Page 3 of Daddy's Addiction

“Six weeks.”

“Six?” I question in outrage, and my jaw drops open. “Six fucking weeks?”

“Tommy, if you want to continue the lifestyle you have, I suggest you put it on hold for six weeks. That’s all I ask.” He smooths his palms down his shirt as though he’s finished with the conversation.

I slump back in my chair. He’s punishing me all over again. The hold he has over me is money. Without him, I have none and he knows it. And boy, do I fucking know it.

Dragging my hand through my hair, I try to come up with a plan. Maybe I can get her a nanny or something? A sitter? I can ask my housekeeper to arrange it.

Yes, yes, I’ll do that. I’ll get someone to amuse the kid while I live my life. I can handle six weeks. I can continue living my life while the kid is cared for. Nothing needs to change.

“I need her in a safe environment,” he adds on, as if reading my thoughts.

He doesn’t mean her living with me as a form of protection because that goes without saying. As a Mafia family, we’re all protected. No, he’s referring to my lifestyle choices. The drugs, drinking, and sex.

“I mean it, Tommy. No drugs. Six fucking weeks, that’s all I ask.”

Huh, like it’s that easy.

“Fine,” I snap out. “When does she arrive?” I stand and head toward the door, finished with the conversation.

“Saturday,” he calls out as I walk through it, but I don’t miss the sound of hope in his voice, making me want to vomit at the pathetic notion.

“Look after her.” His words barely register.

ChapterTwo

Tommy

I’ve been angsty as fuck all week, and I’m ready to blow off some steam. So when the doorbell rings, signaling my Saturday night Indulgence girl, I race down the stairs like the addict I am, ready for my next hit.

Glancing at the mirror at the bottom of the stairs, I grin to myself. I was blessed with looks, that’s for sure. At least the whores I fuck get to screw someone good-looking. I swing open the front door eagerly to find a young woman staring up at me with wide green eyes full of uncertainty. Scanning over her, I take in her bedraggled state, she’s drenched, and the thought pisses me off that the car clearly didn’t drop her at the door like usual. The rain lashes down behind her and she shivers, making my eyes latch on to her outfit of choice for tonight.

The girl opted for a school uniform. My lip quirks up in delight. This is new, different, and my cock is on board with it as it pulsates and springs to life from a mere glance at her. My balls tighten, drawing up with need, especially when my gaze roams over her trembling lips and her peaked nipples begging to be sucked and toyed with. I graze a hand over my solid cock, letting her know how much I approve of her outfit. Her eyes widen innocently. Fuck me, she’s adorable and edible all rolled into one. I’m going to have some fun with her. It’s been a long time since my cock had this reaction to a woman—years.

My mouth waters to taste her, and my cock leaks to devour her and fill her until I spill down her thighs. Fuck yes.

Her soaked hair sticks to her face as loose brunette waves trail down her shoulders and over the fabric of her white school shirt, which clings to her, making it see-through thanks to the heavy downpour. And fuck my life am I grateful for it. Her tits strain the buttons, and those pebbled nipples are the perfect size, ready to tug into my mouth, nibble and caress, mark as mine.

A pleated school skirt reaches her midthigh, and I itch to push it up around her waist while dropping to my knees and honoring the little siren sent to torture me with impure thoughts.

Fuck, Indulgence outdid themselves this time. I need to shoot the owner, Oscar O’Connell, a thank-you message. My lip tips up at the thought.

My hand snaps out and I grab her wrist forcefully, causing a small gasp of surprise to leave her plump lips. That little murmur alone sends a bolt of electricity through my body, bringing me to life while making my cock leak strings of precum from the tip, marking my pants in the process. Never have I had such a reaction to a simple touch.

Tugging her inside, I spin her to face me and slam her against the wall. “Tsk, tsk, naughty little girl, dressing like this.” My gaze travels over her body, and she sucks in a sharp breath, then nibbles on her bottom lip under the intensity of my stare. “You look like a little whore.” I push myself against her, my solid cock flush against her small frame. “Such a naughty little girl.” Gently, I allow my thumb to graze her bottom lip, my voice a gentle whisper against her smooth skin, “You’re making me hard, little girl.” Her green eyes bulge, and her lips part, giving me the perfect opportunity to slam my mouth against hers without thinking. I shove my tongue deep inside her mouth with a growl. My hand entwines with her hair, fisting it hard, and I tug it back so sharply she winces with the bite of pain behind my action. Her small hands try to shove me away, but it only makes me press against her harder, enjoying this little push-pull game she’s playing with me. She makes me smile into the kiss when her hands grip my shirt instead of forcing me away, giving up on the fight as quickly as starting it. I like her submissive against me. Revel in it even.

My pulse races as heat spreads through my body, and a fierce determination to fuck her ruthlessly drives me wild, feral, with a need to claim her. Roughly, I grind my solid cock against her petite frame again, earning a whimper that I swallow whole as my grip on her hair tightens and so does her body.

Pulling back breathlessly to stare at her with our chests rising in unison, I realize I’ve actually kissed the girl. My lips tingle, my heart hammers and my mouth goes dry as our eyes remain locked. Of course, she has no idea of the enormity of the situation, but I do.

This little minx is mine.

If only for tonight.

Jade

My heart thuds erratically against my chest. His black eyes are familiar, yet I refuse to acknowledge them. I refuse to believe this man is my stepfather.

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