The Daddy and the Dom (Mafia Menage Trilogy #2) Read Online Julia Sykes

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Mafia Menage Trilogy Series by Julia Sykes
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
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Fuck.

I released her hands and spun her around to face me. My fingers sank into her hair, tipping her head back so I could capture her lips with mine. She opened for me on a shocked gasp, and I thrust my tongue inside her hot mouth, allowing myself to show her how I wanted to drive my cock into her pretty pussy.

Her hands came up to press against my chest, but she wasn’t pushing me away. She softened against me, allowing me to deepen the kiss. I knew she could taste her wet desire that lingered on my tongue from when I’d cleaned my fingers, but she didn’t pull away in disgust. She allowed me to claim her with possessive strokes. I kissed her without finesse, taking what I so desperately needed from her.

I’d known I wanted her from the moment I first saw her. But when I heard my name on her lips—Daddy—I was lost. I’d do anything for her, fall at her feet and worship her, just like Joseph did.

She was mine, my perfect little princess.

Now, I just had to convince Joseph to make her his dirty little angel.

I’d been right: Ashlyn was made for us. Both of us.

Chapter Five

Ashlyn

Shock blanked my mind. I couldn’t think, couldn’t process what I’d done. What I’d allowed Marco to do to me. He’d finally freed me from his possessive kiss, and he was holding me tight. My face was tucked against his chest, my cheeks still burning.

I realized my fingers were fisted in his shirt, clinging to him like I had when he’d protected me in the car last night.

I forced them to unfurl. My stomach dropped when I released him, but I ignored the sensation.

“I…” I swallowed and tried to collect my thoughts. “I need to take a shower.”

Yes. That sounded like a good idea. The evidence of my orgasm was slick on my thighs, and I needed to clean up. I needed to erase the evidence.

My stomach knotted, and I shied away from my budding realization of the horrible betrayal I’d just committed.

He kissed the top of my head. “Okay, babygirl. Take a shower. You can study after, and I’ll bring you dinner later.”

I nodded, numbness setting in.

He finally released me from his strong arms, and goosebumps pebbled my skin at the loss of his heat.

“Go on,” he prompted when I didn’t budge.

I moved quickly, tearing myself away from him like ripping off a Band-Aid. I rushed to the bathroom and closed the door behind me to put a barrier between us.

Moving on auto-pilot, I removed my clothes and turned on the shower. I kept the water little more than lukewarm. My body was hot, flushed from my orgasm. I needed to cool off.

Orgasm. I’d come all over Marco’s hand, driven to the height of pleasure by his deep voice and demanding touch. I’d felt small in his grip, helpless to resist him.

But the awful truth was I hadn’t been helpless. He hadn’t violated me against my will. I might have been confused by what was happening, but I’d still been an active participant.

I’d kissed him back.

After he made me come. After he spanked me. After he made me call him Daddy.

Shame rolled through me in nauseating waves.

I cheated on Joseph. I cheated on Joseph with his best friend.

The thought was enough to make my stomach lurch, and bile crept up my throat. I took a deep breath through my nose and suppressed the urge to vomit.

I locked down my roiling emotions before they could rise. I couldn’t cope with the enormity of what I’d done. The weight of my betrayal would crush my heart if I faced it.

Take a shower. You can study after. Marco’s words echoed in my head, perversely comforting. If I just did what he’d told me to do, I could zone out and continue to exist for a little while longer. Once Joseph returned to me, I’d have to confess my horrific sin, and my heart would shatter.

After he’d opened up to me about his crimes this morning, about the man who had died because of his actions, I’d been ready to trust him again. I’d almost been ready to say I love you.

Now, that was ruined. How could I possibly tell him I loved him when I’d just cheated with Marco?

I shuddered and turned up the heat of the water. My skin was suddenly far too chilled.

I stayed in the shower for a long time, allowing the scalding water to beat down on me until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

When I was dry and dressed in fresh clothes, I moved back out into the bedroom and settled myself at the desk. I opened the notes my classmate had uploaded for me. Marco had printed them out—I still hadn’t been granted access to the internet, even though I’d been allowed to write a few more emails to Jayme. My father hadn’t even deigned to reply to my first message about taking time off from school, so there had been no need to send him any more emails.


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