The Mafia Lord’s Obsession [3]

POV: Jenna

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“Jackson, I’m not a patient man,” Gio warned him, voice low and deadly calm. He turned to his man, “Butch, you know what to do.”

“Yes, boss.” The massive man reached to his side and drew a long knife. The blade glinted coldly under the light.

My eyes widened. Reality slammed into me as I shoved Gio’s hands from my panties and scrambled away, heart hammering against my ribs.

“Oh shit, man!” Jackson’s eyes popped, sweat pouring down his temples and dripping off his chin. “Okay! Okay, alright! I’ll talk! Fuck man… take her! Clear my debt! Just let me go, please!”

His words landed like a slap across my face. I whipped my head toward him, mouth falling open in disbelief. “What? No, Jackson… you can’t say that!”

Four years. Four fucking years.

Gio smiled slowly, dark and satisfied. “Great choice. You made the right decision.” He tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement. “Now… do you want to know why they call him Butch?”

Jackson shook his head frantically, tears spilling down his face. “No… please…”

“Because he’s the Butcher.” Gio’s tone stayed almost casual. “Take him. Cut off both his pinky fingers. That’s for making me wait for my money.”

“No! no, no, no!” Jackson screamed, voice breaking into an ugly sob. He thrashed wildly against the ropes, a wet dark stain spread across the front of his brown pants. “Please! I said you can have her! I don’t need her anymore! Just don’t cut me!”

Gio paused, his gaze dropping to the puddle forming on the floor, his lip curling like he’d stepped in dog shit. “Did you just piss on my floor?” He glanced at Butch. “Add his left small toe for that. Get this pathetic piece of shit out of my sight.”

“No! Please, Mr. Morino!” Jackson wailed, struggling as Butch easily lifted him like he weighed nothing. “I need my fingers! Don’t do this! Please!” His desperate screams echoed down the hallway, growing fainter and fainter until the door slammed shut behind them.

Then the room went deathly quiet.

My whole body trembled from fear, teeth chattering uncontrollably. Four years with Jackson, gone in the blink of an eye. It hurt like a knife twisting in my chest.

Now I was completely alone with him.

His piercing green eyes found mine as he took one slow step forward. I immediately stumbled back, breath catching.

He froze, forehead creasing. A flicker of something painful crossed his face. “Are you… scared of me?” His voice dropped, softer than I’d ever heard it.

“Please don’t hurt me…” I begged him, pressing my palms tightly together in front of my chest like a useless shield. Tears rolled down my cheeks. “Please…”

He closed the distance until he stood right in front of me. When he raised his hand, I flinched, slamming my eyes shut, every muscle locked tight, bracing for whatever was coming.

But his fingers only touched my chin, warm, careful, almost tender, and gently lifted my face to his. His thumb swept slowly across my cheek, brushing away the tears with a gentleness that made my breath hitch.

“Open your eyes, tesoro.”

I obeyed.

His eyes were almost completely black, pupils dilated with raw desire. He slid two fingers between my parted lips. I could still taste myself on them—sweet and musky from earlier. My tongue moved on its own, curling around his thick fingers, sucking them deeper into my mouth.

What the hell was wrong with me? I was acting like he held a gun to my head.

“I will never hurt you,” he said quietly, voice rough with possession. “You’re mine now, Jenna. Every breath, every moan, every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”

His thumb dragged slowly across my bottom lip, tugging it down gently.

“I want to taste you,” he murmured, eyes never leaving mine. “I want to spread your legs and eat that pretty pussy until you’re screaming. I want to fuck you so deep you forget that loser ever touched you… But I won’t lay a hand on you again until you’re dripping, shaking, and begging for it.”

His gaze burned into me.

“…and calling me Daddy.”

Then he stepped back.

The sudden loss of his warmth felt like ice water poured all over my skin. My body screamed in protest, aching and empty.

He turned and walked out, the door closing softly behind him.

I stood there trembling, nipples stiff and aching, pressing hard against the thin shirt he’d left me in. My clit throbbed relentlessly, swollen and desperate. I clenched my thighs tightly and gripped my hands together in front of me, fighting the overwhelming urge to slip my fingers down and rub myself right there — but it didn’t help. Every small movement only made me wetter.

I had never felt this horny in my entire life, and it scared the shit out of me. 

How the hell did my life flip upside down in less than twenty-four hours?

The door opened. A woman in a plain apron entered with a mop and bucket, head lowered, eyes fixed on the floor. She moved straight to the puddle of Jackson’s piss and began cleaning without a single word, her movements quick and mechanical.

“Excuse me,” I called out. She didn’t even look up, just kept mopping like I wasn’t there.

Damn it! I couldn’t stay trapped here. I had a job, a life. My boss would be so pissed if I didn’t show up to work.

But my body didn’t give a rat’s ass about any of that. Every second without Gio’s hands on me felt like pure torture. The taste of my own arousal still coated my tongue, making my mouth water.

I fucking wanted him. Badly!

The cleaning lady finished, picked up her bucket, and left without ever looking at me.

Time stretched. Minutes felt like hours, or maybe it was, I had no idea. I sat motionless on the bed, eyes glazed as I stared at the huge television on the wall. On the screen, a gorgeous brunette was on her back, legs wrapped around a muscular man as he thrust into her slowly. Her soft moans filled the room while his mouth moved hungrily over her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples.

“What the hell?” I muttered, cheeks burning. “Is this p**n?”

I glanced around frantically. “Where’s the damn remote? I don’t need anything making me wetter than I already am.”

Then the door opened again.

Gio stepped back in, tall and dangerous in a tailored black suit, his green eyes immediately found mine, like he’d been thinking about me the whole time he was gone. 

He looked so good. 

Before I could stop myself, the words tumbled out, small, shaky, and desperate.

“Daddy…please, I… I want you!”

The word hung in the air between us.

He crossed the room in two wide strides. One hand twisted into my hair, gripping tight enough to sting deliciously. The other clamped onto my hip, fingers digging in hard as he yanked me against him. His mouth crashed down on mine in a bruising, possessive kiss.

“Finally,” he growled against my lips. “I’m going to taste every inch of what’s mine.”

He shoved me back onto the bed. I landed with a soft bounce, chest heaving as he stood over me, eyes raking down my body like he wanted to devour me whole. The black button-up shirt he’d given me hung open, barely covering the black lace bra and thong underneath. My nipples pushed hard against the lace, and I could feel how soaked the thong was between my legs.

He exhaled slowly, like he was trying to control himself. “Goddamn, amore,” he murmured. “You are so fucking sexy!”

He climbed on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His big hand wrapped around my ankle, thumb pressing into the arch as he lifted my foot. He brought it to his mouth and sucked my big toe between his lips, tongue hot and wet, swirling slowly around it.

“Oh geez… Gio,” I breathed, the sensation shooting straight up my leg and making my pussy flutter.

He sucked harder on the next toe, eyes flicking up to mine. “Wrong name, baby. Try again.”

“Daddy…” The word came out whiny, almost a whimper, as he moved to my other foot, licking slowly between my toes like he was starving for the taste of me. 

No one’s ever done this… It felt so dirty and weird, but… fuck, it felt so good.

He kissed up my calves, soft open-mouthed kisses along the inside of my thighs, getting closer, closer. When he reached my hips, his fingers hooked under the waistband of the thong.

“Lift your hips for me, tesoro,” he ordered softly. “I’m taking this off.”

I lifted without thinking, hips rising off the bed. He slid the thong down my legs, eyes locked on every inch he uncovered. Then he reached behind me, unhooked the bra, and pulled it away. His hands pushed the open shirt off my shoulders until it pooled on the floor with everything else,

I was completely naked.

There were a thousand reasons why this was a mistake, a thousand ways this could ruin me. But as I looked at him, I realized I was already past the point of no return. I didn't want a way out.

I just wanted to be fucked by him.