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Holy shit, that feels good.His rough fingers circle my clit, pressing it with each stroke, and my tongue becomes as wild as his touch. “That’s it, lick my cum. Clean up my mess.”

Lightning lust zips up my spine, causing me to clench my pussy, and I freefall into the throes of desire, begging and pleading with more of his mess to clean.

To please my daddy like a good little pet.

Chapter Eight

Vinny

Her legs give way the moment I withdraw my fingers from her tight hole, and my cock is once again rock hard just from hearing her orgasm.

I pick up my girl bridal style and pull her against my chest, her eyes are hazy, and she falls lax in my hold. A slow smile spreads over her pretty face, so I take my time to analyze her features. Her lips pout into a bow shape and the freckles over her face twitch as she stares back at me with something akin to love in her eyes, but that can’t be right, can it?

The thought breaks my moment, and I stride through my office, then foyer and take two steps at a time until I reach her bedroom. I deposit her on the bed, then head toward her bathroom. “W-what are you doing?” Her voice filters through the sound of the running taps, and I dump a squirt of bubbles into the tub.

“Aftercare.”

“Huh? What?”

I poke my head around the door. “Aftercare. If you’d read the fucking contract fully, you’d understand.” My tone is full of accusation, but it shouldn’t be surprising. It’s become evident Gracie hasn’t done her research.

She rolls her eyes, and annoyance rushes through me, so I turn back to the tub. My irritation is short-lived when she appears in the doorway in nothing more than her cotton bra, bare pussy on display for me. The slickness between her legs, her hair giving just-fucked vibes, and a gleam of wetness coating her chin have my balls aching with a need to be satisfied. Again.

“I can take care of myself.” She leans against the door jamb.

“It’s my job to take care of you, Little Pet.”

She tilts her head, and I swirl the bubbles around with my hand. “Why do you like to have pets?” She chews on her lip.

I’ve been asked this question countless times over the years, but I’ve never given an honest response, shying away from opening up, yet with her, I find myself wanting to be truthful. I want to be me, and more so, I want her to like me.

I clear my throat. “You know I’m a Mafia don, right? Your father told you?”

She nods.

“My world is dangerous and cruel, and I had to make a sacrifice very early on in life in order for me to become the man I am today, and that sacrifice was affection, love. It’s not something we can afford to have.”

She swallows hard but maintains eye contact. “But what about your sons? You love them, right?” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper but not quite.

“I do. They’re my everything. But I’ve taught them what I was taught. They just chose not to use it.” My lip twitches at the thought of my sons ignoring my advice and forging their own paths, and honestly, I couldn’t be happier for them. I’m proud they insisted on taking women they love as their wives; something I never did. At the time, I thought that was the right option for me. Now? Not so much.

She wrings her hands in front of her. “My father said you’ve been married before. Did you not love your wives?”

“No, I didn’t.” I don’t shy away from telling her the truth. She needs to hear it and needs to know whatever she’s feeling will not be reciprocated on my part. “The closest I came was to your grandmother, Nancy. But that was more of a companionship.”

For the first time during our conversation, she flicks her eyes away before bringing them back to me. “My father says you had an arrangement with his mother. Did you have sex with her?”

“Yes.”

Her breath hitches, and I hate I might have hurt her, but I’m not a liar and have nothing to hide.

“Was she your pet?”

I drag a hand through my hair, uncomfortable with this line of questioning. If I answer truthfully, she will think there’s more to it than what there was when there isn’t.

“No. She wasn’t.”

Her shoulders sag and her face falls, and I’m on my feet in an instant to reassure her. I tuck her soft locks behind her ears, then tilt her chin up to face me.

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