Mafia Daddies Between My Thighs

Chapter 10: Chapter TEN

ANGEL

”I’ll be right back, Angel,” Daddy jolted suddenly, standing to his full, towering height.

My heart crushed in my chest like a crumpled can. My fingers yanked at the silk bedsheets.

”Daddy?”

He wasn’t even looking at me. The air on my cheeks turned instantly ice-cold. I was already going through severe withdrawal from his touch.

”Be good when Jillian comes back.”

Confusion stitched my brows together into a tight, ugly knot. His dark features were set in a stone mask now, his tone pure steel. It wasn’t a suggestion; it was an absolute command.

A disgusting, thick lump lodged in my throat. I wanted to scream at him to stay, to wrap his big, thick hands around my neck and drag me back down onto his lap, but disappointment rained down on me like frozen lead.

What the fuck was I supposed to do? Should I cry? Should I throw a full-blown fucking fit?

If I screamed in agony right now, would he turn around? Would he gather his broken little doll back into his arms?

”Daddy? It still hurts...” I whimpered, letting my voice crack like a pathetic, dying puppy.

He didn’t even flinch. Didn’t even turn his head.

”I’ll send some painkillers,” he grunted, his back turned to me as he paced toward the door.

His sudden detachment filled me with a toxic wave of shame. It felt like I’d been caught doing something unspeakable—craving something that wasn’t mine to touch. Like I wasn’t good enough for his lips.

Then, he was gone.

Martha shuffled into the room, bowing her head slightly as Daddy passed her in the doorway. Her old, nosy eyes darted between Daddy’s retreating back and my bed as if she could feel something wrong in the air.

Daddy completely disappeared, taking my sanity and leaving behind the faint smell of his cologne with me, and taking my crumpled heart, dragging it on the floor and leaving bleeding trails on the ground as he walked away.

Martha applied a freezing ice pack around my ankle. I hadn’t even realized how grotesquely bent and swollen it was until the blue skin throbbed against the cold. The ice numbed my flesh, but it did fuck-all for the burning acid eating away at my lungs. Daddy rejected me.

The second Martha clicked the door shut behind her, I buried my face into my plush pillows and let out a muffled, screeching roar of absolute fury. I kicked my good leg violently against the giant stuffed teddy bear Daddy had bought me last time we shopped together.

What the fuck was going through his head? What was he thinking right before he ran away from me?

I fucking hated that I could never read him. Behind those dark, soul-crushing eyes, there was nothing—just pure glacier and titanium. I knew he’d babied me for years, but lately, he was freezing cold. A dark, impenetrable cave I couldn’t crawl inside no matter how hard I tried.

Did he want to fuck me or not?! Was I the reason Mini-Vincenzo was throbbing against my palm?

Thinking about it, Daddy’s eyes were just as startling as Uncle’s. I wasn’t afraid of it, but it was unnerving. Like he might be hiding a lot of things beneath.

I picked up my phone from where I’d tossed it beneath the pillows last night, and I clicked on it. The stranger hadn’t responded since yesterday, but the last message I’d sent had ticked read.

I needed to vent, so my thumb flew across the keyboard:

’Hey, so, another confession. I caught Mommy Jillian sucking on Daddy’s cock earlier, and I got so pissed that I threw myself down the grand staircase on purpose. Daddy lost his fucking mind crying over me. It was so fucking romantic. Then I kissed him. I fucking kissed him! And you know what? He devoured my face and got rock-hard against my hip. I’m definitely getting him to fuck my brain out tonight. What do you think, freak?’

I didn’t give a single fuck that half the message was pure, delusional fiction. A girl was allowed to dream her dirty fantasies into existence, wasn’t she?

The door of my room swung open without a single knock, and I instantly slammed my phone screen-down against my mattress.

Jillian strutted in. She carried a silver tray with a glass of water and two white pills. Her plastic face was frigid, her blue eyes spitting fire. Good. Mine were probably glowing with pure murder.

”Manners, Mommy. Where the fuck are your manners? Knock before entering my bedroom,”

Daddy wasn’t in the room—there was zero point in pretending I didn’t want to gut her like a fish.

My words which was meant provoke her proved useful, she walked to dump the tray on my bed stand, the water splattered across the edge of the glass, some of it wetting the edges of my comforters.

”You threw yourself down the stairs, didn’t you?” she spat, cutting straight to the chase. ”You stood at our door like a fucking creep again. Don’t you think your behavior is completely psychotic?”

”I have no idea what your jealous ass is talking about, Mommy. I slipped on my slippers,” I hummed, tossing the two pills into the back of my throat and chugging the water. The bitter chemical taste coat my tongue, but I swallowed it down.

I slammed the empty glass down onto the wood, locking eyes with her as a vile, triumph-filled smirk spread across my lips.

”And oh... Daddy got rock-hard when he carried me up here. He was erect against my thigh the whole time.”

I met her fiery, demonic glare with a pleasant smugness. I wasn’t afraid of her. I knew the bitch hated me, but she wouldn’t dare harm me with fake drugs.

”You really have no idea, do you, you pathetic little leech?” Jillian’s voice dropped into a sharp hiss. ”Vincent will never look at you like a woman. Everything from your stupid face, your hair, and your disgusting, bratty behavior is just a giant reminder that madness runs right in your dirty bloodline.”

I frowned at her bizarre words, but before I could process what she meant, she leaned in closer, her smile twisting into something truly demonic.

”In a few days, you’re going to be permanently erased from our lives anyway. Then Vincent and I can finally have the normal family we’ve always wanted without a rat living under our roof.”

”Why is Daddy sending me away? Is it because of you, or—” I cut myself off, unable to even speak his name out loud.

”Now, why on earth would I ruin the surprise for you, princess?” Jillian sneered, ”You put so much effort into this pathetic little performance today. You even broke your little ankle. I think you deserve a reward from your dear Mommy, don’t you?”

Before I could move, her manicured hand shot out, her long, acrylic nails digging viciously into my jawbone.

”Get your fucking hands off me!” I snarled, trying to yank my face back, but her grip was shockingly strong.

”What are you doing, you crazy bitch?! I’ll—”

”You’ll what? Cry for your Daddy, you dirty little whore?” she mocked.

Her smile was sharp enough to slice glass. ”I thought I’d share the leftovers with you... since I saved some especially for you.”

My eyes dilated in absolute, sickening horror. What the fuck—

”You look terrified, baby girl. Why? Don’t you want a taste of Daddy?”

Before a scream could rip out of my throat, Jillian slammed her mouth onto mine.

It wasn’t a kiss—it was a violent, brutal violation. Her tongue thrust brutally past my teeth, forcing its way deep into my mouth. I gagged as a hot, thick, salty liquid poured off her tongue and flooded my throat.

Daddy’s cum.

”Mmmph! I’ll fucking kill you!” I choked out, the words completely muffled as the sickening, warm taste of his seed—mixed with the plastic bitch’s sour saliva—coated my tongue.

The holy semen I had fantasized about swallowing for years. But having it forced down my throat from her rancid mouth made my stomach turn inside out. I felt violated. I wanted his cum straight from his thick shaft, not as her sick, twisted charity!

”Now swallow it down, bitch!” Jillian laughed, her eyes maniac. ”This is what you broke your bones for, isn’t it?! Drink him up!”

”Get OFF me!”

I gathered every ounce of strength in my upper body and shoved her chest with both hands. Jillian stumbled backward, her high heels catching on the rug as she nearly lost her footing.

I collapsed forward on the mattress, heavings sob-like breaths, spit and warm seed dribbling down my chin. Rage—pure, blinding, murderous rage—blacked out the edges of my vision.

My hand instinctively whipped to the right, my fingers wrapping around the thick, solid base of the heavy glass cup on my nightstand. I didn’t think. I didn’t care about the consequences. I was going to smash this glass straight into her fake nose and tear her throat out with the broken shards—

Then a figure filled the doorway.

My hand froze mid-movement.

Every muscle went rigid and strength drained from my limbs instantly.

Horror curled in my throat, thick and salty, making it hard to swallow. The cup trembled in my hand.

”Oh, I thought since Damien was close by, he could attend to you. You know he has the qualifications,” Jillian’s voice was lazy and mocking.

Fúck no, Absolutely not!

My eyes remained locked on those weird grey eyes as he stepped further into the room, those lips curved slowly into a knowing smile, ”Hello, Angel,”