Say Daddy: A Mafia Billionaire Romance

by Shanna Handel

  Chapter Four

  Luke

  I haven’t been completely honest with Victoria. I did tell the other men that she was off limits, but I left out the part about me threatening to kill any man who laid a finger on her.

  Working alongside the tiny brunette with the sea glass eyes was more than I could take. There was no way I was going to let men flirt with her right in front of me. I’m as cool and collected as a man comes, but if someone else was to step in and claim her before I did, there’d be hell to pay.

  Besides, she’s admitted to me that she wasn’t after the man.

  She simply wants to be a Beauty.

  My fingers pleasure her body as she croons words of forgiveness. Has she truly forgiven me for sticking my nose in her affairs? If she hasn’t, maybe a lashing with my tongue will help my cause. She lies over my lap, her limbs liquid oozing over my thigh as she recovers from her orgasm.

  Her first of many tonight.

  Grabbing her hips, I lift her from my lap. Stand her before me on her shaking knees. God, she looks so beautiful like this, spanked and vulnerable. Holding her gaze, I tug her skirt down over her hips, her shapely legs, letting it fall to the floor. I reach around her ribcage, find the clasp of her bra and unhook it, freeing her beautiful breasts. She’s fully nude now and the sight of her naked body almost makes me come.

  Sitting her up on the edge of the bed, I kneel on the floor before her. She looks at me with wide eyes of anticipation.

  Flashing her a wicked smile, I disappear between her legs, putting my mouth on her pussy. The sound she makes as the tip of my tongue travels up her slick folds makes my cock harden between my legs. Flicking her bud with vigor, I grab beneath her thighs, squeezing her flesh.

  A satisfied note rises in her throat as her hands run through my hair. “My God, you’re amazing at that.”

  Her pussy smells so good, a perfume made just for me. Her taste is womanly and musky, making me want more. I lick and suck and eat her pussy until her toes are curling into the carpet, until her fingers are pulling my hair so hard that it hurts so good.

  Until she is screaming my name.

  Rising from the floor, I prepare to take her with my aching cock, but I’m not prepared for the vision laid before my eyes.

  Her hands are behind her, her back arched. Her dark hair flows down her back, over her shoulders, her beautiful small breasts stand proud on her chest, her pink nipples taut.

  But her eyes, my God, her eyes. I find I can’t tear my gaze from them. Her lids are heavy with lust, shadowing the bright aquamarine irises that draw me in, connecting to my very soul.

  I stand there, taking her in, all of her.

  From her pouty lips comes a smirk. “Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to fuck me?”

  Her legs are still spread from me going down on her. Her open, exposed pussy taunts me.

  I like my women to know who’s in charge.

  I give her pretty pussy a sharp slap with my open palm. “Someone’s got to teach you to watch that filthy mouth of yours.”

  “Ah!” She gives a deep gasp, her eyes opening wide with surprise, her beautiful full lips forming an ‘o’ in shock.

  “What’s the matter? You’ve never had your pussy spanked before? I’m surprised you haven’t, considering the temper you have on you.” I give it another slap.

  “What the hell?” she says, but her words are as soft as melting butter.

  “Let me see how wet it makes your pussy when Daddy spanks it.”

  She gasps again in shock. “Don’t... you can’t talk... like that.” There’s a flash of panic in her eyes; she wants to run.

  But her body won’t let her. Her body wants me. Her daddy.

  I slip a finger into her slick heat. Giving a moan, her head lolls back, her legs further opening for me. Begging. “Naughty, naughty girl—you’re all wet. See how you like Daddy to spank your pussy?”

  My cock hardens at the sight of her face, the feel of her tight pussy around my finger. I slip in another one, pumping inside of her.

  She gives a moan. “You’re not my daddy.”

  “We’ll see about that.” She’ll come around. Her pussy tells me so.

  “Don’t hold your breath,” she murmurs, her hips moving in time with my fingers.

  “So bossy for someone not in charge here. Are you not full enough to keep your sassy mouth under control? Let’s see if Daddy can fix that for you.” Pressing my free hand into the mattress, I lean over her, kissing her. Trailing the tip of her tongue with my own.

  I slip a third digit into her slick pussy. It’s so tight. So wet.

  She gives a whimper.

  “Not so tough now, are you?” I take my fingers from her, causing her to give a disappointed moan. I bring my glistening fingers to her lips. “See how wet you are? Taste.”

  Her face is a mask of uncertainty. She hesitates. I give her pussy a harder slap than before.

  She obeys.

  Closing her eyes, she takes all three of my fingers in her mouth. The way her full lips wrap around me has me on the brink of coming. Her mouth slides down, then back up. I kiss her, tasting the sweetness of her juices, mingled with her warm tongue.

  Her wide eyes watch as I unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, and free my cock. Taking a condom from my pocket, I roll it down the length of my aching member.

  I move between her thighs, pressing my mouth against her with punishing kisses. Her arms go around my neck, clutching, begging for more. Sliding my hands below her ass, I tilt her up, bend my knees, and line my cock up with her slick entrance.

  Pushing past the tight opening of her pussy, I slide inside of her. My bent knees rest against the edge of the bed as I pull her legs up higher, penetrating her deeper. I grab underneath her legs, holding her up as she lays her back down on the bed.

  As she stretches out, her hair fans around her; an almost black sunburst against the white sheets. She’s bewitching, this girl, with her dark hair and bright eyes. Her small, tight body with its round, womanly curves.

  Her head lolls to the side as her hands clutch the sheets. She lifts her ass, bucking to meet me with every thrust of my cock. We’re so in sync, I can’t help but feel our bodies were made to dance this dance together.

  I pull my cock from her; a wave of disappointment washes over her face but before she can complain, my hands are on her waist flipping her over onto her tummy. I give her ass a slap, then mount her from behind.

  My cock buries deep inside her. I grab her hips, fucking her from behind. Going deeper, harder, enjoying every inch of her perfect pussy.

  She lifts her head, giving the sexiest moans of pleasure I’ve ever heard. This woman was made to be loved.

  By me.

  With one hand, I wrap her long hair around my hand and tug.

  She’s moaning and crooning, calling my name. Hearing it on her tongue as I fuck her is almost everything I envisioned.

  But there’s another word I ache to hear on her lips.

  Riding her hard, I give her everything I’ve got, pounding into her as she screams. I feel her pussy clench down on my cock and I know she’s there. Giving her ass one final hard smack, I hold her hips as she comes.

  One last thrust, and I feel my own orgasm bursting. The tension built up from working beside her all these weeks explodes, making me give a hard shudder, then finally ebbs away. Leaving me satiated.

  Collapsing onto the bed, I lie beside her and stare at her beautiful, flushed face.

  She gives me a smile like a cat that’s gotten the cream. Her fingertip traces swirls across my bare chest. With a sense of shyness, she asks me, “Can I see you again? Like this?”

  I smooth her dark hair back from her face. Kiss her lips. Kiss her cheek. Tell her, “Yes. But I have one condition.”

  Her brow furrows and she gives a laugh. “What is it?”

  Cupping her face in my hands, I say, “The next time I fuck you, you’re going to call me Daddy.”

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  Victoria

  Did Luke really just say the next time I want sex... I have to call him Daddy?

  And more important... why has his taboo request caused such an aching heaviness between my thighs?

  Hopefully a telltale blush isn’t rising in my face. I perch on my elbow and narrow my gaze. “That’s disgusting.”

  He chuckles. “If you find my demand so revolting, why are your cheeks so pink, and why do you sound as if you’re trying to catch your breath?”

  I deny everything, stammering, “I-I’m not. No, I’m not.”

  He rises on his own elbow, resting his head in his hand. “If I had to make a bet, I’d say that if I slipped my fingers between your legs right now, I’d find your pretty pussy even wetter than it was when I was spanking your ass.”

  “Turned on by your sick fetish? I think not.” Despite my protests, I find my pussy throbbing and I’m pressing my thighs together searching for some relief.

  His fingers creep up my thigh.

  I shove them away. “Don’t touch me.”

  “If you won’t let me see if I’m correct, then you do it,” he says, raising a lazy brow.

  “Do what?” I ask.

  He says, “Slide your fingers between your legs and tell Daddy how wet you are.”

  Searing white heat rises in me. The thought of him watching, making me slide my fingers in my pussy... calling him that word—it’s too much.

  This has gone too far. I have to leave. Get far away from him long enough to sort out this ridiculous reaction my body is having to his insane demands.

  Scrambling away, I tug the sheet around my body covering my flesh as best I can in the effort of maintaining some ounce of modesty. I manage to get off the bed, the sheet wrapped around me like a toga. I travel around the room, one hand holding the cloth in place, the other gathering my discarded clothes.

  Fearing I’ll have to fight him, I’m surprised when he lets me go.

  I rush into the bathroom, ready to slam the door behind me, but before I can, I catch a glimpse of his handsome face. He’s laughing at me.

  Slamming the door, I throw my back against it. The sheet falls to the floor and I cover my face with my hands. “What the fuck was that?”

  While dressing as quickly as possible, I attempt to regain my composure. A few deep breaths and an outfit later, I’m able to think. Leaning my hands on the sides of the sink, I stare at my reflection. “Victoria, what have you gotten yourself into?”

  Situations like this are exactly why I avoid men.

  In my experience you give them a little and they demand the world. Against my better judgment, I thought Luke was a nice guy. Someone I could have a drink with. A man to waste a little time with, maybe even sleep with him to chip away at my loneliness, if only for one night.

  I never expected him to take charge like he did.

  Turn me on like he did.

  To touch a part of me that was hidden so deeply inside my soul.

  How did he know?

  My reflection stares back at me, wide-eyed and confused. “What do I do?”

  There’s a knock at the door. “I’ve just gotten word from Rockland. It’s safe for you to go home now. I’ll walk you.”

  “I’ll call a cab,” I say through the door.

  “You’re not taking a cab. I’ll send you with a driver. Rockland lets me borrow one when I need it. Perks of the job.”

  I’ve seen the Bachmans’ sleek black sedans pull up to the jewelry store more times than I can count. With their dark tinted windows, the privacy is exactly what I need. This night has me so flustered, I may as well take advantage of a quiet ride home, the eyes of the city far from me.

  I say, “Fine. Thank you.”

  I hear the muffled sound of him making a phone call. A moment later he’s back at the door. “Are you going to hide in there until the driver comes?”

  I open the door to find him dressed in a black tee shirt and jeans, looking much more like the Luke I remember from work. There’s a soft expression on his face as he offers, “Come on. I’ll walk you down.”

  Exiting the bathroom, I follow him out of the apartment, grabbing my shoes and purse as we go. I stop behind him at the door to slip my shoes on. He holds the door for me and the moment seems so friendly, so normal, I think I must have dreamed his indecent proposal.

  He says, “Consider my proposition. Let me know your decision.”

  I snap back, “I can tell you right now, it’s a hard no.”

  He flashes me an easy grin, as if I’ve said yes. “And I can tell you right now, there’s going to be a hard spanking when you come back to me, begging me to take you.”

  My pussy clenches along with my teeth. “That. Will never happen.”

  He grabs my face in his hands, trapping me. His gaze burns into mine and he says, “See you soon, baby girl.”

  I want to fight him. To call for help. To knee him in the groin.

  But buried beneath those desires, I fight the strong urge to obey.

  To call him... Daddy.

  My face remains motionless, but I allow him to kiss me.

  As his lips meet mine, there’s a trembling wave of delicious powerlessness that rocks me to my core.

  One I choose to deny.

  Because every strong woman knows, you can’t get anywhere in this world letting a man control you.

  No matter how much you might want to let him.

  Chapter Five

  Luke

  Her scent is everywhere. In the fibers of my sheets, my clothes... my memory.

  One night with Victoria and I’m hooked.

  She’s turned me down, denying the baby girl that’s hiding inside of her. I know she wants a daddy. Needs a daddy. I’m confident that I will be that man.

  She’ll be back. There’s no doubt in my mind.

  She’s curious. Confused by the reaction of her body betraying her mind. She’ll give it a go, but after that, will I able to get what I want? Or will she let her hang-ups keep us apart?

  Victoria is more determined to become a Beauty than any other woman I’ve met. It seems she’ll sacrifice everything to achieve her goals. Even me.

  And I respect that.

  Because I too understand what it means to give up everything to realize one’s dreams.

  I did it myself.

  One year ago, when I became a member of the Bachman Brotherhood.

  My oldest brother, Matteo, joined the ranks years before me.

  He’s one of the strongest men I know, as well as the mafia’s first openly gay brother.

  The men respect him and his sexual preferences never became a topic of interest to the group—though the single brothers often go to him for fashion advice, or to double check their outfit or choice of cologne before a hot date. And I’ve heard there was talk from the Beauties about how if Matteo marries, they get to lay claim on his husband to join their ranks.

  After my brother harassing me for ages, telling me how worthy the cause was, how solid the guys were, and how good the pay is, I finally agreed to go with him to meet the head of the family, Rockland.

  Like the men before me, I was instantly enamored with Rockland’s quiet power. His aura oozed confidence and danger. He asked me many questions, mostly revolving around my job as a Secret Service agent.

  He needed someone with a cool head who could keep an eye out on the single Brothers as they party on their nights out. And someone who could spot an undercover federal agent from a mile away.

  Luckily, I can do both.

  After I was inducted into the Brotherhood, instead of moving me into the Village, Rockland stationed me over the gym, made a deal with the owner of the club, and disguised me as a bartender at Gotcha’s to keep an eye out for those who may be trying to infiltrate the family.

  An undercover agent of his own.

  Having been present at my initiation, the Brothers all know who I am and that I’m one of them. Wanting to keep my alias a secret, Rockland for
bade me from telling anyone outside of the Brotherhood of my position.

  Even the Beauties don’t know. When they come to the club to dance, they think I’m just the bartender.

  For the most part, I am. But every minute that I’m making drinks, I’m watching the room with a trained eye.

  Victoria’s arrival at the bar has been the first distraction I’ve let affect my work. That tight little body next to mine has had my temperature rising. The way she flips her hair over her shoulder when she laughs makes my gaze linger longer than it should.

  And those eyes—my God, those eyes.

  I swear I’m working with half a brain and a semi-hard cock these days.

  Inviting her back to my apartment, I’d hoped to scratch the itch, but instead, I’ve fanned a flame. I can’t get her out of my mind.

  Was it a mistake to reveal my daddy side to her?

  Hell, no.

  That woman has a baby girl hiding inside her and this daddy is going to bring it out of her. Soon, I’ll be spoiling her when she’s good, and spanking her ass when she’s sassy.

  Which... is often.

  She’s got a mouth on her that makes me want to take my belt off.

  An ass that has me wanting to bend her over the counter of the bar every minute I’m working.

  And an attitude that needs a serious adjustment. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman more in need of firm discipline than Tori—a nickname that I’ve begun using when I think of her.

  I’m a patient man. I can wait for her return. But I won’t be waiting long.

  And when she comes to me, I’ll make good on my promise.

  * * *

  Victoria

  What am I going to do?

  My head is saying, ‘Steer clear! Head for open waters! Get away from Daddy Shark while you still can!’

  My heart—and the even more stubborn protester, my pussy—tells me to go to him, throw myself into him arms and cry, ‘Daddy, Daddy, take me, Daddy!’

  There’s only one thing that can soothe my scrambled brain when I get this confused over a decision. A long lunch with a good girlfriend.

  Today, the woman I need is Charlotte. I pick up my phone and call her, hoping she’s free. “She should be available, seeing as her only responsibility is taking care of that hot ass husband of hers.”