Mafia Daddies Between My Thighs

Chapter 5: Chapter FIVE

ANGEL

He was a lunatic. A complete, unhinged madman.

What the hell was I even expecting him to say? His words made my heart pique, but it wasn’t fear anymore—it was pure, blistering rage. I was pissed off at myself for letting him get under my skin, for almost believing his lies for a split second.

To think I’d actually worried something real was happening with Vincenzo’s underworld business... and Damien was the threat I needed protection from?

Laughable. It was fucking absurd.

His crude confession gave me the exact opening I needed. If this bastard thought he could intimidate and shame me, I was going to throw it right back in his smug face.

”You want to fuck me?” My lips curled into an exaggerated sneer of pure disgust. ”I’m your best friend’s daughter! You’re nearly twice my age, Damien—how do you not feel sick to your stomach when you’re old enough to be my fucking father?!”

I was eighteen, and both Vincenzo and Damien were in their mid-thirties. Vincenzo was thirty-six; Damien was thirty-five.

I tilted my chin up, watching a dark smirk touch his lips. It made him look less like a man and more like a predator evaluating his prey.

I attacked again, taking a bratty step into his space until the tips of my breasts practically grazed his broad chest.

”Is the thought of taking your best friend’s virgin pussy getting you hard? You sick old pervert.”

”You’re a virgin?”

His pupils dilated with excitement. His smile broadened into something wicked and hungry.

Damn it. I hadn’t meant to blurt that part out, but so what? Fuck him.

”Don’t get your hopes up,” I hissed. ”It’s not like you’re ever getting a taste. I don’t fuck dickheads like you.”

”I’d watch that mouth if I were you, princess,” Damien growled, a vein bulging along his neck.

I should have heeded the warning in his eyes, but I wanted to break him. I wanted to see him snap, to lose that icy control he kept bottled up. I wanted to drag the monster out into the light.

So I pushed. Harder.

”Have you jerked off to me before, Uncle?” I gave him a venomous, taunting smile. ”Did you cum that day watching my ass in those tight shorts? Did you wish you could pin me down and ruin me with your cock?”

I leaned closer, brushing my bust against his chest as I reached out to snatch the glass of milk from his hand.

My eyes flicked down to his grey slacks—and a sudden, wicked triumph surged through me at the prominent, heavy tent straining against the fabric.

”Getting excited, are we? Do my words turn you on, Uncle?”

I brought the glass to my mouth, taking several slow gulps of the warm milk. When I finished, I met his cold, piercing grey eyes, holding his gaze without flinching.

My blood burned with dark adrenaline. I allowed the last drops of white liquid to sit on my tongue without swallowing, making sure he took in every second of it. I stuck my tongue out slightly, letting the milk glisten on my lips, watching his nostrils flare as his breathing grew heavy and shallow.

Then, with a low moan, I swallowed and licked my lips clean.

”Do you wish that was your cum sliding down my throat?”

Damien’s eyes were pitch-black now. I could trace the thick, rigid outline of his dick right through his pants.

Holy fuck. He was massive. Vincenzo actually had competition.

”You’re a filthy little tease, Angel,” Damien purred darkly. ”And since your father never bothered to train you properly, I guess I’ll just have to enjoy doing it myself.”

I cocked my head, scoffing in his face. ”You don’t have what it takes. So keep jerking off to me in the dark. Think about me all you want—about the tits you’ll never touch and the wet pussy you’ll never taste.”

I don’t know where the sudden burst of arrogance came from, but I poked my index finger right into his chest, pressing into the rock-solid muscle beneath his shirt.

His reaction was instantaneous—like a viper striking.

Rough, thick fingers lashed out and tangled into my hair. A sharp scream tore from my throat in pure shock as he yanked my head back, slamming my body around into the wall. I barely got my palms up in time to keep my face from smashing into the drywall.

”You bastar—!”

SLAP!

I froze. Every muscle in my body locked up, the breath trapped halfway down my throat. My brain scrambled to comprehend what had just happened.

The bastard had just spanked me!

A sharp, searing heat radiated across my right butt cheek under my dress. I tried to twist out of his grip, but he was a brick wall. Powerful fingers clamped around the back of my neck, holding me pinned exactly where he wanted me.

”Son of a bitch, let me g—!”

SLAP!

”Argh!”

A lick of fire scorched my other cheek, and then he didn’t stop.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Each strike wrenched a sharp cry from my lips. Tears spilled over my eyelashes, but it wasn’t just my eyes leaking. Between my thighs, a flood of hot, shameful moisture was drenching my panties.

No. No, this isn’t happening.

I wasn’t getting turned on by being humiliated by him. I couldn’t be. But a pool of molten heat settled deep in my lower stomach, and when his heavy hand cracked down against my rear again, a helpless, desperate whimper vibrated from my throat.

”This is the only language sluts understand,” Damien growled mockingly, his hot breath fanning across my nape. ”Where’s all that attitude now, princess?”

SLAP!

My eyes rolled back. Instead of a cry of pain, a vocal, betraying moan slipped past my lips as my hips instinctively arched back into his touch, soaking my lace underwear.

Stop it! I’m betraying Vincenzo! I tried to snap out of it, but my body refused to obey.

”Let go, you fucker!” I choked out, but Damien pressed his broad chest flush against my back, trapping me completely.

I could feel every single inch of him. The terrifying, rock-hard length of his erection was pressed straight into the crevice of my ass.

He began to rock his hips slowly, grinding his thick length over my sensitive cheeks.

I stiffened, completely soaked, clenching my eyes shut as my breath came in ragged gasps. I was a few hard thrusts away from a ruinous climax.

”You fucking love this, don’t you?” he whispered darkly, his hand sliding lower to squeeze my bruised ass cheek. ”Look at you, sticking your ass out for me like a good little bitch.”

And I was. My hips were mindlessly grinding back against his hardness, craving the pressure, desperate for relief.

”Call me Daddy right now,” Damien growled, his voice a possessive order right against my ear. ”Call me Daddy, and I’ll throw you on that bed and do every filthy thing you wish Vincenzo would do to you. I’ll split you wide open, stretch you until you scream for me to stop—and even then, I won’t stop. I’ll ruin every tiny hole you have because they belong to me. Say it.”

I clenched my eyes shut, my chest heaving.

No. I only have one Daddy. I was only this wet because of my cycle. Only Vincenzo could be my Daddy. Not Damien.

”You can’t touch me...” I moaned weakly, rolling my hips back into his hardness anyway. ”Vincenzo will put a bullet right through your dick...”

I angled my head back to glare at his dark, sharp features. A defiant, breathless laugh bubbled up from my throat, excitement pooling in my core.

”You know what else he’ll do?” I slid my hands beneath the hem of my dress, my fingers slipping down. ”He’ll make you bleed out on the floor for touching his little girl.”

My fingers pushed my wet panties aside. I was dripping.

Damien saw what I was doing. In one violent movement, he yanked my dress all the way up, bunching the fabric around my waist. His bare, warm palm grazed my inner thigh, his touch possessive. My fingers parted my own slick folds—until a hard slap to my wrist forced my hand away.

Damien’s lips curved into a wicked smile. ”Then go ahead, princess. Call for your Daddy.”

His thick finger slid into my panties, parting my drenched lips.

The moment his tip brushed my swollen clit, my mouth opened in a silent ”O.”

Then he stroked it. Once. Twice. Just a single finger... but the electric pleasure ripping through me was ten times intense than anything I had ever done to myself.

”How fast can you cum for me?” he whispered. ”Call me Daddy, and I’ll let you.”

I hated him. I hated him so fucking much.

He pushed two fingers deep inside me, and a choked gasp left my throat. My body traitorously clamped down around him, my walls throbbing violently around his intrusion.

For a second, I thought he was going to finish it—that he was going to make me scream his name as I came.

Instead, Damien abruptly withdrew his fingers.

He stepped back, a look of grim, dark satisfaction on his face. Slowly, he lifted his wet fingers to his lips, sliding them into his mouth and sucking them clean, his tongue wiping away every drop of my slickness.

He was no longer touching me, but his gaze felt like a physical weight pressing me down.

I knew what I looked like: my dress bunched above my hips, my wet underwear pushed aside, my hair wild, my eyes frantic and hyperventilating from an interrupted climax.

”Get out! GET OUT!” I shrieked, shoving my hands through my messy hair.

Damien didn’t move right away. His grey eyes burned into mine with a quiet, lethal promise.

”Sooner or later, I’m going to take you,” he said softly, his voice echoing in the quiet room. ”And you’ll be on your knees, begging for my cock. You’ll scream for mercy, and I’m going to ruin you anyway.”

”Go to hell! And close the door on your way out!” I spat, my voice dripping with venom.

If only I had known back then that every filthy threat he uttered, every brutal promise he made, would come true. Maybe... just maybe, I would have tried harder to run.

Vincenzo wanted to protect me. But Uncle Damien... Uncle Damien wanted to destroy me.