Page 24 of Daddy's Mad Love

“Yes.” A whisper. A hushed murmur. A barely heard acceptance of my fate, of my desire.

It was all he needed.

I cried out as he invaded me, breaking through the fragile barrier of my virginity as though it was nothing, his thickness stretching me painfully but oh so deliciously. He was inside me, pulsing, throbbing before he drew back and pushed in again, even deeper.

Every inch of me was lit up like fireworks, sparkling, sizzling, flickering…

“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes, my gaze meeting his as he stared down at me, his body moving over me, pushing inside me. He was everywhere around me, filling me, claiming me, and leaving me panting with heated need.

Lowering his lips to mine, he claimed me with another kiss, his tongue invading my mouth as he filled me below, joining us together in every way possible.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. The need that had built up inside me demanded satisfaction, and he was going to give it to me. He had taken so much from me—now, it was time to take something back.

We moved together, my muscles clenching around him every time he buried himself inside me. His body rubbed against my pleasure centers, sending sparks of ecstasy soaring through me as I reached my peak. I cried out against his lips, and he pulled away, my screams of pleasure filling our ears. With our mouths no longer fused together, he moved harder, faster, and the waves of erotic rapture raged through me.

I was lost to the sensations, carried away to a place where it didn’t matter who he was, who I was, or how we’d come together—all that mattered was the passion.

11

Jack

Laid out on the bed, my arms wrapped around my wife, and she used my bicep as a pillow, my sated cock nestled between her buttocks. I pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, and she murmured in her sleep. I savored the feel of her against me, so soft and warm, no longer fighting me.

Not that I minded the struggle, but the contrast was also appreciated.

My father would finalize everything with her grandfather tonight and tomorrow, combining our families into one. To my surprise, I realized that no longer mattered much to me. It was going to make us a pile of money, secure an alliance, and allow us to move liquor to new markets, and I didn’t much care.

I could have gone to join my father after Hailey fell asleep, but I preferred being here, doing nothing with her. I nuzzled the back of her head, her hair tickling my face, and smiled. Besides, I doubted she’d be pleased if she woke up to find I’d left her alone on our wedding night, and she was feisty enough as it was.

Which was why I should enjoy her while she was soft and snuggly—I doubted it would last very long.

Closing my eyes, my smile stayed on my lips as I finally fell asleep.

Hailey

I woke in the middle of the night, Giacomo wrapped around me, with the moon shining in. Between my thighs ached in a way I’d never felt, not even the other day at the precinct, phantom aches as though he was still embedded inside me, an invasion I couldn’t escape.

But I could escape his arms. I wriggled away from him, freezing for a moment when he muttered in his sleep. To my relief, he rolled onto his back, freeing me, and I quickly scooted off the bed. In the dim light of the moon, I could see my dress puddled on the floor, his clothes tossed beside it. Snatching up his shirt, I covered myself quickly, feeling far too vulnerable without any clothing.

He was tall enough the hem of his shirt hit me a little higher than mid-thigh. It wasn’t a perfect solution but better than nothing.

I stared at the man still asleep on the bed, sprawled out on his back, one arm out to the side as though he was waiting for me to nestle back in beside him, the other bent with his forearm covering his closed eyes. The sheet had been pulled down by my movement to reveal his penis, flaccid and still, almost innocent looking. It was hard to reconcile the way he looked now with the hard-edged man who had tormented me and made me beg.

My husband.

I clenched my jaw and turned away. No matter what he looked like now, I couldn’t forget what he really was. Pushing away my feelings, I quietly hurried back to the door, where my bouquet had fallen to the floor of the hotel room. It was still there, as seemingly innocent as the man lying in bed behind me and just as deadly at its core.

I stripped away the ribbon and the flowers, revealing the sharp-edged knife. It wasn’t a big knife. When I’d first discovered it in a bureau in the study, I’d worried it would be too small, but it was very sharp and looked deadlier than ever gleaming in the dark. I bit my lip, glancing back over my shoulder at Giacomo’s sleeping form.

Could I really do this? Could I really kill him? It hadn’t been all bad. Did he really deserve to die for what he’d done to me? Part of me yearned to crawl back into bed beside him. Curl up there. Let him hold me. Let everything else go.

All the doubts came rushing back, stronger than ever. I wrapped my fingers around the hilt and crept back toward the bed, not even sure what I was going to do once I got there. One foot in front of the other, bile slowly rose in the back of my throat, filling my mouth with a bitter taste.

Giacomo lay there, beautiful and still like the statue of David. He was completely defenseless, which made my resolve waver even further. This felt more than contemptible—it felt dishonorable. If he had been awake and stood a fighting chance… but then I wouldn’t have stood a chance. There was no better way.

I stood over him, both hands holding the hilt of the knife, gripping it so tightly, they were beginning to tingle. My breathing became rapid as a feeling akin to panic accelerated it, no matter how I tried to slow it and calm myself.

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