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Cruel Daddy (Boston Mafia Doms)

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by Bianca Cole


  Her hands roam over my shoulders as she touches me for the first time. It’s a foreign sensation being touched. Aida slides her hand under my shirt, tensing when her fingers tease over the scar on my chest.

  I’ve never let any woman I’ve been with touch me. I can’t understand why I’m letting Aida. She pushes my shirt over my head, and I allow her. Her first time with anyone, I kept my clothes on and made it anything but special for her. Perhaps I can correct some of the wrongs tonight.

  Why the hell do I even want to?

  Aida moans into my mouth as I grip her hips tightly and pull her closer. The conflict inside of me widens as my need to dominate her overrules me. “On your hands and knees,” I order.

  She drops to the floor without hesitating, looking up at me with dilated eyes.

  I loosen the button on my shorts and drop them to the floor, stepping out of them. Then, I lose my boxer briefs.

  Aida waits patiently, licking her lips at the sight of my cock. It drives me wild to see her so hungry for me. The innocent princess who has fought to resist the palpable attraction between us. All that fight is gone now she’s had a taste.

  “Suck it, angel,” I order.

  She grabs hold of me and brings her pouty, full lips to the tip.

  I groan as she closes her mouth around me, sucking at the tip as her tongue swirls in circles. “Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven,” I grunt, allowing her the freedom to take control. Only for a moment, and then I grab a fistful of her hair forcefully and thrust my cock deep into her throat.

  She gags, digging her fingertips into my thighs as she tries to push me away. I don’t let her. No matter how much I should make up for my roughness with her on that plane when I took her virginity, this is who I am. A dark and twisted beast that does not know how to be gentle.

  Aida gasps for air when I finally stop fucking her throat. “You’re going to kill me,” she says, tears prickling at her eyes from the force. She holds her throat, staring at me in shock.

  I shake my head. “No, princess, I know what I’m doing.” I grab her chin and search her eyes. “You need to relax and trust me.”

  A whisper of disbelief enters her expression. “Trust you?” She shakes her head. “You haven’t given me any reason to trust you.”

  I smirk at that. “I’ve given you the best fucking orgasm you’ve ever had. Open your mouth,” I order.

  She hesitates for a moment before slowly opening her mouth.

  I spit into it, and surprisingly she moans. “You’re mine, and you do as I say, angel. So, if I tell you to trust me, you trust me.” I kiss her tempting mouth, letting my tongue delve inside desperately.

  My innocent angel is slowly turning into my dirty little whore. I love how easy she is to bend to my will. She’ll be eating out of the palm of my hand on command by the time we leave The Bahamas.

  “Now, I want you to take your panties off for me and bend over again.”

  She does as I say, bending over the table and glancing at me over her shoulder as she drags her panties down.

  I groan at the sight of her wet pussy nestled between her creamy thighs. My cock pulses in the confines of my tight boxer briefs, desperate to be buried deep inside of my wife. I could never have imagined how much I’d want the woman I’d agreed to marry without ever meeting her.

  I fist my aching cock in my hands before bringing the tip to her entrance.

  Aida quivers, her thighs shaking with anticipation.

  The power I feel being able to take whatever the fuck I want from her is exhilarating.

  Slowly, I drag the tip of my cock through her dripping pussy. Aida moans, and I feel that sound right to my balls.

  “Tell me how much you want to feel daddy’s cock breeding that naughty little cunt.”

  She gasps softly, arching her back. “I want your cock so bad, daddy,” she says, her voice whiny and perfect. “Please give it to me.”

  I run my finger over her perfect, tight asshole. A hole I’d love to fuck, but for now, her tight, barely used pussy will do. I’m going to breed her until my cum is dripping down her thighs. Until she’s so full, she can’t take anymore. I want Aida growing big and round with my baby as the ultimate proof that I own her. I own my dirty, little whore who tried to fight against this basal instinct we’re both driven by.

  I don’t tease her any longer, burying every inch of my cock deep inside of her with one stroke.

  She’s so wet tonight that I slide inside her easily.

  Her muscles clamp around me as she moans loudly into the night air.

  She doesn’t care who might hear. She doesn’t care that she’s proving to me how much she craves me. It’s fucking sexy as hell.

  “That’s it, angel, take daddy’s cock inside of you,” I murmur, digging my fingertips hard into her hips.

  Aida arches her back more. The dark bruises on her butt cheeks only turn me on more. It’s my mark on her body. The marks I left when I took her virginity.

  “Who owns you?” I ask, thrusting in and out of her hard and slow.

  She groans before answering me. “You do, daddy,” she says in a sing-song voice that sets my nerves on fire.

  “That’s right,” I growl, feeling that angry need to dominate rise to the surface. “I own all of you, Aida. I own this perfect little cunt. I own your tight, perfect body. You’re my slave and my whore. I’ll fuck you when I want, and you will fucking like it.” I wrap a hand around her throat from behind, forcing her to arch her back even more. “By the time the night is through, your body will be full of my seed. I won’t rest until I’ve bred you,” I purr into her ear.

  Aida’s moans are wanton now as she almost cries with pleasure. “Yes, fuck, yes. Breed me, daddy.”

  I bite her shoulder hard, keeping hold of her throat as I pound into her with all my strength. Never before have I been so desperate for a woman. “I need you to milk my cock with your tight little pussy. I need you to come for daddy.”

  “Fuck,” she cries as she tumbles over the edge. Her muscles clamp hard around my throbbing cock.

  It’s impossible not to explode inside of her. I growl as my release hits me. My cock pulses deep inside of her, breeding her with my seed. I’ve never had such a primal, basal instinct to fuck a woman before in my life.

  Aida turns limp as I continue to hold her throat more softly now. She’s panting for air, and so am I. Both of us remain silent for a long while, with my cock still buried deep inside of her.

  Aida jiggles slightly, and it’s enough to stir the need in my balls again. My cock twitches inside of her, making her gasp.

  “Don’t relax yet, angel. We’ve barely even started.”

  15

  Aida

  I sit on the sand with my feet in the surf, listening to the soothing sound of the ocean. Three days here have flown by faster than I expected, and we’re due to leave tonight for Boston.

  I’ve had some time alone on the trip while Milo talks on the phone to his men or works on deals that he won’t discuss in front of me. Our marriage has started better than I expected, but I know that’s because we’re here in The Bahamas. Once we’re back in Boston, the cruel man I first met will return with vigor.

  It’s why I don’t want to leave this island. Not to mention, Boston is so depressing in comparison to the Bahamas or Sicily. I’m used to living by the sea. I think there’s something wrong with me for liking the rough way Milo handles me. Although I wish he would hold me after we fuck. He keeps a distance between us, and for some fucked up reason, that hurts.

  “Morning, angel,” Milo says from behind me, making me jump.

  I hate the way my stomach somersaults, and my pulse races the moment I hear his voice. This trip was a mistake since my passionate hatred for this man has twisted into a passionate need for him.

  “Good morning, sir,” I reply, knowing he likes me to call him that.

  He sits down in the sand and puts his legs on either side of me, kissing the nape of my neck in a way t
hat makes me melt between my thighs.

  I moan as his teeth tease at my shoulder. “What time are we leaving?”

  Milo bites my neck softly. “A car is picking us up in four hours. We have time to enjoy the island a bit longer together,” he murmurs.

  An ache ignites in my chest the moment he says that word together. My feelings toward Milo are getting complicated. I’ve heard that giving away your virginity can bond you to the man that takes it, but everything Milo has done should have made that impossible.

  “What do you have in mind?” I ask.

  Milo stands up and walks in front of me, holding out a hand. “Let me show you.”

  I close my hand around his and allow him to pull me to my feet.

  Milo grabs my beach dress and pulls it over my head, tossing it to one side. “We’re going for a swim.”

  I swallow hard as he leads me into the sea before letting go of my hand and swimming toward the left of the cove.

  My brow furrows as I watch for a moment before following him into the water. I’ve always loved swimming and used to be on the swim team at school in Sicily. It’s one of the most freeing experiences and better in the ocean. However, I can’t deny that those sharks we saw at Compass Bay shook me up. There are no sharks in Sicily.

  I follow Milo around the bay until we come to the opening of an underwater cavern below the surface. Milo treads water. “Anita told me about this grotto here, and I thought it would be fun to explore it together.”

  I swallow hard, looking into the darkness below the surface of the water. I’m a little claustrophobic and the thought of diving under the water to get into a small cavern freaks me out.

  “Don’t tell me you’re scared of caverns too, angel?”

  I nod my head. “I don’t like small spaces.”

  He wraps an arm around my waist, treading water effortlessly. “It’ll be beautiful in there, and I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise. I’ll protect you.”

  Milo’s promises shouldn’t mean anything to me. Instead, his promise makes butterflies flutter to life in the pit of my stomach.

  “What do you say?”

  I nod in response. “Okay, let’s do it.”

  He smiles that unnaturally beautiful smile at me. “Do you want to go first, or should I?”

  I bite the inside of my cheek. “You first, and I’ll follow close behind.”

  Milo nods, squeezing my hand before diving down into the dark hole ahead of us. I draw in a deep breath before following him. It’s hard to keep my eyes open with the saltwater as we swim five meters to the other side of the rock formation and come up inside a small cavern that sparkles with the light penetrating through areas in the rock.

  “Wow, this is amazing.” I twirl around, thankful I can safely stand up in the cave. A fish bumps into my leg, making me jump.

  “It’s not as big as the Thunderball grotto, which is a popular tourist attraction, but it’ll do.”

  “Do for what?” I ask.

  The expression on his face answers my question. I should have known he only brought me here for one thing. It’s frustrating that an ache starts deep inside of me every time he looks at me like that.

  Milo wades toward me and grabs me forcefully. “Anything I desire, princess.”

  I can’t explain why that nickname makes my blood boil every time he says it. “I thought we were here to explore.”

  I feel him smile against the back of my neck. “That’s right, explore each other,” he purrs into my ear.

  I shake my head, wrapping my arms around myself. “I don’t feel like it right now.”

  Milo laughs that cruel, vindictive laugh for the first time since we got here. “Since when do you think I care what you feel like?”

  His comment slams into my gut hard, making my eyes water.

  This trip has lured me into a trap. I’d allowed myself to wonder whether Milo could be kind and caring in our marriage, but it’s all been one big act.

  I spin around and step backward, placing some distance between us in the cavern. “Why do you have to be so cruel?” I shake my head, wishing my throat didn’t close up the moment our eyes met. His ice-blue eyes hold an unreadable coldness that I can hardly fathom. “This trip has made me realize you have the capacity for kindness, so why do you want to be so forceful with me?”

  Milo smirks at me, and it makes my stomach drop. “You realize that this trip was an act to make it seem like we are a real couple.” He shrugs. “I’m sorry if you got the impression this is how our life together would be, as it couldn’t be farther from the truth.” He steps closer to me, stinging me with every one of his vindictive words. “Your purpose as my wife is to please me and provide me with an heir, that’s all.”

  It feels like Milo is tearing me apart. Our few fleeting days on this island have all been a lie, and that hurts more than I can admit. Part of me wondered if I could find something good within Milo. It was a foolish notion, and I’m glad he’s putting me right before my feelings get out of hand.

  “Now, I want you to bend over,” he orders, pinning me to the spot with his cruel gaze. This is my life now. Nothing more than a slave to tend to his needs. He warned me that the moment we met, and yet I foolishly believed that this could blossom into something more.

  Hatred is a complicated feeling, and it easily blurs when you have to sleep with the guy you hate so much. His touch has become my addiction. When I don’t move, he grabs my neck forcefully. “I told you to bend over, angel. Are you going to make me repeat myself?”

  I feel the pain clutching around my chest as I shake my head, bending over slowly for him. His hands tease over my back first before traveling lower. “Good girl,” he purrs.

  I’m torn as my body responds to his touch, but my heart recoils. The hatred I held for him returns with a vengeance at his utter disrespect for me. Milo is crueler than I expected. He’s playing games with my heart, and he doesn’t give a shit if I get hurt in the process.

  He drags aside my bikini bottoms and thrusts his fingers inside of me.

  Tears prickle at my eyes as I realize how utterly pathetic I’ve been on this trip, allowing him to infect my heart like a disease.

  “I’m going to fuck your perfect little cunt when I want, do you understand?”

  I swallow the pain clawing at my throat but don’t respond to him.

  My lack of response earns me a hard spank. The pain helps to redirect my focus as I try desperately not to break in front of him. I can’t let him know how deeply he has affected me.

  “I asked you a question, princess. I want an answer.”

  “Yes, sir,” I reply, hating how raw and broken my voice sounds.

  He growls, and the sound reverberates around the cavern. “I told you when we’re alone that you call me daddy.”

  The word feels too intimate for him. A man as cruel as him doesn’t deserve a name that should be linked to a protective and caring individual. Upon arriving here, I’ve researched his kinks, and he leans toward BDSM. I guess it’s to be expected from a man as sick and twisted as him, but he most certainly isn’t a Daddy Dom.

  He’s too cruel. I can only assume he enjoys the power play. The word makes him feel powerful.

  My body tenses as I feel his finger pressing at my asshole. It feels like an odd sensation, and I instantly recoil, moving forward in an attempt to get away from him. Milo reads my intention and grabs my hips just before I can get away. “Where do you think you’re going, angel?”

  I swallow hard, wishing I hadn’t dived into this cavern with Milo. He’s a monster. “I feel claustrophobic in here,” I lie.

  Milo grabs the back of my neck forcefully. “Stop your whining,” he growls before thrusting a finger inside my ass and making me squeal in pain. “All I want to hear is you moaning as I fuck you.”

  It’s the first time he’s penetrated my ass, and he didn’t even warn me. Slowly, he moves his finger in and out. Initially, it hurts, but gradually it starts to feel good. “I ca
n’t wait until I fuck this tight ass.”

  I tense at the thought of Milo’s huge size in my ass.

  He chuckles. “Don’t worry. I won’t do it here as it won’t go in without some stretching.”

  The pain clutching around my heart fades away as I ignore it, knowing that Milo doesn’t care what I want. I let my guard down around him on this island, which was a foolish mistake.

  I bite my lip as he fucks my ass with his fingers, keeping silent. The last thing I want is to give this sadist satisfaction.

  He spanks my sore ass. “I want to hear you moan. You’re pussy is getting wet for me while I finger your ass, so don’t pretend you aren’t enjoying it.”

  This man’s confidence is beyond cocky. Irritatingly he’s right. My body is incapable of self-control. Milo’s touch is addictive. I shut my eyes and allow the sensations his touch ignites to overwhelm my senses, trying to forget how much Milo’s hot and cold act hurts.

  I should never have allowed this man to get under my skin. Milo grabs hold of my hips so hard it hurts and slides his thick cock deep inside of me, fucking me roughly. “Moan for me,” he says slowly and forcefully.

  I swallow my pride. Milo won’t stop, not even if I begged him to. He doesn’t care about me or anyone other than himself. I shut my eyes and give in to the sensations he’s teasing from my body. The moan that escapes me is strangled, and emotional as tears escape my eyes, flooding down my cheeks.

  “Good girl,” he purrs.

  It’s ridiculous that a part of me swells with pride at his praise. As though I’m a little girl craving this cruel man’s approval.

  Milo fucks me harder. “I love fucking this perfect pussy. It’s as though it was made to fit around my cock.”

  I grit my teeth, wishing his words didn’t affect me the way they do. It’s no use. I’m already hooked on Milo. Of all the dangers I thought I’d face when I was married to this monster, forming an attachment to him wasn’t one I anticipated.

 

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