by Madison Faye
“Alex.” I hear the censure in her voice as she pushes herself up on her forearms.
“I’m sorry. I know it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t even his. But it makes me fucking crazy.” I pick up both her ankles and lift them in the air, exposing her bare ass and I start spanking again, hard and fast. “This ass belongs to me.”
“Okay, Alex! Enough!” She kicks hard enough to get one ankle free and I give my head a shake. I know I’ve gone way too far. I have no right to lay claim to Jenna Pachino. Hell, if I wanted to keep my balls, I wouldn’t have even touched her. But the alpha male in me can’t stop. Not until she’s mine.
I reclaim her ankle but don’t spank her again. I just rub her ass, let my thumb trail between her cheeks to find the pucker of her anus. “I know I’m a dick,” I admit. “I can’t own you, can I, baby? You’re an independent young woman. You have a bright career mapped out for yourself. No way you wanna get chained to Cosa Nostra. Not after you barely escaped it.”
She blinks at me, lashes wet.
I lower her legs and ease her to her side, then settle in behind her, one arm draped over her waist. “My ma couldn’t handle it.” I can’t believe I’m talking about it. I’ve never talked about it. But Jenna brings all this out in me. “That’s why she left us. I was only seven when she walked out on my dad and my brother and me.”
Jenna goes still, then rolls over to face me. Her brows go down, a line of concern between them.
“Because of La Famiglia?”
“Sì. My dad said it was too much to take, the worry and guilt. She was a sensitive soul. She didn’t care about the money, just fell in love with my dad. Maybe she loved him too much. I remember she used to wring her hands and pace around every night he was out. She’d rush to the door when he got back and throw her arms around his neck saying thank God you’re home.”
Jenna’s eyes fill with tears. “I understand how she feels.”
I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Do you worry, too, baby?”
She nods. “I tried to follow my mom’s lead. Pretend there’s nothing different about our family. Stick my head in the sand. But how could I when we went to funeral after funeral? When every guy was either in jail or dead? And all that time I had the marriage contract hanging over my head.”
I wrap her up in my arms. “I know, baby. That was bullshit. I’m so sorry.” I kiss her hair, which is silky soft. “You were so brave.”
“And my mom?” she croaks. “How could she let it happen?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know, bambi.”
“How could you?” she whispers. Tears drip down her cheeks.
There it is. The accusation I’ve been hurling at myself all these years. How could I let such a thing happen to a sweet, innocent girl? Grazie a Dio it didn’t actually manifest, but what if it had? I have no answer for her.
My stomach churns. I push up to sit.
She also sits up, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Did you even stick up for me? Did he ever talk about it?”
I get up off the bed to pace. “Yes, I fucking advocated for you!” I thunder, although I don’t know why I’m raising my voice to her. It’s her father I’m really angry at. “The second he got that letter from you, I told him it was time to renegotiate. That the contract was too old-fashioned to enforce in this day and age. Tacone’s rich, though, so he wanted to figure out a way to keep him on the hook, but I talked him out all of it. And no blame was put on you. When you go home, you’ll be welcomed with open arms. I promise you that, or I wouldn’t have come for you.”
“I’m not going home,” she says through stiff lips.
For the first time, I realize I may not be doing her a favor by bringing her back. All this time, I was thinking I was doing the right thing. It was time to bring the lost little lamb home. But Jenna’s not lost. She’s a smart woman with big ideas who deserves a future much brighter than the one her father originally chose for her. And if I’m crushing even one iota of her new persona, then I deserve to rot in hell.
But she can’t live on Nico Tacone’s dime forever, either. And I can’t pretend I didn’t find her. Or that she ran away again. Don G wouldn’t tolerate that kind of sloppiness.
I sink onto the sofa and drop my head into my hands.
What in the fuck am I going to do?
* * *
Jenna
I shouldn’t have lashed out at Alex. It wasn’t his fault. And for me to pretend he’d be able to make my father do anything is ludicrous. My father rules with an iron fist.
He looks so torn up now, I feel bad. I get up from the bed and pull on a sundress, then I walk over to him. When he lifts his head from his hands, I plop onto his lap.
Surprise flickers over his face, but his arms instantly come around me, cradling me, just like I wanted to be held.
“I don’t blame you,” I say softly. “You had nothing to do with it. I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry, angel. You’re right to be mad. The whole family hung you out to dry. It was unbelievably fucked up.”
I kiss his stubbled jaw and he turns into it, captures my jaw with his hand and kisses me in that dominating way of his, tongue sweeping between my lips, mouth twisting over mine. I grow breathless, and he breaks the kiss with a curse.
“Cazzo, I need to fuck you again. Let’s get out of this suite, baby, before I forget to be gentle with you.”
I love that he wants to be gentle and I also love that he loses control. Yeah, I’m a bit sore between my legs now, but the way he claimed me was perfect. So rough, so virile. So demanding. I love that he put me on my knees and tied me up.
Honestly, for me, it was so much better than some gentle ‘first time’ screw missionary style. I would’ve felt awkward and not known what to do. As it was, he removed all need for me to know out of my hands. He took charge and brought me more pleasure than I imagined possible. I’m glad I waited and I’m glad he’s the one who deflowered me.
“How about some dinner?” He lifts me off his lap and his eyes sweep over the sundress, which gathers between my breasts and ties behind my neck. His jaw tightens. “Just put on some panties, for fuck’s sake,” he snaps, like I’m already testing his resolve not to throw me down and take me again.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say brightly, earning a reluctant smile.
I slip on a G-string that won’t show under the dress and take his hand. He leads me out to the hallway, where he stops and kisses me again—a full kiss, arm around my waist, lips tormenting mine.
“You look at any other man tonight, I’m going to take you back here and whip your ass with my belt,” he says. There’s a teasing quality to his voice that lets me know he doesn’t mean it, although sometimes I’m not really sure. I think he could be that possessive.
But no. A player like Alex wouldn’t really be possessive of me.
Would he?
Chapter Four
Alex
“So tell me all the things you need to start your business.” I have the hotel pad of paper and pen in my hands. We’re still in bed. By some miracle, I managed not to hold Jenna down and claim her hard last night, but this morning she wasn’t so lucky.
Or maybe it was lucky, considering she probably woke up the entire hotel with her screams. I’d be buffing my nails over my prowess if I wasn’t so enthralled with just being with Jenna. Just hanging out in bed together.
Believe me, in my long history of taking women home and fucking them thoroughly, I never played cuddle me afterward.
But we’re propped up naked in the sheets, just talking. Just fucking talking about everything under the sun, and I’ve never felt more like myself.
Jenna lights up, the way she did yesterday talking about her business concept. “Well, that’s the beauty of it. I don’t need anything but a computer and internet connection. I don’t have to carry any inventory or purchase any equipment. I don’t need my own building or storefront. It’s simple.”
I nod and write ‘computer’ on
the list. “Do you already have a computer?”
“Well, sure. I have my old laptop from college.” She waves at the desk, where a MacBook is plugged in.
“Do you like that one? Do you need something faster? Better? Newer?”
Her eyes narrow, lips purse into a sexy smile. “Why, Daddy?” She crawls over me and straddles my lap. “Are you going to give me an allowance?”
I groan as my cock returns to insta-stiff and adjust her hips so her pussy rubs right over it. “Yes, but there are certain duties you’ll be expected to complete,” I manage to choke as she rocks her pelvis and grinds over me.
She’s watching my face, clearly enjoying the power she holds over me now. She lifts her hips and I reach to yank her back, but she crawls lower. “Is this one of them?” She licks her lips, fisting my cock in one hand.
I can’t stop the growl that rockets from my throat. “Cazzo, bambina. Cazzo.”
She plays innocent coquette. “You need me here?” She lowers her moistened lips to the head and lays one soft kiss on the underside.
“Don’t tease, baby. You don’t want to find out what happens when you tease.”
She raises her brows with exaggerated innocence. “No?”
I arch a stern brow. “You wanna find yourself on your back with my cock so far down your throat you can’t scream for mercy?”
She chokes on a giggle. “No, Daddy.” She takes me into her mouth. I can’t decide if I’m pissed or thrilled to see that it’s not her first time giving head. She definitely knows her way around a cock. But most good Catholic girls do. It must be part of the training from the nuns. Heh.
Yeah, forgive me, Father for I have sinned. Oh, Christ!
She sucks me deep and my balls draw up tight. Her tongue swishes on the underside of my length as she pulls back, drawing hard enough to pull the chrome off a bumper.
I practically whimper. Me, a fucking soldier. That’s what she does to me. Nothing’s hotter than Jenna Pachino with her lips around my cock. I’m not kidding.
Those big hazel eyes watch my face, judging my pleasure.
“Baby, I’m gonna double your allowance.” I thrust my hips up, fucking her mouth.
She pops off and laughs, a husky sound that only fuels my hunger. “Oh, yeah?” She takes my cock between her tits and shoves them together, titty fucking me. Or am I titty fucking her? Who gives a shit—it’s hot. “What are my other duties?” She puts her tongue out so the head of my cock hits it when it reaches the top of her tit-tunnel.
My eyes roll back in my head. “Jesus, Jenna. Fuck. This is your number one duty. Capiche? I want my cock sucked like this every fucking morning until the day I die.” I thrust my hips wildly, which only succeeds in dislodging it from her breasts. “That’s not too much to ask, is it?”
“Hmm. It might be. Depends on the allowance.” She takes me in her mouth again, lowering until the head of my cock hits the pocket of her cheek.
“Oh, I’ll make it good, piccolina. I’ll make you scream all night long.”
She gets excited, bobbing up and down over my cock faster, sticking her ass out and waggling it as she goes.
“Goddamn. You’re like a fucking sex goddess. A sex kitten. I gotta get you a pair of ears and a tail.”
She pops off again and crawls up me, lines her pussy up with my cock. There’s a flicker of uncertainty, but I hate to take over when she’s obviously having fun exploring her power.
“There’s a condom on the table there.” I lift my chin to the bedside table. She picks up the box and fumbles with it.
“I’ll do it, angel.” I take one out, snap it open, and roll it on in record time. Her blush reminds me to dial back my mounting aggression. I’m the kinda guy who needs to be in charge at all times, but I’m gonna let her stay on top, let her explore.
She climbs on and rubs my cock over her entrance, then lifts up and takes me deep.
I hold her hips and thrust up, forgetting to let her lead. “That’s good, baby. That’s so good. This is your second duty. And there’ll be others. A whole lot of others.” I’m controlling her completely, pulling her over my cock as I thrust up to meet her with each glide. Her tits bounce with each thrust, her hair shakes and swings.
“Like what?” She sounds breathless.
“All kinds of things. Anything Daddy orders you to do. If I say text me a picture of your breasts, you take the fucking pic. If I tell you to take off your clothes and wait on your knees for me when I get home, I’d better find you that way.”
“Or else you’ll spank me?” She’s rocking hard now, making little cries as she pants.
“I’ll punish you, bambi. Turn your naughty ass red. Stand you in the corner. Fuck your ass with my big cock.”
She comes—I swear to Christ. I thought I’d come first, but the dirty talk sends her over the edge. She truly is my perfect match.
I grab her hips and pump hard into her a few times until I come, too.
Satisfaction.
I’ve never known this level of pleasure was even possible. Not just physical pleasure, but emotional. The whole thing. I’m happy. Comfortable. Sexed out of my mind.
I definitely don’t want to think about anything beyond this hotel suite. Not about Don G or Chicago. Not about convincing Jenna to come back. Or whether I’ll be able to keep her when we get home.
* * *
Jenna
I try to get up and get dressed, but Alex won’t let me.
“No, bambi. You have homework to do.” He turns me around and pushes me down in the chair at the desk.
“What homework?”
I’m totally naked, so it feels awkward, at best.
He wraps his tie around my waist, securing me to the chair. It’s symbolic, of course, because all I have to do is pull the end of the bow and I’m free, but there’s something so sexy about being bound by him.
He drops a notepad and pen in front of me. “You can’t get up until you’ve made a list of all the steps that need to happen for you to get your business up and running.”
I stare up at him in surprise.
He smiles down at me. Lord, he looks like a Greek god. His dark thick lashes curl above chocolate brown eyes. The stubble on his square jaw gives him a rough, sexy look. And more than that, warmth and affection shines in his eyes. I’ve never seen his expression so soft and open.
But maybe this is just how people look after great sex. I shouldn’t read too much into it.
He taps the notebook. “I’m setting a timer. Thirty minutes to brainstorm. If this notepad isn’t full of ideas by the time my alarm goes off, you’re going over the desk for a spanking. Capiche?”
I smile, wings flapping in my chest. “Yes, Daddy.”
He touches my nose. “Good girl.”
I have a hard time not watching him move around the suite, getting dressed, but when he sends me a stern look, my pussy clenches and I look back to the paper.
Okay, the steps to getting my business up and running. Great question.
I start the list. Make a website, contact merchandisers for discounts, advertise. Where to advertise? Facebook. Instagram. My Pinterest page has a million followers, so that’s a great place. What else? Develop a pricing structure. Get some media coverage in national magazines. That’s gonna be hard, but I believe anything’s possible. I’ve made dream boards before. I had Ibiza on one and now I’m here.
Before I know it, the timer goes off.
“Let’s see how you did.” Alex stands behind me, freshly showered and fully dressed. I think he loves the power position it puts him in to have me naked and him clothed. Or maybe it’s me who loves it. He reaches over my shoulder and flips the pages. “You filled the whole pad. Good work, angel.” He kisses my temple and unties me from the chair. “I guess I’ll let you up.”
I stand and face him, my hands on his well-built chest. “Thanks,” I murmur, lifting my face for a kiss.
He dips in for a taste. “For what?”
“For making me
do that. For believing in my dream. I—” I stop, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. His face grows serious watching me. “No one ever takes me seriously. It means so much to me that you do.”
“It’s not a dream,” he says firmly, taking me aback. “It’s a plan. A really good plan. I’m ready to invest if you need investors. Anything you need, baby. I’m your man.”
It’s a little hard to stand up because my legs get wobbly for a second. I pull his mouth down to mine and show my appreciation until his cock gets hard against my belly and he pushes me away with a curse.
“I could stay in here and fuck you all day, baby. But I have an island to see. Wanna show me around?”
The wings take off soaring again. “Yeah,” I say, breathless with joy. “Let me take a quick shower.”
Chapter Five
Alex
Don Giuseppe calls during dinner. We’re sitting at an outdoor restaurant on the beach, indulging in fresh fish and rice after our day out sightseeing. Anybody else I would left swipe. For sure.
But he’s the fucking don.
“Scusa,” I murmur to Jenna, standing up.
Her eyes go wide and follow me as I walk down to the beach. I’m sure she knows who it is.
I clear my throat after I answer the call. “Don G, how are you?”
“How am I?” He’s pissed. I should’ve called in sooner. “How the fuck do you think I am? You’ve been gone for three fucking days and I haven’t heard a goddamn word. Where’s my daughter?”
“She’s here. I have her. I mean, I’m with her. We’re having dinner right now.”
There’s a pause. “You’re having fucking dinner. I can hear the goddamn ocean in the background. So what? You turn this into a romantic getaway? That’s my fucking daughter you’re with. You touch her, I will cut your balls off. Believe it.”
And I guess that answers my question about how Don G feels about me dating his princess.
I’m so fucked.