Page 25 of Daddy's Mad Love

Oh God, what am I doing?

A silent plea into the darkness—an entreaty for strength, for courage… for absolution.

I closed my eyes, my breathing becoming ragged, and tried to get ahold of myself. My arms trembled out in front of me, the weight of the knife becoming heavier with every passing moment, yet I could not bring myself to swing it down into Giacomo’s undefended chest. It was the easiest movement, gravity tugging at my limbs, yet I couldn’t do it.

This wasn’t me. This wasn’t who I was. I did not want to be part of the Familias or a mafia man’s wife. But I was not a murderer. I didn’t have to let them make me into one. I let out my breath on a long sigh.

Hard fingers gripped my wrists, and I screamed, my eyes flying open to look into Giacomo’s dark, angry eyes.

Jack

I’m not entirely sure what woke me, but one moment, I was asleep, and the next, I was awake and aware I was in danger. My first half-asleep thought was for my wife and a surge of determination to protect her. It took me half a moment to realize she wasn’t beside me in the bed but beside the bed, and she was the threat.

For a moment, despair overtook me as I looked up at the knife prepared to plunge into my chest, and I lay there, waiting for it to fall. When it remained in place, trembling above me, I realized she was hesitating. Whatever resolve she’d thought she had, she’d been wrong.

Triumph surged, along with a savage need to claim her again and prove who her master was. Sitting, I reached up and grabbed her wrists. Her high-pitched scream pierced my ears, but I didn’t loosen my grasp, not while she was still armed. She tried to press the dagger down toward me, fighting against my hold on her.

“Stop.” It was a command, one she ignored for a moment before freezing, watching me warily.

“Let me go,” she whispered the words, her eyes begging me with a plea for understanding I wasn’t inclined to grant. “I wasn’t going to do it.”

Still holding her wrists, I pushed her back slowly, so I could stand and felt her quiver. Pressing her wrists together, so I could wrap the fingers of one hand around both, I plucked the dagger from her with my newly freed hand. Her eyes went wide as I lowered it to where my shirt was buttoned over her beautiful body.

“Giacomo…” Her voice was barely a sound, as if she was too frightened to draw enough breath to make noise. As she should be. My cock was already beginning to harden in reaction to her fear, her helplessness.

I tipped the knife down, edge toward myself, and sliced open her shirt.

“It’s sharp,” I commented as the knife rent through the fabric. It hung open on her, revealing her breasts and stomach. I turned the knife in my hand, tracing it over her quivering stomach muscles. “Very sharp for something you weren’t going to do.”

“I changed my mind… please…” Now, she truly was begging, her very real fear for her own life in her eyes. “Don’t… please…Daddy… I’ll do anything you want.”

Ha. Amusing how she would try to use my preferred moniker against me when it suited her.

I could already do whatever I wanted to her, but still… having my new wife entirely at my command, doing whatever I asked… that was an offer I couldn’t refuse. Releasing her wrists, I sat on the bed, the knife in an easy grip. Her eyes were on the knife rather than my face, and I grinned when she licked her lips nervously.

“Take off the shirt.”

Her eyes flicked to me but only for a moment before she closed them and took a deep breath. Eyes still closed, she reached up and shrugged off my ruined shirt, leaving her completely naked before me again.

Hailey

With my eyes closed, fists clenched at my sides, and my jaw tightly locked, I waited for what Giacomo would ask for next—what he would demand. Fear and arousal were an unholy mix, feeding on each other and growing. My stomach twisted and turned, even as my body slicked and throbbed in eagerness for whatever twisted torment Giacomo had in mind.

I did not believe he would overlook my attempt to murder him in our wedding night bed, no matter how I begged or what I offered. My only hope was to abate the harshness of my punishment.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

Somehow, that was even harder to obey than voluntarily taking off my clothes. The appreciation in his gaze as his eyes scanned my body made me flush. My nipples puckered as though begging for his attention, and I pressed my legs together to relieve the growing ache between them. Giacomo gestured at the bed with the knife.

“Get on the middle of the bed on your hands and knees.”

Something in his eyes glinted, and as I crawled onto the bed, I understood why. It was a horrifyingly vulnerable position—my buttocks toward him, all my most sensitive bits spread and visible. I cringed at the picture I must have made, how exposed I was. This was far worse than when I had been bent over in front of him at the precinct, even after he’d pulled up my skirt.

Giacomo slid several pillows under my stomach. I realized they would keep me in position, my bottom propped up, even if the strength in my arms and legs failed.

“Please…” I closed my eyes, hoping the begging wouldn’t feel so humiliating if I couldn’t see anything. “Please, Daddy, I’m sorry… I wasn’t… I won’t…” Whether or not calling him Daddy would make a difference, I had no idea, but I didn’t think it would hurt, and possibly it would help.

“Oh, you definitely won’t try anything like that again,” Giacomo reassured me, his voice silky smooth with threat. “I’m going to make sure you learn your lesson tonight.”

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