Page 20 of Mafia Daddy

"Then be a good little girl and push your pretty ass back on me," he growls, and I obey without hesitation.

I feel him grip my hips tightly as he drives himself into me, his thrusts becoming harder and more intense this time around. I cry out in pure bliss as he pounds me nonstop, the sound of our bodies hitting each other mingles with our ragged breaths.

"You look so beautiful like this baby girl, your legs spread wide with my cock buried inside that tight pussy," he groans.

"Come for Daddy, little girl," he whispers as he reaches around to pinch my nipple.

And that is all it takes for me to explode.

My orgasm rips through me like wildfire, the intensity of it leaving me gasping and trembling. Carlo holds me up as my body shakes with the force of my release, my moans of pleasure echoing through the room.

When I finally come back to earth, Carlo turns me around and lifts me so my back is against the window glass. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, his manhood still hard and pulsing as he enters me again.

"I love feeling you clench around me," he mutters, his lips brushing against my neck. "You are fucking perfect."

Feeling a surge of emotion rising in me, I wrap my arms around Carlo's neck and ride him. His breaths become harsher, his muscles straining. I can feel him throbbing inside me before he finally comes with a loud groan, warm seed filling my inner walls.

As we come down from the high, I realize one thing—I want more of this. Everyday. Every night. With him and only him.

13

CARLO

Iget off the elevator and head to our room. I can’t wait to tell Cara about the call I received from a real estate agent. She’s found the perfect apartment for us.

Even though I’ve been living in this city for more than two decades, I was never comfortable putting down roots. At the back of my mind, it’s not home, just where the job takes me. But now that Cara’s here, maybe it’s about time I find a place of my own instead of the complex Benicio provides for his associates.

I got the call while I was at the bakery. I bought two of everything, still not sure if Cara likes sweet or savory this early in the morning.

As I get closer to our room, something feels off. I notice it quickly and I always listen to my gut. It has saved me more times than I can count. My heart rate picks up and my entire body is primed for a fight.

The door is ajar and something breaks inside. Without thinking twice, I kick it open and blood freezes in my veins at the sight of Lucas, face still purple with bruises and cuts, with one arm around Cara’s neck and the other holding a gun to her head.

Cazzo! Merda!

Anger curls hot and unstoppable low in my belly.

“Lucas,” I say, baring my teeth and pinning him with a hostile glare, ready to spring into action the moment I sense weakness. I shake my head slightly at Cara, signaling her to stay put because I’ll take care of this.

“You fucking beat me bloody! Who do you think you are? You’re nothing but Benicio’s right hand! You should be licking the dirt off my boots!”

I don’t respond because I have a feeling he’s not done with his monologue.

“My own men look at me and think me a fool, a loser, someone incompetent. A mafia boss’ man gone rogue, beating me, and taking my fiancee for himself? You’re nothing but acoglione! And before I’m done with you, you and this bitch can spend eternity in hell together!”

He tightens his forearm on her and panic takes hold of Cara. She whimpers, eyes wide, breathing quick and shallow.

I throw our breakfast to the floor and take advantage of Lucas’ momentary distraction. Without warning, I lunge forward, pushing Cara away and kicking the gun out of his reach. I throw a powerful right hook at his jaw. A lightning-fast uppercut connects with his midsection, making him grunt in pain. I don’t give him time to recover. This fucker just hurt Cara.

Each blow I deliver is packed with bone-crushing force, landing precise strikes that start to wear him down. I don’t know how long we stay like that. Me throwing punches wherever I can. Him failing to dodge and stumbling back.

With an animalistic shout, I unleash the final, devastating blow. Another uppercut to his jaw. Lucas crumples to the ground, gasping for breath.

Making sure he’s no longer a threat to Cara, I rush to her, quickly checking her for injuries. “Are you okay, baby girl? Anything hurts?”

She shakes her head, wiping angrily at her tears. “I’m fine, Carlo. Thank you for saving me again. I was so scared.”

“He won’t bother you again. I’ll make sure of it.”

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