Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Now, I press myself against Luca Venturi, one of the most feared men in the city, like he’s my savior. I take the scraps of his kindness and feast on them. I crave to crumble under the weight of his dominance, to let him tear me apart and piece me back together.
I can’t resist the pull of him—the promise of something darker, something deeper, something that feels like belonging.
When he withdraws his thumb, I whimper.
“Please,” I whisper, keeping my eyes lowered, my lips parted, ready. Alexis demanded my plea, but Luca didn’t need to.
He turns so his face is buried in my hair, his mouth so close to my ear I can feel the dampness of his breath.
“Say it properly.”
My pulse pounds. Shame and desire war in my chest, but in the end, only one wins.
“How?”
He touches my ear with his lips, and a shudder wracks my body. “Please, Daddy,” he says firmly, and I finally understand.
32
LUCA
DADDY’S LITTLE PRINCESS
Aemelia trembles in my arms as I whisper the words that will expose my darkest desires, and I wait for her response; for the moment she’ll either surrender to me completely or fight against what we both know she craves.
She’s been standing on her own for so long, abandoned by the one man who should have protected her. Her father left her in the hands of his enemies, and she’s had to survive in a world that has shown her no mercy. But I want her to know she doesn’t have to be strong all the time—not with me.
I want her on her knees. I want her to trust me enough to break for me, to let me be the one who takes care of her, cherishes her, and shields her from the rest of the world until the end of my days. Just the feel of her tucked against my chest, her warmth sinking into me, is enough to unravel me.
Every second that ticks by feels like an eternity, the air between us static with anticipation. The room closes around me, my heart a drum pounding in my ears. Will she say it? Will she give me what I need?
“Please, Daddy,” she whispers, her body melting against mine, handing over the last of her resistance as I close my eyes, letting her submission seep inside me, groaning low and deep like a man on the brink of madness.
I was right. From the moment I saw her across the room at my sister's wedding, I could sense we were made for each other. I knew she’d burn my restraint to the ground. She’s been the fire in my veins ever since.
Releasing her wrists, I bring each one to my lips, kissing softly over the delicate skin where my grip might have bruised, finding the heart birthmark that started this whole thing.
“Amuri miu,” I mouth against her skin, over and over, branding her with my words. I cradle her face in my hands and stare into her eyes. “I know what you need,” I tell her. “I know how to take away the noise in your head. Submit to me, and everything will be better. I will tear the fabric of the world apart to keep you safe.”
She closes her beautiful dark eyes as I kiss her, keeping it slow and chaste, making her ache for more. When she’s pliant, whimpering against my lips, I pull back. “Put this hand around my neck and this one on my knee.”
She obeys without hesitation.
“Now, open your legs for me, sweet girl. Open your legs for Daddy.”
In her pink nightgown, she’s every man’s dream, but especially mine. Delicate yet willing, her body trembles beneath my hands. Her eyes are wide, watching as I slide my palm up the inside of her thigh, relishing the warmth of her skin. She spreads her legs wider at my urging, jerking when I stroke the tips of my fingers over her panties, the damp heat against my touch igniting all that is feral inside me.
It would be so easy to flip her onto the bed, yank her underwear aside, and take her until I explode, but that’s not what I want.
This first time, I want to make memories. I want to teach my sweet baby girl what it takes to sleep in my bed every night… what it means to belong to me.
Because she will. By the time we’re done, there will be nothing for her to go back to that will ever be better than what she has here.
The Lambrettis will blame her for Enzo’s death, her mother and brother will drain her dry if she lets them, but I won’t allow that. She belongs to me.
I drag my fingers higher, pressing against her clit, circling with the lightest touch as she lets her legs drop open further and arches her spine.