. “Who the fuck are these men, Little Lamb?” I snarl.

Her eyes go wide for a moment, but she holds her ground, not letting my sudden mood change startle her. “Just my mom’s latest sugar daddy,” she sneers. “They don’t usually last for more than a year. Like I said, nothing I can’t handle.”

I have a sudden, inexplicable urge to handle it for her, but I chase it away.

That’s not my fucking job.

My fucking job is to auction off her virginity… if she even is a virgin.

Reaching out, I run my fingers over the bracelet adorning her slim wrist, ignoring the tension that coils down my spine at the feel of her silky skin beneath my touch. Goosebumps lift on her arm beneath the pads of my fingers and her wet lips pop open.

I note the way her nipples pearl beneath her tank top and she shivers, her blue-green eyes lifting to mine.

A sudden need to make her shiver like that over and over again consumes me. Her tongue darts out between two soft-looking, pink lips, wetting them. I can’t help but narrow my eyes at her and study her from head to toe.

My eyes land briefly on her large, perky tits, filling out a push-up bra perfectly. I slide my gaze down to her slim waist and the flare of her hips. The strap of a little thong climbs up over her hip, peeking out of the tight jeans she wears, giving me a peek of underwear that looks anything but virginal.

“You wouldn’t be trying to pull the wool over my eyes, would you?” I ask.

Her little mouth pulls into a frown. “What do you mean?”

It would be the perfect ruse. Pretend to be a virgin for an auction to get your sister out of doing it on your behalf. This little vixen is way too fucking hot to be a virgin.

“Follow me,” I growl, then spin toward the back rooms where my brothers and I each have our own bedroom. Well, it’s more like a hotel suite. We each have a sitting area, a bedroom, a bathroom and even a small kitchenette.

I nod at my bouncer and press my key card to the door. It flashes green and unlocks. When I turn to look, she’s still there behind me, following obediently.

“What’s your name?” I ask, stalking down the hall to my door.

“Bianca,” she says quietly as I hold open my door for her.

“Bianca,” I repeat her name, rolling it around in my mouth like a sip of expensive scotch.

Trying it out.

Tasting it.

Savoring it.

“What?” she boldly asks while stepping into my room.

“The name suits you.”

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