Page 76 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“You’re not going to try and convince me to let you go back to school?” I tease, trying to lighten her mood.

“You’re more stubborn than I am. I don’t like fighting fights I’m already primed to lose.” She forces a smile.

“Try and get some sleep.” I get to my feet, walking her to the door. “We can talk more tomorrow.” I press a kiss to her hair.

She nods and walks away, her shoulders hunched.

I try to ignore the growing feeling of guilt as I shut the door and turn the key in the lock. It’s for her own good, I keep reminding myself.

I decide to pour myself another scotch and open up Lila’s cameras once more before I head to bed myself.

It’s almost ten, and when I click to the camera over her bed, I smile to find her asleep, the covers pulled up high around her neck, her dark hair fanned out over her pillow.

I settle back in my chair and watch her for a moment, letting the scotch warm my throat as I slowly sip it.

Just when I’m about to close down the app and head to bed, she tosses her head from side to side, her hair tangling around her face.

I sit up a little straighter.

Her eyes fly open, as if she can sense me watching her, and she runs her hands over her face.

“Can you not sleep, sweetheart?” I whisper, a smile tugging on my lips.

I’ve seen that look on her face before. It’s the very look she gives me when I deny her pleasure.

I lean forward, my blood heating as I watch her squirm beneath the covers.

Her eyes are screwed shut, as if she’s trying to fight the arousal that’s coursing through her body.

“Come on, baby. Let’s have some fun.” I lick my lips.

She throws the covers off, and I’m more than delighted to find the oversized T-shirt has been removed, revealing her very naked body to me.

I let out a groan at the sight of her, my cock instantly hardening in my pants as I take in her full breasts, the luscious curve of her ass and thighs.

“Spread those legs for me, Lila.” I palm my erection through my trousers.

She rubs her thighs together, her hands out to the sides, as if she’s not wanting to give into her urges.

But I know it’s me she’s thinking of right now, me that’s got her so worked up. I know I’m just as much under her skin as she is mine. Why else would she wear that fucking dress today if not to get me to fuck her. Her breasts were practically springing free from the material, and to realize she had not worn panties all day…

The thought has me reaching for my zipper, desperate to release my cock.

I shudder as I take my throbbing length in my hand and begin stroking it, the tip already glistening.

Lila is still writhing on the bed, but her hands have moved to her stomach.

“Come on, baby. Show me how you touch yourself.” I run my thumb over the bead of arousal.

Her back arches off the bed, and her thighs fall open.

My hips buck at the sight of her pussy, and when her hand moves to start rubbing her clit, I have to bite back a groan.

Her movements are hurried, as if she’s already close to climaxing.

“Someone’s very worked up.” I chuckle, pumping myself harder.

She wastes no time pumping two fingers inside herself as her other hand tweaks her nipples.

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