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Then she clears her throat. “What else did you like, honey?”

“The church. I’m not religious, not like my mama anyway, but I like helping people.”

She sits forward. “I go to church, and we have fundraisers, is that something you’d like to help with?”

I bite into my lip, looking at my lap, unwilling to commit to anything. “I’d have to ask Vinny.”

She smiles and pats my leg. “You leave Vinny to me.”

When I meet her eyes, I mirror the smile on her face. Something tells me Hazel is trying to get me to stay, and as tempting as it is, I want to go home.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Vinny

The room is blanketed in darkness when I slip inside.

After Massio left, I spent the next hour on the phone listening in on Rafael’s breakdown of what he’d discovered during his torture of dealers. It was no shock to hear that Harrison Davis did indeed plant him inside the club, but our security intercepted him before the police arrived. The man certainly has a boner for our family, and as a thorn in our side, we will spend every waking day on edge until that damn thorn is removed.

Her soft snoozes are like a cloak of contentment whispering over my skin with each breath she takes, and as I stroke the tie with the tips of my fingers, I can’t help but reevaluate my previous plans. Should I just let her sleep?

Pre-cum slides down the tip of my cock at imagining taking her in her sleep, so I watch the shadow of her small form while I undress. Was there really any other option?

Grabbing the tie, I make my way toward the top of the bed to stare down at her. Beautiful, every inch of her. Bringing a lock of her hair to my nostrils, I breathe her in, then let the silkiness slip from my fingertips and onto the pillow. I flick on the bedside light, and she stirs in her sleep. She stretches like a cat, and her pouty lips move, but she doesn’t open her eyes, still deep enough in her slumber to allow me to carry out my devious plan. With the hook on her collar between my fingers, I thread the tie through it and wrap the other end around the bedframe. After moving down the bed, I grip her ankles and flip her onto her stomach, and she jolts with a loud squeal.

My cock bursts pre-cum at the noise, and my tongue thickens when I imagine taking her roughly, but I choose to pacify her instead. “It’s okay, Little Pet, Daddy’s here.”

She exhales and her shoulders sag.

“Lift up onto your knees so Daddy can lick you.”

With her elbows digging into the mattress, she pushes herself up onto her knees, leaving her ass and pussy exposed for me. “Good girl,” I praise from behind her, stroking her toned asscheek. Without warning, I raise my palm and slap her ass hard, the crack reverberating through the room, and she releases a whimper that has my cock jumping with triumph. “That’s a good little pet, taking Daddy’s punishment.”

Slap.

“Next time I tell you to do something”—slap—“you do it!” The sound of my palm connecting with her ass again has my cock leaking.

Slap.

“Apologize.”

She buries her head in the sheets, a sob emanating from her, and my heart seizes for a split second, then my blood rushes as her slickness gathers between her legs. “Such a greedy little slut for Daddy.” My hand crashes against her asscheek.

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy.” I yank the free end of the tie, using it as a rein to force her head where I want it to be.

Slap.

“I-I’m sorry.”

Slap.

“I’ll be a good girl.” She sniffles. “I promise.”

Gently, I stroke over her reddened ass, reveling in the way she pushes back against my hand. “Daddy’s going to fill your cunt with his cum.”

“Please …”

“I’m going to force my baby inside you, Gracie.”

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