All Chapters of Taking Daddy’s Command. : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31.Amelia’s shoulder rose above visible, confidence striking her like lightning.That was it! A man who knew just how well it was to spike a nerve and raise confidence. Maximo had that effect—he knew just what to say, just how to make her feel the rush of excitement in her veins. Without another word, Maximo pulled away, guiding her through the path with arms stretched forward while his hand rested possessively on her back, an unspoken promise of control, of power, of undeniable pull.The lady’s face burned from anger and pain. She glared at them, her heart wrenching from the embarrassment she had just witnessed.And yes, her eyes didn’t leave them until they were out of sight. They stayed fixed against them, eyes fluttering, the sting of tears brewing in them. It was a feeling of something she couldn’t bear—a jealousy she couldn’t hide.The art gallery was a passage through time, wrapped in silence and stories—walls lined with the weight of centuries, where Italian history u

Chapter 33. Maximo's lips stretched into a smile. Then he moved his cock to her wet entrance and positioned himself against the bliss, eyes holding onto her. His cock dragged through her folds, slow and steady, teasing her slick entrance. Amelia’s breath hitched against her throat, sensation peppering her skin. The swollen head bumped her clit once— twice—pulling a breathless whisper from her throat.Then slowly, he pushed himself into her, sinking himself in with a deliberate slowness that made her feel every inch of the intrusion as he filled her in. Amelia's head fell backward. “Yes!” She screamed, arching onto him. Maximo’s veins twitched, body stiffened from how hard her hole was gripping him. He bottomed down a groan, hips flushed against hers. “Fuck… sugar. You are so tight.”A soft gasp slipped past her lips, her body trembling as she struggled to let out a word. “You… you feel—so— so deep—”Maximo stilled against her core, not moving. He just remained there, buried

Chapter 35. Maximo’s breath grew harsher against her skin, his cock beginning to snap harder into her soaked cunt. Every thrust shoved her forward, her body jostling on the table, the wood creaking beneath her palms and the fear of being caught only made her tighter, stretching him so hard until he felt every inch of it.“Shit…” Maximo growled through gritted teeth, spanking her ass gently. “You’re fuckin’ choking me down there, Sugar.”“Ummmm…”Amelia whimpered, her breath hitching, eyes wide and glassy.His hand moved and yanked her hair back suddenly, a sharp tug that made her cry out, her back arching like a bow. He leaned over her, mouth dragging hot over her jaw.“Look at me,” he ordered, pulling her hair back brutally to look at him while fucking his way in and out of her.Amelia skin pricked, pussy clenching as she tried hard to look at him. Her lashes fluttered, lips parted, barely breathing.Maximo’s lips parted at the sultry little sight of her. “Fuck, you’re so pretty lik

Chapter 29. The door to the closet opened and Amelia stepped out, her rene caovilla heels clicked against the marble floor, informing Maxiom of her arrival. His head turned, and slowly, his eyes found her. The tension in the air shifted. And breath hitched. Eyes locked against her, drinking in the boobs that sat perfectly in her tank top. His pupils were delighted, eyes cascading down to the low-waist black jeans shirt that hung dangerously low against her waist, outlining the curve of her waist. His eyes trailed down her long sexy legs, drinking them in, from where the flay of her skirt ended to her feet. His muscles twitched, lungs running short of air. Oh, damn it! She… she was the deadliest, sin at 5’8 and right this Instant he envisioned fisting his hand against her bouncy waist that sat down yet waist, while ramming himself into her. The weight of his gaze lingered, pressing further. Amelia shifted, standing on another leg, thighs shaking from how well his e

Chapter 38. Amelia was still bent over his lap, her breath hitched, body stiff with anticipation as her thighs trembled against the velvet. Maximo hadn’t moved—not yet. His hand simply rested on the small of her back, firm and possessive, his breath brushing her spine.The silence between them pulsed as his eyes moved against her ass. God! She was everything perfection spoke up. Curvy! Beautiful! His palm slid slowly up the back of her thigh. Skin to skin. No rush. Just warmth and tension and quiet threat.“You think I’m soft now, sugar?” His voice was low—dangerous silk. “You think you can mouth off and roll those pretty eyes like I won’t do something about it?”Amelia didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Her body was already on edge. And her pussy was already anticipating whatever it was he was willing to do to her.Maximo leaned over her, mouth brushing the back of her ear. “Say something.” he ordered, kissing her ear breathlessly. “I… I didn’t mean to—” Amelia moaned, and his lips curled