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The way he plays me so easily has me complying with equal need.

“Daddy, please. I want it.”

“Oh fuck. That’s it, like that, baby.” He strokes over me, adding pressure onto my clit, and my orgasm slams into me out of nowhere, and my mouth falls open on a silent, choked scream.

He moves above me as I float into the abyss, working faster and faster, using my body as a vessel while I become his to own.

The pain in my ass has now subsided to a strange fullness that I no longer dislike. He uses me for his taking, and when he explodes inside me with a muttered “Fuckkkk,” I vaguely register he’s finished, too spent to care, too satiated in my post orgasmic state. He tugs up my panties soaked with his release.

Then he pulls me toward him by my hair and roughly brushes a finger over my face as if smudging something on me. “You really are Daddy’s dirty little slut.” His dark orbs flare with arousal once again. “You’re my possession, Ellie. Don’t ever forget it. No matter where you run, I’ll always find you, Little Doll. Always.” His words are laced in a dark threat; they’re deadly, haunting.

Then he nuzzles his face into my hair and inhales, sending a wave of goose bumps over me. “Daddy will always protect you,” he whispers, my heart fluttering at the emotion behind his words. A complete contradiction to only moments ago.

As he straightens my clothes almost lovingly, a proud smile settles on his face. “You were perfect.” I bite into my lip at his praise, trying to withhold the need to beam back at him.

The thought is not lost on me just how much I embrace this kink of ours, and that’s what it is, it’s ours.

I might be Rafael Marino’s possession, but he’s mine too.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Rafael

Ellie can barely function as she walks stiffly on shaky legs. I smile with pride as heads turn in our direction and they take in her bedraggled state. The way her hair screams just fucked and the dirt coats her previously clean clothes, it’s obvious I’ve fucked her into a stupor.

As she sways, I tug her into my side and pull a server toward me. “Two scotch and a bottle of water.” He nods and disappears into the crowd while I guide us over to a familiar face I actually don’t mind seeing.

I drop into the chair beside him and pull Ellie into my lap.

Whipping my mask off, I blow out a deep breath and throw it on to the table, barely missing the drinks gathered there.

Bren O’Connell’s loud chuckle causes me to smirk as a server slides one scotch into my hand. I pass the water bottle to Ellie and nod for the server to gift Bren with the other.

He salutes me. “Cheers.”

I give him a nod, then take the bottle from a dazed Ellie and open it for her. She takes a sip and rests her head against my chest like a tired child. Protectiveness engulfs me, and I band an arm around her slender waist.

“It’s not like you to make an appearance at these events,” I state.

He drags a thick hand over his mouth. “Yeah. Got dragged here.” He tilts his head to the small blonde woman beside him. She’s young-looking, innocent, and his wife.

I heard through the grapevine how they became a couple; she was found in a crate after being sold as a sex slave, and the crate somehow ended up in the O’Connell family warehouse, and it seems it was love at first sight.

Bren is the Don of the O’Connell family, an opposing Mafia family, who are allies in our world. Having Bren here tonight proves as much to the watchful eyes.

“This is our date night,” his wife declares with a sweet smile that has me chuckling.

Ellie raises her head. “Oh, that’s lovely. Rafael took me on a date recently.” Her brown eyes exude happiness.

I grin into my drink, remembering my first date while Bren rears back, as if stunned at her admission.

“I love your outfit choice. You look like the schoolgirl who just got fucked in the woods by the big bad guy.” Bren’s wife beams in Ellie’s direction, wagging her finger up and down at my girl. “So realistic.”

Bren chokes on his drink while his knowing gaze meets mine, and a smirk plays on his normally stoic lips.

My lip curls, and I can’t help but toy with the girl. “What gives it away?”

Ellie shifts in my lap.

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