Semua Bab 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY : Bab 1 - Bab 10

“Stop worrying, Jess, Toby is okay, he’s probably on one of his useless road trips.” My older sister, Joyce told me as she patted my cute three year old niece to sleep. Joyce was a lawyer, married to a handsome six figure earner. She was four years older and was more of a mom than a sister to me since we were kids.Our parents died when I was only four but luckily, we got adopted by Lola, our wonderful foster mom who lived in the outskirts of the city.“But it’s never been like this, he hasn’t called or texted for days.” I was really worried that something bad might have happened to my boyfriend.“You should seriously break up with this guy, he’s no good to you. When was the last time he took you out on date?” She asked and I couldn’t answer that because it’s been almost a year since we last went on a date.“Don’t say that Joyce, he’s a… great guy.” I tried to defend Toby. “You’ve caught him cheating twice, how is he a great guy?” She frowned.Joyce was a strict person, she was

Toby was supposed to be just a rebound, someone to help me forget that I was dumped by a guy I thought was going to be my forever but instead, I fell in love with him more than he could ever love me. I paid for the dates, made efforts to meet up and the sex rarely happened because I didn’t enjoy it. It was all about him and never about me. He ditched movie nights that I’d plan for us and return in the wee hours of the morning drunk and annoying. He was always in one debt or the other and one time, I had to lie to Joyce to give me six hundred dollars so I could pay off some of his debts. I felt so stupid thinking about all I did just to save a useless relationship. Now, I was being held hostage all because I dated a stupid guy. I could literally hear Joyce scolding me in my mind. Toby and I were so done and I hoped I would eventually be released because I knew deep down that he wasn’t going to turn himself in just for my freedom, contrary to what Vincenzo or his dangerous gang may th

“I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry.” I kept whispering as Vincenzo pulled me out of the store and flung me into his limo. “Drive!” He growled his chauffeur . “To where sir?” “Just fucking drive!” He snapped and then forcefully pulled me into him, his eyes all fiery on mine. “Did you think I wouldn’t know my own phone was being slipped out of my pocket? I felt your tiny hand the second it went behind me.” He said with his harsh minty breath pouring on my face. “I’m really sorry, I just wanted to call my sister and my mom would be so worried and—.” I didn’t get to finish my statement before he shut me up with a kiss. Oh goodness, this man kisses were orgasmic. I felt the intensity all the way down there as he took my mouth hungrily like a depraved. man. He pressed a button beside us and the partition closed. “Lie across my laps.” He rasped against my lips, not even allowing me to recover from the mind blowing kiss he just gave me. “What?” I mumbled like I hadn’t heard him w

The sound of cars zooming into the compound jerked me out of deep thoughts. I was alone in the room, cast in darkness, waiting for Vincenzo to return. I was still in the white dress he bought me which was now tainted with blood—a man’s blood. I could still hear the starling sound of the gun shot that dropped him dead. I didn’t wait for ‘Mr Kill Everyone That Touches What’s Mine’ to come up to my room. Instead, I wrapped my tangled hair up and marched downstairs in anger. “Are you done shooting the whole of Chicago?” I asked on sight of him. His back was to me as he poured himself a drink from the bar. “Oh my god..” I gasped when he turned around. Blood everywhere. He looked like he’d tore those men limb from limb. He downed his entire drink and slammed the tumbler on the table. “Erica, go run me a bath.” He told the aged maid who was standing like a statue by the entrance. She nodded and left. I noticed how she wasn’t even surprised by the bloody look on her boss. He pro

“I can’t, I can’t, no more..” I moaned, twisting on the soft bed, my wrists cuffed to the horizontal pole above me. I was being ravished, devoured, eaten… any word you could use to describe the manner in which my mafia daddy was eating me out like a starved man. “You can and you will.” He growled directly on my buzzing and dripping core before he took another hot swipe at it. I shuddered, a fresh wave of intense orgasm washed over me as his hot skillful tongue twirled inside of me. When he was done lapping me clean, he released my weak legs and moved up to cup my damp face in his big paws. “Are you okay, cara ?” He asked, cleaning the tears of pleasure from my cheeks. Butterflies fluttered in my tummy at the kind gesture. “I think.” I smiled, weakly. Never again would I date a man incapable of giving me an orgasm. Vincenzo had set the bar too high and I feared I may be ruined for other men. He held me in his strong arms, the scent of his manly musk intoxicated me. We