Page 87 of Naughty Santa Daddy

“Hadley,” I call into the room, closing the door behind me. The bathroom light is the only one on, but I can make out her lying on my bed. She’s wearing one of my button-ups and nothing else.Fuck.

“I’ve thought about it,” she speaks as she rolls in the direction of where I stand, gasping when she fully faces me. “Holy shit! Are you hurt?” Hadley jumps to her feet, and her hands are running all over my body before I can answer.

My fingers wrap around her wrists, freezing them in place against her tits. “I’m fine.” I’m too exhausted to give her any type of explanation right now.

My hardened heart softens instantly. We really are in a fucked-up situation. I kidnapped her. Her first question shouldn’t be about my well-being when I’m drenched in blood, but it is. In this moment, I wonder if Big John is right. Would I let theUccello family, along with my own, die for her? The answer is a complicated one. I will always protect Amos; he has always been my number one. My second in the line of protection should be me, but I know it no longer is. The person I will die for wiggles her hand free and slugs me in my chest.

“Asshole! I thought you were going to drop dead right here, and I would have to fight Emilio to see Amos,” she huffs.

“You would do that?” I ask her, unable to hide the shock in my voice.

“Well, yeah. I would. I know he’s Amos’zio, but he’s a fucking blockhead when it comes to kids. Not that I claim to know more than he does, but I do love Amos, Massimo. It’s weird, and I know I shouldn’t, but I do.” She shrugs and blows out a big breath.

“I love that you love him,” I admit truthfully, unable to stop myself from taking her lips with mine. She moans against my mouth, and then her tongue glides along the tip of my own. My fingers greedily roam down her body, hooking around her plump ass cheeks, lifting, and carrying her back to the bed.

The pristine, white button-up she has on is now smeared with blood, and this sight would concern anyone in this world. That is everyone apart from me. To me, Hadley is the queen of my damned. She is my addiction that I’ll do anything to have.

I rip the shirt from her body. She shivers with anticipation, spreading her legs open for me. I climb between her knees, running my tongue up her thigh, and kiss the sweet, sensitive spot that makes her groan in pleasure. I’m going to send her off the tracks of this fucked-up train ride we’re on, and I am not stopping until we’re both wrecked. When there is no right answer, you have no other choice than to choose one of the wrong options. I didn’t get to where I am by playing it safe, and right now, Hadley is the most dangerous, best fucking wrong answer to my problems.

Watching me through her thick dark lashes, she scoots backward when my tongue slips up her clit. “Massimo?”

“Hmm?” I lean forward to murmur against her, causing her to squirm.

“I’m ready to talk.”

I lift my head. Maybe I didn’t hear her correctly. Now? Right fucking now, she wants to talk. I’ve been trying to get this woman to talk to me, and when I mentioned it earlier, she shut me down. “And I want to fuck.”

“I want both,” she responds, and my dick stiffens even more.

“I’m listening,” I speak against her clit as soon as I’m back in position. Her fingers lace with mine, guiding them up to her mound, blocking my mouth.

“You have until I come,” she purrs.

Chapter 13

Chelsea Camaron

Chelsea Camaron

Hadley

Oh, the wicked games we play. Am I absolutely fucking myself over right now? Yes.

Do I care to stop the crash course we are on? Not right this second.

His tongue parts my pussy lips before he allows his teeth to graze the sensitive flesh. I grip his hands that are laced in mine, preventing him from releasing them. If I’m going to do this,allow him to have his way with my body, then I’m damn well going to enjoy every moment of it. And if I can make those moments last longer, even better.

My legs tremble in anticipation as his mouth begins a slow and delicate torture against my swollen and throbbing core.

“Talk,” he encourages against my mound, the vibration shooting directly through me.

“I have decided,” I mutter as he licks, sucks, and nips at my lips, teasing my opening with his tongue. This is a delightful and delicious pleasure that I don’t want to stop, even though deep inside, I know this is a dangerous game I’m playing with myself.

“Mmm, hmm,” he rumbles against me, “and what have you decided?”

“You came to the diner for me. You don’t do anything without purpose.”

He pauses only for a moment, but it’s enough to give me the answer I sought. See, in all this craziness of needing to defend myself, off-road chases, and then finding myself in a mafia boss’s bed, I can’t help but feel like there is a reason Massimo Costa inserted himself into my world. Sometimes a hesitation gives more of a response than any words can provide. His slight delay tells me I’m onto something.

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