Semua Bab Daddy's Demands: Bab 41 - Bab 50

“Yes, Daddy. I understand,” I replied, my smile growing even larger.When we got home, I wasted no time in divesting myself of clothing. I threw my shirt off in the living room, kicked shoes off in the hallway, left jeans in the doorway and socks by the bed. I reached the side of the bed and unclasped my bra, pushing my panties down in a rush until I was entirely naked.My pussy was soaked. I was so turned on.Jayce forced me down on the bed, and I opened my legs for him.“Look at this cunt, Dani-girl. So fucking wet for your daddies,” he growled, and I rolled my hips toward him. He undid his pants, releasing his massive cock and I licked my lips. He teased my entrance with it and I moaned, my clit demanding his attention. He grinned, and his dick slammed into my pussy, spearing me with one single motion. He fucked me hard, his cock owning my cunt. It hurt, but it felt so damn good that all I could do was moan in relief.He lifted me off the bed and I felt Seth behind me. He gripped t

I don’t answer because I’m not going to lie, and the truth is going to make him more mad. And I’m not sure I can handle more spanking, even though my pussy is wet, clit throbbing.He takes my silence as a yes and spanks harder, his hand falling in swift, punctuating movements. “Tell me—” His voice goes rough, almost broken. “Tell me you didn’t let those bastards take advantage of you. Tell me!” he roars.Uh… what bastards?He stops spanking me. “Jenna?” Yes, his voice sounds broken.“No—never.”I’m still a virgin, as ridiculous as that may sound. All those years, promised to Nico Tacone—I don’t know, I guess I was afraid he’d do something horrible to me if I wasn’t a virgin on our wedding night. And since he set me free a few months ago, well… no one here was Alex.So that’s that.Alex abruptly pulls me up and turns me to face him. “Never?” he croaks.I shake my head. “Never, ever.”His mouth descends on mine in a punishing kiss.I swoon. All this time, I’ve been hoping I wasn’t readi

I lift my chin. “You don’t know a lot of things about me.”His expression darkens. “No, but I intend to find out.” He sounds threatening, and a shiver runs down my spine. I don’t know exactly what he does in the family business, just like I don’t know what my dad does. The women of the family make it their business to never know. It’s one part safety, one part sanity-keeping measures. Because if we knew, would we really stick around?And that’s another reason why I like the idea of staying gone.I ran away from that life, the misery my father wanted to twist me into. I don’t need Alex dragging me back, no matter how persuasive or beautiful he may be.I pull back out of his grip and put my hands on my hips. It’s hard to muster bravado in nothing but a G-string but I do my best. “I’m not going back, Alex.”He studies my face, nothing showing in his expression. Then he tilts his head to the side. “I’m not leaving without you.”And just like that, my nipples bead up, as if he just declare

When I don’t move, he snatches my wrist and pulls me up against his hard body. “Come here, baby. You’ve been teasing me with that ass all day long. It’s time for payback.”I swoon a little. I freakin’ love when he talks tough with me. I’m wearing a pair of skin-tight white capri jeans and he unbuttons them.My legs tremble as he pulls them down over my ass, all the way to my ankles. He crouches at my feet, infinitely gentle as he tugs them off one foot and then the other.“And now for these.” He peels down my lace panties.I suck in a breath. I shaved myself bare for him when I took a shower before we went shopping.He’s not disappointed. “Oh, baby. Oh, fuck, baby. Look at that pussy.” He brushes my nether lips with his thumb, then curls my toes when he drags his tongue in a long line up the seam. “Did you do this for me, amore?”“Um…” I can’t speak because he’s applying his tongue to my clit.He pulls back, eyes blazing. “Don’t tell me you keep this pussy shaved on the regular.”I st

She nods. “I tried to follow my mom’s lead. Pretend there’s nothing different about our family. Stick my head in the sand. But how could I when we went to funeral after funeral? When every guy was either in jail or dead? And all that time I had the marriage contract hanging over my head.”I wrap her up in my arms. “I know, baby. That was bullshit. I’m so sorry.” I kiss her hair, which is silky soft. “You were so brave.”“And my mom?” she croaks. “How could she let it happen?”I shake my head. “I don’t know, bambi.”“How could you?” she whispers. Tears drip down her cheeks.There it is. The accusation I’ve been hurling at myself all these years. How could I let such a thing happen to a sweet, innocent girl? Grazie a Dio it didn’t actually manifest, but what if it had? I have no answer for her.My stomach churns. I push up to sit.She also sits up, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Did you even stick up for me? Did he ever talk about it?”I get up off the bed to pace. “Yes, I fucking