Dario’s Jewel – Darios Empire Read Online ChaShiree M

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
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“Five dollars.” he says clearly out of breath trying to chase her. I throw the money at him and drag her to my car. She gets in and I look her up and down making sure no injury has come to her. When I see that she is indeed ok, I knock on the glass giving Click the all clear. I note in her hands are feminine products and it pisses me off knowing she had to steal those. Who the fuck is taking care of this girl? Her head is down, and I need them on me. “Little Canary, look at me.” Her eyes come up and I almost gasp at the color. They are green... no... they are more exotic than green. Jesus, I have to be careful, her eyes can do me in and losing control would not be good for her, or me. I would be the slave then and we would both be vulnerable. “I asked you a question. I don’t like to be ignored.” I see the panic rise in her face, making me go on alert.

“I live right across the street,” she says, her voice barely a squeak letting me know she just came up with that. It’s the sound of her voice that sends my cock into overdrive. Her voice like butter melting on dick, making her lick it as it makes a mess down her plush fucking titties. Oh shit. I need to get it together. Come back, Dario. Shaking my head I try to focus on what she said.

“Very well,” I say. Knocking on the glass, I signal for him to stop and let her out. As soon as she exits the car I alert Click. “Follow her.” slowly, we trail her, not wanting to spook her more. When she finally comes to a tunnel and I realize this doesn’t lead to anywhere, all cool I was holding inside gets blown to shit. “You loaded?” I ask him as I make sure my Glock is cocked in case someone decides to test their own fate. He nods, letting me know it is ok. Exiting the car, I move toward the tunnel, careful to look around me, not worried though, knowing Click is right behind me.

Everywhere you look, rats, bugs, fucking trash. My treasure doesn’t belong here. None of them are worthy of anything about her, let alone her innocence. “Little Canary, gather your stuff. NOW!” I tell her letting her know it is not a choice. She doesn’t move fast enough so I begin packing bags I know are hers because I recognize the clothes she wore to the meeting. She scrambles to keep up as I walk ahead of her to the car, Click waiting for her before he moves. Once I have her safely in the car, I have to have my suspicions verified. “How old are you?”

“Eighteen.” she answers, her fucking head down again. I lift her chin and let her know rule number one.

“You will not bow your head unless I tell you and that is only...well...you will learn that soon enough. But when I am asking you a question baby, I want you to be looking at me. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” The fucking ‘Sir’ again. This girl is trying to get me to choke her with my ten inch cock before I even get her in the shower. My thoughts must show on my face. She moves closer to the door, trying to put some space between us. Running my hand up her arm, I pull her so close to me that I know she can feel my breath on her shoulder. Leaning over, I whisper in her ear, as my hand snakes up the side of her shirt, goosebumps appearing in the trail of my fingers. Her breathing picks up but slows down at the same time. I reach the side of her bountiful tits, rubbing, careful not to scare her right away.

“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t hurt you...much.” I hear the slight moan before her body begins to shake. Good. Now she knows what I have been going through since she walked her sweet ass in my office. The car comes to a stop. We walk in my home… well now, our home and I give her a second to take in her surroundings. “Come on baby, let me show you to the bathroom. Take a shower. There is a robe behind the door. Are you hungry?” forgetting she probably hasn’t eaten.

“No, I ate at the shelter. Why are you doing this?” she asks, her skepticism showing its head. I get it. In this life, no one does anything without some form of payment expected. Oh and make no mistake, she will pay me. The difference being, she will mean more to me, than anything I have. Hell, one look at her and she already does.


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