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A loud, unrecognizable noise leaves me when he smacks my tit, then pinches my nipple, sending a flurry of pleasure through me. My tits shake and sway as he fucks up into me. My orgasm erupts. “That’s it, give it to Daddy,” he encourages.

My body curls tight, and I throw my head back. “Daddy, please.”

“Fuck, yes!” His body stills. The hand on my hip and the tight squeeze on my tit grip me firmer as his cock pulsates below me.

Then, as I slowly come down from my orgasm and my rapid breaths regulate, I lift my head to face him. My stomach plummets at the anger coating his features, and heat blossoms deeper over my face. His jaw tics, his body coils tight, and his veins protrude on his forehead.

“Go to bed, little girl,” he snipes out. Emotion clogs my throat at his harsh tone.

Hurt lances through my chest at how quickly he’s dismissing me. After gifting myself to him that way, he’s treating me like just another one of his many whores.

I scramble from his lap and head toward the door, noticing the large wet patch on his joggers from where he came as I rush away.

“Jade.”

I freeze and look over my shoulder toward him.

“Lock your door.” The danger behind his insinuation is evident. He wants me, but he’s angry at me and with himself for wanting it.

As I walk through the door and up the stairs, I do so with the knowledge I want nothing more than for Daddy to creep into my room at night and take me.

To make me his.

ChapterSeven

Jade

Itiptoe down the stairs, clutching my purse as I head toward the front door, hoping to leave without him knowing. Not that he would care anyway. Why should he? Nobody else ever has.

Tommy has been distant. All I know is it’s been almost a week since our last encounter and since then, he’s locked himself in his bedroom and I haven’t seen him at all.

No doubt he’s been drinking himself into oblivion again, and, as usual, at some point during the day, he’ll drag himself out of bed late with a hangover and make himself scarce in the huge mansion. Avoiding me, much like he did after the pool party when he shut it down and sent everyone home, then distanced himself from me.

I let jealousy creep in when I wonder if he’s fulfilling his needs with the women he pays. Do they call him Daddy, too? The thought has a pool of dread sitting like a rock in my stomach, threatening to expel the meager contents.

Do I mean so little to him? Am I just a toy for him to play with?

I’ve been at his mansion for almost a fortnight and have yet to see Tommy go to work. My mind wanders over whether he does work. I know his family is part of the Mafia. But I don’t know what, if anything, Tommy does for them.

His father must provide for him because there’s no way a man can afford the mansion, cars, and lifestyle he has without financial help from somewhere. Not to mention the women he pays.

I can’t help but wonder why he doesn’t have a girlfriend or why he’s not married again. According to the Mafia way of life, by now, he should be married with children of his own. My heart plummets at the thought.

Plus, the man is gorgeous and clearly very wealthy. All his brothers are in relationships. I know this because I’ve met them at family functions where Tommy was always absent, as though detaching himself from them all.

My hand reaches for the door handle, but it’s yanked to the side, forcing me to loosen my grip. Our eyes clash, mine filled with shock and his with rage.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His gruff, possessive tone sends a ripple of arousal through me. As if sensing it, his lip turns up into a knowing smirk.God, I want to slap it away and kiss it better.

I shake my head, trying to come to my senses. Raising my head and jutting my chin out, I say, “Out.”

His eyebrows furrow as he scans over me. There’s nothing to see. I’m in leggings and a baggy hoodie, comfy clothes.

“Where?”

Irritation burns my skin. He’s been absent all week and now he cares?

I’ve never had to answer to someone before because nobody has ever cared. Why should I have to answer to someone now? “If you must know, the store.”

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