“Mmm. Didn’t think he would be. Have you spoken to him about it?”

  “No, he wanted me to quit, but I have a shift on Saturday. I’ll tell him I’m going before I leave.”

  “Something tells me Tommy Marino isn’t going to be so happy about his girl working.”

  I lift my gaze to hers. “I’m not his girl.” Even saying the words stings. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I’m his little girl, but I bite my tongue.

  My phone buzzes on the table, and “Daddy” flashes on the screen.

  Flicking open the message, warmth fills me at his words.

  Daddy: I miss you.

  Me: I miss you too.

  Daddy: I’m going out. But I won’t be long.

  Me: Okay. I’ll be home soon anyway.

  Daddy: I like that you call it home.

  I swoon at his words, loving how I call it home too.

  Me: Me too.

  Daddy: I’m going to drive my cock home later. Right into you.

  I scoff with a giggle, making Ellie raise an eyebrow in my direction, but I shake my head, refusing to divulge my private life any further. I’ve already overstepped today; I need to speak to Tommy before I go too far.

  Daddy: Rafael might swing by later, he needs to collect some paperwork.

  Me: Okay. Can I bring Ellie home for a while?

  Daddy: Of course. You don’t need to ask. It’s your home too, Jade.

  Daddy: No boys.

  I grin back at the phone, loving how possessive he is of me.

  Me: You were pissed last time I had guests.

  Daddy: That was different, and you know it. You had your tits out.

  My mouth falls open.

  Daddy: Right now, I’m imagining your mouth open and my cock stuffing it.

  Me: I have no words.

  Daddy: Yes, you do. Daddy will suffice.

  Me: Yes, Daddy.

  Me: Stuff my mouth with your cock.

  Daddy: Jesus. I’m as hard as a fucking rock again.

  I smile as I take a drink of my milkshake, imagining him walking around with his hard cock.

  Daddy: I’ll punish you later.

  Me: Yes, Daddy.

  Daddy: Good girl.

  Smiling down at my phone, I place it in my purse.

  “Fancy coming back to my house for a while? Tommy is out.”

  Ellie throws down her straw. “Damn, and I wanted to check out Daddy Tommy’s package.” She sticks her tongue out at me, making me laugh as we gather our shopping bags.

  Excitement fills me as we head out the door toward home.

  Finally, a place where I can be myself.

  Tommy

  Laughter fills the air as I walk into my home, and I breathe in the sound.

  For the first time in years, I couldn’t wait to return here.

  I know Jade thinks I don’t work, but occasionally, I have to oversee things. So when my father needed files sent over from his office, he called me. Which is rare, given I’m usually the last person he would ever ask to do anything for him. But his asking me out of the blue made it easier for me to relent and do it. Given he gave up asking me to help years ago.

  When Jenna noticed me, she followed me into my father’s office like a guard dog protecting its territory. My jaw clenched in annoyance as she watched over me while I transferred the files and emailed them over to him. Then she rounded his desk and fell to her knees, making my balls shrivel up and my body shake, threatening to expel the contents.

  “What do you think you are doing?” I gritted out.

  She threw her hair over her shoulder and licked her lips in a manner that could have been deemed seductive.

  “I’m going to give you a blow job.” Her nails dug into my thighs, and I swiped her grabby hands away from me.

  “Like fuck you are!” I spat out.

  I pushed back in my chair to stand, heading toward the door before she could follow.

  “Tommy, wait. You can come on my face, just how you like it.”

  My eyes bugged out. The only place I want my cum is inside my woman, filling her with my child.

  “Whatever this was”—I waved my hand around in her direction while trying to keep the look of disgust off my face—“is over. I’m a taken man.”

  Her mouth fell open. And where normally I’d have stuffed it until she choked, I really couldn’t think of anything I’d like less.

  Not when I have my girl waiting for me at home.

  A loud squeal makes my step stutter and I turn my head to listen to the sound. “Three, two, one. I’m coming to find you, Oliver.”

  My nephew’s laughter fills the foyer, and I can’t help but smile at the sound. When he comes skidding across the marble floor in front of me, I’m stunned by how much he’s grown. Guilt floods me. Have I become so detached that the last I remember him, he was crawling? He makes a lame attempt to hide behind my legs, and I laugh out loud at his innocence.

  Jade’s friend Ellie comes rushing into the foyer but ignores me as she feigns knowing where Oliver is hiding. I stand stoically still, playing along.

  The moment Jade comes into view, my heart races and our eyes lock as a magnetic force pulls us together. She smiles softly, and I return it without thought.

  “There you are!” Ellie squeals while lifting Oliver into her arms, and she tickles him, making him giggle in glee as his small legs kick out. “I got you!” she shrieks. The sound makes me and Jade jolt out of our lust-filled gaze.

  My brother watches, leaning against the doorframe with his dark eyes trained on Ellie and his son. I know the wistful look in his eyes because it mirrors mine. My hands flex, desperate to pull Jade into my arms and show her how much I missed her today.

  “Did you run into Jenna at the office?” Rafael asks, his dark gaze now focused on me. He glances toward Jade, and I can’t help but feel something is off. I don’t miss Jade’s flinch at the use of Jenna’s name, either.

  “Yes,” I bite out. Pissed he’s bringing her up in Jade’s presence, he doesn’t realize the enormity of my anger.

  His lip twitches. If his son wasn’t in proximity, I’d put a fist to his cocky face.

  “And?” he questions. Once again, it makes me wonder where he’s going with this.

  “And nothing.” I shrug nonchalantly.

  He drags a finger over his lip as he studies me, and I fucking hate it. Instead, I choose to change the subject.

  “How’s the hunt for the nanny going?”

  I’m not interested in his quest to find the perfect mother figure for his son. Not when he chose such a poor excuse of a mother for him in the first place.

  To be fair, he got little say in it, much like me. But he accepted it, the Mafia life. Embraced it even.

  His eyebrows lift in surprise at me knowing about this shit. Honestly, I’m surprised too, but when you have a housekeeper that talks more about my family than I do, some of that shit is bound to sink into my head, no matter how uninterested I appear.

  “I think I just found a new nanny.” He nods in Ellie’s direction, making me glare back at him. He throws his head back with a roaring laugh and the girls turn their attention in our direction.

  My brother pushes off the wall. “Come on, Oliver, time to go home.”

  Oliver makes a grumbling noise as Ellie lowers him to the floor. Disappointment is also clear on her face. “We’re taking Ellie home, don’t worry.” He smirks as he heads toward the door.

  “Oh, erm.” Ellie fidgets on the spot. “I guess I’ll speak to you tomorrow, Jade?”

  “Sure,” Jade confirms as Ellie follows my brother and nephew through the door.

  As soon as the door closes behind them, she turns toward me. “Did you miss me, Daddy?” She drags her tongue over her lip.

  “Get the fuck over here and suck me off. I want to see my little girl on her knees for me.”

  Jade

  “Get the fuck over here and suck me off. I want to see my little girl on her knees for me.” As soon as he says those words, wetness fills my panties and I move without encouragement.

  Walking toward him, our eyes hold one another hostage, and I give an extra sway to my hips. His eyes flick down toward my tits but then quickly snap back up to meet mine.

  Standing foot to foot, I can feel the tension radiating from him. His muscles are coiled tight beneath his shirt as though he’s fighting with himself.

  Slowly, I lower myself to my knees, our eyes remaining connected.

  Tommy’s hands scramble to open his belt, as though desperate, and his Adam’s apple slides down his throat when he lowers his zipper and still his eyes are trained on me. He pulls his thick cock from his boxers and gives it a couple of rough pulls before slapping it against my cheek, making me startle in shock. “Open.” He hits my cheek with his cock again.

  Watching his pupils darken and dilate, along with the firm grip on his cock, makes me want to please him. I open my mouth wide, expecting his cock to fill it, but then he places his thumb on my teeth and his fingers press on my chin, drawing it open farther while he tips my head back, then leans over me. A noise rumbles from the back of his throat, then I feel the wetness of his spittle dropping into my mouth. “Such a good little whore for Daddy.”

  My body vibrates under his approval, and my panties cling to my pussy. One hand moves to my throat and grips it tightly. “Daddy’s going to choke you with his cock, little girl, and when I fill your little whore mouth, you’re going to thank Daddy. Do you understand?”

  I gift him with a nod, my mouth still open. I’m already struggling to breathe in the position I’m in with his hand clasped around my throat. “Swallow my spit.” As I try to do as he asks and swallow against his hand, his fingers tighten more and a growl from his chest vibrates between us, filling the air with sheer domination.

  He tilts my head up slightly, allowing our eyes to reconnect, then with his free hand, he places the tip of his cock on my tongue, setting it there with a smirk on his handsome face.

  Weaving his fingers through my hair, he grips it with a sharp pinch before he plunges his cock forward with no warning. My hands scramble against his thighs in shock at the instant intrusion filling my mouth. Desperately, I try to push him away, but he ignores me, holding my head in place with his hand in my hair, giving me no option but to accept him.

  “Fuck, yes. Fight me, little girl. Fight your daddy feeding you his cock.” His hips work quicker, harder, slamming against my face as I struggle to breathe. His thick cock fills my mouth as I choke and splutter, tears flowing and running down my face, my heart racing in panic.

  “Fuck yes, cry for Daddy.”

  Glancing up through tear-filled eyes, the look of pure ecstasy on Tommy’s face makes me whimper in submission, and amazement coats his features as he stares down at me in awe. His lips are parted as he works his cock in and out of my mouth, and admiration flows from his eyes. His fingers on my throat twitch, then tighten.

  “Fuck, you’re incredible for Daddy. Fucking beautiful little girl.” I moan around his cock, making it jump against the back of my throat. He slows his movements, and instantly, I worry I’m not good enough. “You want to taste Daddy, don’t you?”

  I blink, trying to tell him how much I want his cum to fill my mouth. “Good girl, good girl,” he coos before going back to slamming inside me. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come.” His grip tightens as he works quicker and quicker, using my head as an anchor while he plunders my mouth. “Jesus. Fuck yes, Daddy’s whore.” His cock swells and the veins on his forearms tighten as I lick around his cock. My chest heaves as I struggle to breathe through my nose, but I try to concentrate on that as I lap around his cock, ignoring the mess slipping from my lips. He hits the back of my throat again and tightens his grip on my neck. “Fuck, here it is . . .” His mouth falls open and his eyes widen in what appears to be shock when his cock spurts ropes and ropes of his warm, salty cum into my mouth. It flows from my lips as I struggle to swallow it all down.

  “Fuck.” He exhales a deep breath and his movements steadily slow down.

  With another deep breath, he slips his cock from me, then trails his thumb along my lower lip. “My beautiful little girl.”

  My heart soars with love at the longing behind his eyes and the tenderness of his touch after his brutal use of me.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jade

  Tommy sits behind me in the bathtub, washing my hair. His fingers work my scalp in a soothing motion that makes me want to purr like a content kitten. My whole body is lax under his talented fingers.

  My mind whirls over this afternoon. The way Rafael looked at Ellie reminds me of how Tommy looks at me.

  Like forbidden fruit he’s desperate to taste.

  I’ve met Rafael and his family at multiple events, so Oliver remembered who I was easily enough, but the usual shy little boy came out of his shell for my best friend—something that Rafael noticed quickly too.

  While I know little about him, I know he’s married. An arranged marriage, much like my mother’s to Tommy. But unlike theirs, Rafael’s would have been with the intention of a Mafia alliance as opposed to the business transaction my mother’s was.

  When Rafael mentioned Jenna, my whole body stilled.

  The thoughts of him with that woman made me want to go on a violent rampage filled with grief.

  I listened to their conversation and witnessed the confidence behind Tommy’s voice, enough to feel satisfied that he hadn’t touched her. I’ve never felt jealousy like that, and it made me realize how much I want us to work.

  “I didn’t touch her.” He places a kiss on my shoulder as if hearing my thoughts. His lips send a thousand goose bumps trailing over my body. “I just wanted you to know. I didn’t touch her.” His voice is soft, so low I almost miss it.

  But hearing him admit he didn’t fuck her makes me bask in the hope of a future with him.

  “I don’t want to go to college,” I admit, hating how vulnerable I sound.

  Another kiss is rewarded, this one to my shoulder. “Then don’t. I’ll take care of you.” Another kiss as I melt against him. “I want to take care of you. You can be anything you want to be, Jade, as long as I’m by your side when you do it.” A contented sound leaves me, and he smiles against my shoulder, where he licks my bare skin all the way up toward my ear, where he gives it a quick nip, once again igniting the embers simmering inside me.

  Tommy

  “Is that what you like to hear, little girl? How Daddy will look after what’s his?”

  She spins in the water to face me. “And how do you think he’s going to do that?” She sighs heavily like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders, which I hate. “You don’t work, Tommy.”

  Annoyance builds inside me. Not at her words but at the position I’ve allowed myself to get into. Exhaling, my shoulders drop, and I’m finally able to admit, “You’re right. I need to speak with my father. Figure something out.” I tuck her wet hair behind her ear, focusing on the look of admiration in her eyes. “I want to do better. For you. For both of us. I want you, little girl.”

  Hope flickers on her face before it’s quickly dispelled, making my spine straighten with tension. “But you don’t want to be in the Mafia,” she adds.

  I shake my head. “Wrong. I didn’t want to work with my father because I was punishing him. I don’t care about my past anymore, Jade. The only thing I care about is you.” Our eyes remain locked as I tell her the truth. “My future.”

  Her lips clash with mine, and I open my mouth willingly, our kiss becoming passionate and desperate. Her nails claw into my back, leaving scratches, and I hiss in approval while I bite into her lip. Each of us trying to battle the other for control. I pull her back by her hips, severing our connection, and her bruised lips part, her eyes heavy with lust.

  “You’re going to spin around on your hands and knees while I fuck you so fucking hard from behind you’ll have no choice but to crawl around.”

  Her emerald eyes flare with arousal, making my hard cock flex against my stomach.

  Slowly, she turns before lowering herself onto her elbows and knees. Her face is only an inch above the water, her tits submerged. Fuck me, that’s hot.

  Fire builds inside me, my little girl willingly handing herself over for me to use as I see fit. Taking one of the bottles from beside the bath, I move onto my knees behind her, squeezing some of the bath oil into my hands. I rub them together, then roughly knead her ass cheeks while watching her juicy little pussy drip with arousal. “Fuck, little girl, your ass needs fucking.” She stills slightly, making me chuckle. “Not yet, not when I want my cum to fill you with my baby.”

  She drops her head. “Oh god, Daddy.”

  “That’s right, moan for me, little girl.”

  I drag two fingers through her slick folds, bringing them around her ass, teasingly circling her tight hole with the tips of my fingers.

  “Mmm, so good,” she pants.

  Moving my hand, I gently rub her clit, and when she grinds down on me, I give her ass a punishing slap, and she yelps in response.

  “You’re going to be my slut, little girl. You’re going to let Daddy use you. Isn’t that right?”

  Our heavy breathing fills the bathroom.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Such a good girl,” I coo while wrapping her wet hair around my fist like a rein. I tug it back brutally, making her head dart up and her throat stretch. She winces, and at that point, I line up my cock and slam into her tight, little pussy, relishing in the sound of her shocked gasp slipping from her lips.