Page 8 of Mafia Daddy's Girl

"Let me run you a bath."

She smiles, a small, tired little expression. "I'm a big girl, Sandro. I can handle it. Why don't you call the guys, find out what happened?"

I already forgot about the phone in my pocket. "I'll do both. Sit."

After making sure she's settled at the dining room table with a chilled Perrier, I step into the next room, dialing Marco's number. He picks up on the first ring.

"Boss, we're trying to run the cops off right now."

"Good. Keep me updated. I'll be back tonight."

When I return to the living room, Emilia has moved and is standing at the glass wall of windows, looking out at the city skyline. I approach her from behind, resting a hand on her shoulder. "I called Marco. He's handling things."

"Good. Sandro, you know this was a warning shot, right?"

"I do."

"It could have killed you."

I turn her, gripping her arms. "But it didn't. Now let's get you cleaned up."

Her cheeks flush, and she looks away. "I, um, can handle it?—"

"No."

She's looking at me strangely. I've been firm and commanding with her since the first time I met her, but now my tone borders on outright possessive. I can't help it. The sight of her covered in soot and ash and tear tracks makes me feel violent, and the only thing I can think to do is clean her up.

Plus, the idea of having her naked in my bathtub is a huge perk.

Emilia swallows, nodding once. "Okay."

I lead her down the hall, turning lights on as we go. The master bathroom is all white tile and gray marble, and it's big enough tohold an entire army, but all I care about is the sunken tub tucked into the corner. I start the water, letting the tub fill.

She's unsure, I can read it in her body language, but Emmy is also curious. She's watching me with those big blue eyes, waiting for my next move. The situation is already painfully intimate, and it will only take one more move for it to become something more.

So I move.

I'm slow, more gentle than my instincts push me to be, cupping her jaw with one hand and tilting her face to slant my mouth over hers. She whimpers, but doesn't pull away, opening her lips and returning the kiss with an enthusiasm that makes me hard in seconds.

I've never wanted anything more than I want this girl.

I'm still kissing her, sliding my tongue into her mouth, as my hands wander down her back, cupping her ass. She's in a knee-length sheath dress, and I find the zipper easily, pulling it down and helping her shimmy out of the garment. Her hands are already busy with the buttons on my shirt, and when I break the kiss, she yanks the fabric off my shoulders.

Emilia is beautiful, and her body is no exception. She's wearing a simple white bra and panty set, and the lace does little to conceal the hard nipples poking against the material. Her stomach is soft, her hips flaring out from her waist, and her ass deliciously round. My cock twitches, and I reach around her to unhook the clasp. The lace falls away, and her full, perfect breasts are bared for me, her nipples a dusky pink.

I kiss her again, lifting her easily into my arms and carrying her to the edge of the tub. Emmy kicks off her shoes and pulls herpanties down her legs, and as soon as she's completely naked, I ease her into the steaming water.

"Oh god," she groans, laying her head against the back of the tub and closing her eyes. "This feels so good."

I kneel beside her, coaxing her to lean forward so I can wash her perfect body with soft, teasing strokes. When the water goes gray from soot, I drain it, filling it again and continuing to touch her. This time my fingers linger on her nipples, running circles around the sensitive buds, the other hand drifting down her stomach to her pussy. Her soft sounds of pleasure fill the steamy bathroom, and every one of them makes me want to fuck her more.

This isn't about me. This is about making Emilia Moretti feel good and erasing the trauma of the explosion.

"Sandro..."

Her eyes are closed and her lips are parted, and the way she's saying my name, the low moan, is going to haunt me for the rest of my life. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you."

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