Semua Bab Sold 2 The Mafia Boss : Bab 51 - Bab 60

_DAISY POV’s private island away from the city. When we reached, all the staff lined up to greet us as the butler took our bags from the car’s boot. Enzo led me inside the house, and I gasped in astonishment. Everything was very beautiful. Enzo led me up the pretty white stairs to our room, taking our suitcase from the door inside.“It’s so beautiful,” I whispered with a smile.“I’m glad you like it.” He frowned at something on his phone before looking at me. “Daisy, I need you to stay here for a few minutes; I have to take care of something really quick.”Oh no, he was leaving? But we just got here.“Okay,” I whispered with a pout, turning away from him.“Baby, I just need to check on our security. I’ll be back before you know it.” He walked up to me and bent to my height making me nod my head without looking at him. I heard him sigh, then he tilted my chin to look at him.“I cannot take you with me; it is not safe. But I pro

_DAISY POVEnzo had been on the phone for almost an hour. I had taken my shower and changed my clothes; now, I wanted to continue my book, but I was hesitant. What if the tingling came back? What if the ache started and got worse? I decided to continue the book as it was a new genre I never read before. The more I read the book, the hotter I became; my thighs instinctively clenched together as the ache turned to throbbing in my lower area.—He slid his fingers between her folds, teasing her entrance before circling her clit, rubbing it slowly. Her muffled moan grew louder as her hips thrust against his hand. He pressed harder and faster against her clit, drawing more sounds from her as she pleaded, ‘fuck me daddy.’ —Fuck? Enzo said that all the time. What did it mean? I continued reading.—‘You’re so wet for me, princess. You want my cock so bad?’ ‘Please daddy, fuck me.’ ‘Cum for me first.’ He

_DAISY POV“What are you doing, kitten?” He walked over to me, not taking his eyes off my hand, which was still under my underwear.“I—I—it aches,” I told him, and his eyes snapped to mine.“You want me to touch you?” His voice was husky and rough, like he was losing his self-control.“Yes! Please, I want to do sex,” I pleaded, rubbing my thighs together because I didn’t know what to feel at that moment.“Are you sure, Daisy?”I nodded, and he shook his head. “Use your words, baby.”“Yes, I want my first time to be with you,” I told him sincerely, looking into his eyes that seemed to hold emotions I couldn’t name.“Daisy,” he whispered my name as he climbed onto the bed and hovered over me. His lips brushed against my neck, soft at first then harder—a kiss that sent shivers racing down my spine. My breath caught; and a whimper left me that made my cheeks burn in embarrassment. He

_DAISY POV“What type of stir-fry are we making?” Enzo asked, rolling up his sleeves. We had stayed in bed all morning, forgetting to have breakfast until my tummy made a sound, reminding me I hadn't eaten. Now we were in the kitchen, preparing ingredients for brunch.I was happy he agreed to cook with me; I had thought he was going to say he was busy or that he had to go out. But he agreed right away; it made me feel happy and warm.“One with beef and noodles,” I answered excitedly, really looking forward to teaching him how to make stir-fried noodles.“Okay, baby, put me to work,” he said with a smile, and I suppressed a giggle. Because of how big he was, the aprons in the kitchen did not fit him. They looked so small on him, but he still looked good.“Should any of these be washed first?” he asked, holding an onion.“Yes, we do not know if they were washed before being kept in the frid

_DAISY POVI slowly regained consciousness, my throat dry as I tried to open my eyes. Becoming aware of my situation and my previous memories, I jolted up with a whimper. The rope that was tied around my wrists cut through my skin as I struggled on the wooden chair with my legs tied together and black tape covering my mouth.My heart raced as I took in the almost dark room; my breathing coming out short and rugged. Panicking, I tried to control my breath, but it was as if my nose was not working; any breath I took in suffocated me. The tape was soon ripped off my lips, making me flinch, tears streaming down my face at the thought of my father doing this evil thing to me.“Oh, shut up,” said a man with a familiar voice. He switched on the lights and I had to blink several times to adjust to the sudden light. My eyes widened when I saw Julien beside Father.“Julien?” I said so quietly he almost didn’t hear m