Mafia Daddies Between My Thighs

Chapter 9: Chapter NINE

ANGEL

Vincenzo still looked completely unbothered, his stoic face a calm, unreadable mask.

Was he even aware that his dick was swelling into a thick, rock-hard peak right against my hand?

Was he actually responding to my little ”accidental” touch?

His dark eyes roamed over my body, inspecting every inch of my red dress. ”You don’t seem to be bleeding,” he murmured. ”I’ll take you to your room so you can rest until the emergency doctor arrives.”

Was it just my imagination, or did his voice sound slightly raspy? strained? Could he see how my nipples were poking straight through the fabric of my dress, practically crying out for his mouth?

Before I could answer, Vincenzo slid one massive hand under my thighs and locked his other arm securely around my back.

He was pure, solid muscle. His biceps flexed hard as he lifted me effortlessly off the floor. As he pulled me against his chest, the thick, heavy imprint of his erection pressed right into my hip through his pants. My clit did a happy little flip, leaking a warm drop of slickness into my lace panties. I barely managed to swallow down a needy moan. This was the closest I’d ever been to Vincenzo’s cock, and Mini-Vincenzo and I were already getting along just fine.

Of course, the universe couldn’t just let me enjoy my victory.

The devil herself appeared at the top of the hall, instantly ruining my mood.

Jillian.

Her dark brunette hair was disheveled, her red lipstick smeared, her lips swollen and puffy. She hadn’t even bothered trying to hide what they’d just been doing upstairs.

”Oh my God! W-what happened?!” she gasped, her voice raspy—no doubt because her throat had just been brutally pounded by her husband.

I ignored her completely, tilting my head back to look up at Vincenzo with wide, tear-filled eyes. ”Daddy, is it really going to be okay? My feet hurt so much,” I soft-sobbed, resting my flushed cheek flush against his bare chest. I snaked my arm around his neck, gripping him possessively. Yeah, bitch, take a mental picture.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Jillian’s fists clench tightly at her sides, her blue eyes flashing like deadly daggers.

”She slipped on the stairs,” Vincenzo answered her. I felt a pang of bitter jealousy that he even gave her a reply.

”Oh, you silly girl! How many times have I told you to watch where you’re going?” The venom in Jillian’s voice was barely disguised. ”You aren’t a goddamn kid anymore—how could you hurt yourself like one?”

I buried my face deeper into Vincenzo’s neck, letting my voice drop into the most pathetically helpless, fragile pitch I had perfected over the years.

”I swear I didn’t mean to fall! I was only trying to bring Daddy his morning coffee! And then... I’m so sorry you have to carry me like this. I can walk, Daddy... you can put me down...” I gave an effortless, feeble little struggle, pretending I wanted to climb out of his arms.

Vincenzo’s grip instantly tightened around me, locking me in place. ”Nonsense! You didn’t do anything wrong!” he barked firmly, before snapping his dark gaze toward his wife. ”Don’t just stand there—go get an ice pack and call the emergency doctor to check her legs!”

Jillian’s face turned into a thundercloud. If looks could kill, I would have been reduced to ashes in Vincenzo’s arms.

I pouted my lips, blinking slowly like a sweet, innocent little porcelain doll. ”Thank you, Mommy,” I chirped cheerfully.

”I’ll get the ice, Vincent. And the doctor!” Jillian hissed through gritted teeth. She turned on her high heels and strutted away, her hips swaying aggressively.

I wanted to kick her right between her legs. Who the fuck was she trying to seduce? I wanted to stomp my heel directly into her wet pussy where it would hurt the most. If anyone had a right to be furious, it was me! Thanks to her, I’d shattered Vincenzo’s favorite coffee mug and my ankle was throbbing like a bitch.

Vincenzo carried me into my bedroom, the heavy wooden door shutting behind us with a solid click.

He laid me down onto my silk sheets with a gentleness that made my pulse spike into overdrive. When my eyes flicked down to his lap, I nearly gasped out loud. His erection had grown even larger, casting a clear, thick outline down the front of his pants. A rush of pure triumph flooded my veins.

I used to think I had zero effect on him. But I was wrong. So fucking wrong.

My Daddy wants to fuck me.

”Are you okay?” his voice was dangerously quiet as his thick thumb reached out, brushing against my cheek.

Breathing suddenly felt like the hardest task in the world.

Fuck yes, I’m okay. Now stuff me with your cock!

I arched my back subtly into his touch, my chest lifting. ”Daddy, I...” I slowly licked my lower lip, holding his heavy, unblinking stare.

I leaned forward, closing the distance until our breaths mingled in the tight space between us. Our faces were barely an inch apart.

Vincenzo didn’t pull back. His dark eyes darkened further, like storm clouds rolling over an open sea.

My heart thundered wildly in my ears. I would count to three in my head. If he didn’t back away...

I was going to kiss him.

One...

Daddy, your lips look so hot. Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve laid in this bed picturing your face soaked in my pussy juice while I ride your mouth? ”Your cunt is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, Angel”—that’s what you’d say to me, right?

Two...

Vincenzo still didn’t move an inch. His breathing turned deep, heavy, and ragged.

His dark eyes dropped to my mouth.

Lingering.

Traced the curve of my lips.

Would he do it himself? Would he steal a kiss right here, right now?

God, I wanted him to pin me to this mattress, rip this red dress off my body, and ravish the absolute hell out of me.

Three!