Page 8 of Mafia Priest

“Have you heard a single fucking word I’ve said? Nothingcould make me send you away. You’re fucking perfect. And you’re mine—do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she says, voice soft, a lingering shame suffusing the word.

Fucking hell. I can’t have this. I can’t have her thinking for a single goddamn minute that she’s anything other than amazing.

“Yes,what?” I demand, shoving aside my reservations. If my angel needs a daddy, then she’ll get one. And I’ll destroy anyone who tries to make her feel ashamed.

“Yes… Daddy.”

Slipping a hand beneath her dress, I caress the smooth skin of her thigh, not stopping until I find the edge of her panties. Sliding a finger beneath the damp scrap of fabric, I hold her gaze, awed by the innocent need and trust I find there.

My cock presses against her ass, desperate to be inside her. Ignoring it, I trace her slit. God, she’s already so wet, so fucking ready for me. Ineedto be inside her, but I shouldn’t even be sitting here playing with her pretty little cunt, and yet I’d cut off my hand sooner than stop.

Her head falls forward as my finger ghosts over her clit. Moaning, she presses her forehead against mine, breath coming faster. She’s too innocent to understand what she’s asking for, but God help me, I’ll give it to her.

My finger circles her entrance, teasing the silky flesh there, tormenting us both until I finally give in, breaching her for the first time. Exploring her tight, wet hole is torture, especially when she tightens around my finger and whimpers, “Daddy…”

Still stretching her, I keep my voice low. “Listen closely, little girl. Your bodyguard is on the other side of that door. I don’t want to stop what we’re doing, but I will if that’s what it takes to keep you safe. If you aren’t absolutely fucking quiet, Iwillstop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, voice shaking.

“Good. Because in a minute, I’m going to fuck you. And you’re so tiny, baby, that at first it will hurt and you might be tempted to scream.”

At the wordhurt,her pussy squeezes my finger, a flood of wetness coating my hand. Fuck. I can’t do it. I can’t go another goddamn minute without tasting her.

Withdrawing my finger from her sweet little cunt, I slide it between my lips, holding her gaze. The sea-salt taste of her is fucking everything. Scooping her into my arms, I stand. But as I’m turning to toss her onto her back, her heel catches on a statue of the Blessed Virgin, toppling it to the ground.

I freeze, keeping her cradled against my chest. She looks up at me, fearful. I want to reassure her. But just as I’m about to say that statues are replaceable, there’s a knock on the door.

Lowering her onto the couch, I place a finger against her lips.

“Everything all right, Father?”

“Everything’s fine,” I call out, crossing the room. A split second after I lock the door, the doorknob rattles. “Miss Mancini is just finishing up her confession.”

Heavy footsteps move away. When I turn back to Bianca, she’s trembling. Sitting beside her, I pull her into my arms. “It’s okay, baby. He doesn’t know.”

“But what will I tell him?”

Rising, I grab a book from a shelf. “I thought you should read Thomas Aquinas. When I tookSumma Theologicaoff the shelf, the statue fell.” I set the book on the couch.

She shakes her head. “You’re awfully good at lying for a priest.”

I retrieve her coat and hand it to her. “I wasn’t always a priest, angel. Let’s just say I got a lot of practice in my former career.”

She takes the coat but doesn’t put it on. “Is that how you… how you knew what to do with me?”

Kneeling, I take her hand, our entwined fingers resting on her lap, so close to her pussy I can feel its heat. “If you’re asking whether I’m a virgin, no. But that was a long time ago. Only you matter now, and you’ll be my last.”

“Even though we didn’t…” She frowns. “I ruined everything with my clumsiness.”

Disentangling our fingers, I grasp the bare skin of her legs with both hands, just below the obscenely short hem of her dress. “You ruined nothing.” I massage her thighs, my hands sliding higher, pushing her dress up. “My impatience is to blame. You don’t know what you do to me, honey.”

Her gaze drifts to the locked door. Iknowthis is madness. Her guard is already suspicious. I should send her on her way. But I can’t, not with the scent of her so close I can taste her.

Pulling her panties off, I shove them into my pocket. Her pussy is perfection. Holding her gaze, I slide my tongue along her slit, tracing a path from her hole to her clit. Spreading her soft folds, I lap at her juicy little cunt, going slow even though I’m dying to make her scream both God’s name and mine.

She’s the picture of innocent debauchery, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated, teeth pressed into her bottom lip. But then she shifts her hips restlessly, pressing her pussy into my face, and I can’t hold back.

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