CHAPTER FOUR: BECOMING HIS GOOD GIRL

This had to be a dream. There was no way he just said that. I pinched myself severally to be sure I wasn’t dreaming and no, I wasn’t waking up from this. My heart was pounding so fast, I thought I would die of a heart attack.

“How do you know I want that?” I asked, shivering a little, daring to hear his reply.

He smiled and licked his enticing lips.

“I see it in your eyes, bellissima. I see the way you look at me. You want something you know I’m very much capable of giving to you. You want a daddy and I can be your mafia daddy.”

He told me and my whole system rearranged.

He knew my darkest desires!

I grew up with Daddy issues, wanting a man to care for and protect me. A man to provide for me, never letting me worry about anything in the world. A man to pamper me and give me endless orgasms. I wanted a father and a lover in one man. I wanted a Daddy.

I’ve been scared to talk about my fantasies with the boys I dated. I didn’t want to seem weird about wanting to call a man ‘daddy’ as he spanked me or fucked me senseless. I wasn’t specifically attracted to older men, no. That wasn’t how my kink worked. I wanted a man with absolute authority but ironically, I avoided them like the plague because I was scared to live out my fantasies. But now, everything I wanted was right in front of me—Vincenzo.

“What’s in it for you?”

I asked, already thinking of his dark proposal.

“I get to have you.” He simply stated with a shrug.

I paused for a moment. I was having the greatest contemplation of my life.

“So if I accept whatever you’re proposing for thirty one days, you’ll let me go?” I asked to be sure.

“Yes.” He nodded.

I exhaled and without thinking further, I came to a conclusion.

“So what do you have in mind?” I asked, licking my lips, already tasting the steamy passion this dangerous arrangement promised.

“A lot.” He said with a devilish smile.

“Like what?” Details. I wanted details.

“Why don’t we start off by you telling me what you like in bed” He suggested and I bit my lips, suppressing the urge to bit my lips at his seductive words.

“Um..” I swallowed, carefully thinking of what to say next.

“One time, a guy I was dating in my first year in college spanked me—."

“Don’t tell me about other men touching what is mine, Princepessa. Except you want me to track him down and cut off his fingers.”

He said, interrupting me. I was quiet for a second, wondering why his possessiveness was so hot to me. I loved the way he was watching me like a predator watching its prey. He was exactly my type of man. Handsome and dangerous.

“Sorry.” I whispered. “I like spanking and a little dirty talk.”

“Nice start.” He said. “What do you think about having a Dom?”

He asked and I felt like my skin was being teased with flames.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, trying to hide the fact that a Dom was exactly what I want—no, exactly what I needed.

“Stop lying to me, cara. You’re blushing and I wonder if you blush everywhere too.” He said in a sexy voice as he looked at my breasts lustfully. Thank God they were covered in a shirt, otherwise he would have seen how hard my nipples were getting.

“I can try it out. Having a Dom, I mean.” I told him.

“Good. Because I want you to be my Submissive.”

I immediately thought of my favorite movie—Fifty shades of Grey.

“Like Christian Grey?” I asked, stupidly.

“I don’t know who the fuck Christian Grey is but it better not be a guy you used to be with.” He said, dangerously.

“No, no, he’s a character from my favorite movie.” I quickly clarified.

“I hate movies.” He muttered and that was a bummer because I loved movies.

“So how do we do this?” I asked, getting too eager to get tied up and fucked and then pampered.

Jesus, what was wrong with me?

“First, you sign a NDA.” He said and I blinked, perplexed.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a contract. I give you what you want and you give me what I want. If you breech it you’ll face both legal and illegal consequences.”

He told me and I wondered what illegal consequences there would be.

“What if you breech it?” I asked.

“I won’t.” He simply replied.

“Okay.” I nodded, too interested to back out now.

There was this intense silent for a moment.

“So..” I began, breaking the awkward silence. “Let’s say I sign this NDA. Then what?” I asked and anticipated his reply.

A slow wicked grin appeared on his face. “Then, I bring heaven to you.”

He told me and that was just the sexiest thing a man could ever say.

Vincenzo took me out to a private dress store and not his bedroom which I thought he would. I unashamedly wanted to go to pound town with this dangerous hot man and not a dress store.

“Pick any dress you want.”

He told me and then went ahead to sit on a couch and crossed his legs, his arms rested on the armrests.

I turned around, feeling his eyes on me as I took a look at the dresses in front of me.

There was a pretty white short dress with rose prints on it. I loved it.

“I like this one.” I told him and that was a mistake because when I checked the price tag, I almost choked.

Nine hundred dollars for a dress!?

“Nine hundred dollars.” I gasped, staring at the price tag.

“Put it on.” He told me as he stood up from his seat, ignoring the fact that I just mentioned the dress was Nine hundred.

I prodded to the changing room and put on the dress, it looked really nice on me, accentuating my curves and was just below my ass.

“Dio Mio.” Vincenzo muttered when I twirled for him. He prowled towards me and put his hand gently around my neck.

“Don’t ever check the price tag of a dress when I’m paying for it. I run more than half of Chicago and I've got more money than you can ever imagine, mi amore. Whatever my kitten wants, she gets.” He said and I hadn’t even recovered from his sexy words before he slammed a possessive kiss on my mouth.

It was our first kiss and without a doubt, the best kiss I've ever had. His tongue was hot and minty, twirling in my mouth as we sucked on each other like hormone crazed teenagers making out. But, Vincenzo was no teenager, he was a man and I could feel every part of his strong and muscular body. In the dreamy moment of kissing, I accidentally slid my hand to his crotch and felt something hard! I gasped into his mouth, realizing what it was. I moaned out loud, wanting to feel more by using my body to rub on it but just then, he ended the kiss abruptly.

“Stay here while I go pay for it.” He whispered against my lips before walking away to the cashier who was probably watching us kiss seconds ago.

I counted to three before rushing back into the changing room with something in my shaky hands—his phone!

I wanted to call my sister, she didn’t deserve to be worried sick about me while I was out here about to sign a NDA to get all my dirty fantasies fulfilled by a handsome super rich dangerous mafia boss!

But how the hell do I call my sister with his damn phone when it was locked!?

“0-8-0-4-0-8.”

I heard him call behind me and I slowly turned knowing I was in big trouble.

He caught me!