Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MASSIO
She lies with her back against my chest while I massage my shower gel over her delectable body.
“Who did you work for before you came to work for my father?” she whispers as I delight in the silky feel of her skin beneath my rough hands.
“I can’t say,” I say against her back.
“You’re part of the Mafia?” She poses it as a question, but something tells me she already knows the answer, so instead of replying, I give a noncommittal grunt.
“I don’t know why my father decided I needed a bodyguard.” There’s a hint of anger in her tone. “But I’m kind of pleased he did,” she tacks on, and I smile and drop a kiss to her neck.
“He said he was worried about your safety. That you felt like you’re being followed.”
She spins to face me, and the water sloshes over the side of the tub. “He did?”
I scan her face, confused at how unsure she sounds about his concern for her.
“Yeah. He’s worried about you.”
“Worried about his investment, more like.” I flinch.
Investment? “He’s never been worried about me before now.
” She continues while my mind whirls with what she’s implying.
It’s not unheard of in the Mafia world for families to have arranged marriages.
In fact, the practice is alive and well, though not something Sal has ever hinted at to me.
I’m grateful for that, because once you give your life to La Familia, you’re not to question anything asked of you.
Maybe it’s because of my past that he’s not pushed it.
As Vinny’s right-hand man, I would have been in good standing for the Mafia world to pitch their daughters to me in a deal.
But Sal never broached the subject with me, and looking down at Thea in my arms, I realize I have more reasons to be grateful because I wouldn’t have this.
“Who do you think that man was that you killed?” she asks, and I’m truly shocked she’s taken the whole thing so easily.
“I have people looking into him.”
I slide my hands down her arms. “Do you think he’s the one I felt following me?”
“Maybe,” I state. “But he’s gone now.” I kiss her shoulder.
“Thanks to you.” I hear the smile in her voice.
She spins around, and I wrap my arms around her and hug her against me, then slowly work the lather down her chest and over her generous tits. Her nipples are peaked, begging to be toyed with, so I happily oblige, gifting them with the attention they deserve.
Her soft, sultry moans have caused a copious amount of pre-cum to leak from me, and I’m convinced she knows exactly what she’s doing.
I nuzzle into her neck. The thought of her smelling like me makes me possessive as hell. “Do you like me playing with your tits?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
My cock spurts. “Hmm, they feel so good in my hands, Little Brat.”
She arches into me, and when I slide my palm over her stomach, a stab of something profound hits me in the chest, stealing my breath away.
“I want to breed you, Little Brat,” I admit in her ear. “I want my baby to grow inside you.” I lick her ear, and she shudders. “Would you like Daddy to help make you a baby?”
“Ye-yes.”
I take hold of her hands and place them on her stomach, then I settle mine over the top. “Our baby is growing already, Little Brat. Daddy can feel it.” Her breathing stutters. “Lean forward and let Daddy put his cum inside you again, just to be sure.”
When she does exactly as I ask, all plans of vengeance slip from my mind. I have new plans now, starting with securing my future with my ex-wife’s daughter. Once my little brat discovers the truth behind my appearance, she’s going to need more than taming.