Page 12 of Daddy's Addiction

She’s been gone all fucking day, and I have no idea where the hell she is. Why the fuck didn’t I put a tracker on her phone?

I throw down my pen because I can’t concentrate on a single thing.

As far as my father knows, I don’t work, but he doesn’t know I keep track of the nightclub accounts and feed the information back to Rafael, as I refuse to allow my father the knowledge of me accepting any Mafia responsibility.

Of course, Rafael keeps it quiet because this is all shit he should be doing, but I actually enjoy keeping my mind active. Though I continue to allow my father to think the worst of me, I let him believe I do nothing with my time other than fulfill my drug and sex addictions. Whatever I do won’t be good enough in his eyes, so why try and prove otherwise? I do this for me, not him.

But today, my mind isn’t on work. No, it’s stuck on the girl that came storming into my life like a fucking whirlwind.

She might be my stepdaughter, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting her in ways I know I shouldn’t.

Although I fail to fucking care that I shouldn’t want her. Not when it’s clear she wants me as much as I want her.

Not only do I want to fuck her brains out, but I want to care for her too. Something I haven’t wanted to do in a long time.

The innocent-looking girl whose emerald eyes have lodged so deep in my mind I seem to see nothing but her. The way she came and the look of innocence on her face when I coated her with my cum in what was the most intense high of my entire life lives in my mind. I didn’t even need drugs to achieve it.

Now I’m fucking hooked.

Addicted.

I’ve swapped one addiction for another. Only, this one is more deadly; she has the ability to render me powerless. Yet I have no intention of heeding the warning bells going off in my mind.

No, I want nothing more than to watch her face as I push my cock into her little pussy. I bet it’s so fucking tight too. My cock throbs at imagining slamming inside her so hard she has to cling to me with her small hands. Mmm, I’ll mold that little hole so it fits only my cock.

My mind races with thoughts of what she’s doing and with whom. Is she sleeping with that kid who had his eyes firmly latched on to her ass?

I should have taken the little prick’s eyes out. Sent the little punk home blind for daring to look at what’s mine. Because she is mine.

My little girl to protect.

And if anyone tries to take her from me, I’ll fucking kill them.

Jade

The door closes with a snick, and I note the light on in the living room. I glance up toward the stairs, tempted to creep up there and go to bed, but something makes me stalk toward the living room, and when I open the door to Tommy sprawled out on the couch, I freeze.

My heart free-falls as I take him in.

He’s wearing a white T-shirt and loose joggers that showcase his impressive bulge, which makes me lick my lips at the thought of how he came on my face. I’ve never seen a cock up close before, and watching him unravel in front of me was the most erotic thing I have ever seen.

His eyes are closed, so I step closer. The dark locks of his tousled hair cover his forehead, and I long to push it back to fully see his face.

He’s absolutely gorgeous and totally forbidden. So why do I feel this need to crawl into his lap while his muscled arms flex tightly around me? Why do I crave him so much?

I shake my head and move to step back, but his hand snaps out and grabs me, making me jolt at the roughness behind his touch.

His eyes snap open, glaring daggers at me. “Where the fuck have you been?”

I swallow nervously. “With friends.”

He sits up but doesn’t release my arm. “What fucking friends? Who? With that guy from the pool?” His eyes narrow on me as my mind struggles to think of what to say.

“Are you fucking him?” His jaw tightens, and his gaze shoots daggers at me.

Is he jealous? Hope flares inside me as heat travels into my cheeks. A little embarrassed at the thought, when my mouth opens, no words come out. I’m rendered dumbstruck at his accusation.

Finally, I take a deep breath and exhale. He parades women through the mansion like they’re trophies. How dare he question what I get up to and with whom?

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