Page 4 of Daddy's Addiction

He can’t be. Can he?

His dark hair is a tousled mess, short on the sides and longer on top. The upper buttons of his white shirt are open, exposing his olive skin—familiar olive skin.

I shake my head, refusing to believe it. Surely not.

His jawline is sharp, chiseled, and his face is stern in a very Mafia way I’ve become all too familiar with. I shake my head again. It can’t be.

He drags his tongue languorously over his lip as if savoring my taste. The action is somehow seductive and makes me squirm as wetness gathers in my panties from the sheer warmth penetrating from his body. His blatant perusal of my body, along with the growing sexual tension between us, has my cheeks heating with embarrassment. “You’re the hottest little whore they’ve ever sent.”

I freeze at his words, and my eyes grow wide when he shoves my skirt up as I effortlessly attempt to tug it back down and register his words.

Something isn’t right here. So I try and reason with him. “I think...” He kisses my neck and groans against me, making me sigh into him, molding against him like putty. “I think...” I try again, but words struggle to form. “I think there’s been a mistake,” I breathe out in a pathetic whisper when his fingers trail along the fabric of my cotton panties, grazing my throbbing clit. He heaves me up against the wall, and his hard cock throbs against me. I lose any coherent thought under his touch, and when he presses the tips of his fingers harder against my aching bud, I can’t help the desperate whimper that slips from my lips, “Please.”

A throat clears from behind him, and I jolt, but he ignores the man and continues sucking my neck, making me melt into him with a purr of satisfaction.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. Sure, I’ve fooled around with boys, fumbling boys, but this is a man taking what he wants from me.

The throat clears again. “Sir, your guest has arrived.” I peer over his shoulder to a man dressed in a butler outfit.

He chuckles against me, pressing a soft kiss to my neck before he drops me to my feet and turns toward the butler. “Yes, obviously, Marshall. Thank you,” he grits out, positioning himself in front of me as if not wanting Marshall to see me. The thought of his possessiveness has me craving him even more. I feel wanted for the first time in my life, and I crave more of it.

Marshall clears his throat again and, this time, steps forward.

“What the fuck is it, Marshall? What now?” he snaps, his eyes flaring with rage.

“I’m sorry, sir. It’s just your guest is coming up the driveway now.” Marshall glances toward the door, and he turns in that direction. Confusion mars his face, his eyebrows narrow slightly. Marshall steps forward and lowers his voice. “I believe there’s been an unfortunate mistake, sir.”

There’s a knock on the door, making him turn to me, then the door once again.

“I believe this is Miss Jade,” Marshall responds while holding his hand out in my direction.

“Miss Jade?” My name rolls off his tongue as he repeats it slowly, and I whimper at the growly edge to it.

I nod frantically like an idiot at Marshall’s assumption. Nerves racking through me, but something else too. Need.

His hooded eyes scan over me. “Miss Jade.” He repeats, as though unsure of who I am. Surely, they told him I was coming.

Marshall moves forward, lowering his head toward his ear and speaking so low I almost don’t hear. Almost.

“Miss Zenya’s daughter, sir. Your stepdaughter.”

I recognize the moment the words register in his head. His face pales, and his eyes widen in horror, and he steps back so quick it’s as though he’s been burned.

I close my eyes at the surge of pain that single action causes.

With my lips still tingling from his kiss, my panties still wet from his touch, and my heart still hammering from desire, the disappointment curdles inside me like an infection spreading to my bloodstream.

Tommy drops his head, placing his hands on his hips, and every muscle in his body seems coiled tight as he takes sharp, deep breaths that make my heart race in panic.

The atmosphere turns cold. Dangerous even.

Slowly, he raises his dark gaze toward mine, and his nostrils flare. His venomous glare has my lip trembling at the sudden turn of events.

“Take her the fuck upstairs and keep her the hell away from me!” he spits in my direction, and my heart plummets in devastation.

ChapterThree

Jade

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