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“I can smell your arousal, Gracie.” My body heats with fire, and I open my mouth to tell him he can’t possibly, then I snap it shut with the look of amusement on his face. “Don’t worry, Little Pet. I’m hungry too.” He placesmy hand on his thick cock, and my breath stutters. “Fuck, you feel good,” he groans, and squeezes my hand with his large one, and I can’t help but to stroke the tip of his cock with my thumb, delighting in the way his muscles coil beneath my touch.

My daddy might control every inch of me, but I control him too.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Vinny

After leaving the restaurant, my cock was as solid as a fucking rock. The buckle of my belt chaffed the tip, and it hurt like a bitch. Still, I was determined to make sure Gracie suffered just as much as me. I wasn’t lying when I said I could smell her pussy. Her arousal calls to me, and fuck me, does she smell divine, especially with my cum dripping from her.

In the SUV, I clipped the seatbelt over her, and while driving to the mall, I caressed her clit over her wet panties, but never enough to bring her to full orgasm. No, she will do that with my cock nestled deep inside her, pumping her full of my seed with determination for it to take form.

Walking through the mall, I grip her hand in mine. This is a new concept to me, and I’m aware being out in public showing affection toward her is pinning a target on her back, but I’m confident in thesecurity I have in place around me and my girl at all times to not care too much. What she doesn’t know, is this means she will always be of high value to not just me but my enemies too, so while I have always been strategic in my display of affection, today, I couldn’t give a fuck. Quite frankly, I’ve never cared about anyone enough to justify their protection, but now, I relish it. Her small hand in mine as we walk through the foyer has me drawing her fingers toward my lips, giving her open affection I’ve never shown anyone else.

Glancing at the gold sign of “Opaque” above the shop I want to take her, I take a deep breath and hope like hell one of my old submissives isn’t working today.

Luck is not on my side.

The moment we enter the shop, this feels like a mistake. A grave fucking mistake. “Vinny!” she shrieks, setting my teeth on edge, and the way Gracie shrinks back beside me has my arm pulling her tightly against my chest. Her fingers wrap around my sleeve, holding me against her. It’s like she’s terrified to be in the store.

“Cindy. This is Gracie. I’d like you to take good care of her.” My tone is stern and clear, the meaning behind the words unmistakable.Don’t fuck with her.

Her jaw tightens as she takes Gracie in. Then something shines in Cindy’s eyes, and she glances toward Gracie’s collar before snapping her eyes back to mine, masking the cruel gleam in an instant.

“Bad idea, sir,” Massio grunts in my ear, but I refuse to listen. She’ll do as she’s fucking told or reap the consequences.

“My name is Selina. What is it she needs?” Her eyes bore into me with vengeance.

“Everything,” I state, ignoring the fact I got her name slightly wrong.

“The usual, then?” Her smile taunts me, and not for the first time in my life, I could happily drain the life from a woman’s eyes. Gracie drops her hold on me and steps to my side, almost out of reach, and I hate the movement. My teeth grind and I side-eye her.

She’s acting nonchalant, looking at everything in the store but me and Cindy… or Selina, who the fuck ever.

“She can have anything she wants.”

Selina rolls her eyes, and in the past, that move would have had me spanking the brat out of her asscheeks, but today, all I see is a woman with a shitty attitude trying to belittle someone else while disrespecting me.

She eyes Gracie up and down, not even attempting to hide her contempt. Then with a cluck of her tongue she opens her mouth. “Follow me, and I’ll make it work somehow.” When she spins on her heels and heads toward the fitting rooms, I’m about to tell Gracie I’ll be there in a minute, but she struts past me without a second glance and follows Selina.

“She’s pissed at you,” Massio states, like I don’t know.

I drag a finger over my lip as she disappears into the fitting room. “I realize.”

“You knew the girl worked here. You gave her the fucking job,” he spits out with venom, shocking the hell out of me. I swallow back the lump gathered in my throat, and panic crawls up my spine. How the hell am I supposed to remember who works here on what days.

Guilt rears its ugly head. Gracie is delicate, the last thing I want is someone with a spiteful tongue knocking her confidence and hurting her.

“I wasn’t thinking,” I snap back, pissed at myself.

“Well, she’s going to fucking love making Gracie feel like shit.” He gestures toward the fitting room, causing my temple to pulsate. I don’t like her being in there with her spilling her poison. “She’s not like any of your other girls.” His words are an understatement. Damn fucking right she’s not like any of the other girls.

She’s the only girl.

“I’ll make her pay, don’t you fucking worry,” I grind out, striding toward the fitting room, and a belly laugh sounds from Massio.

Fucker.

Gracie

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