Secret Daddy

by K.C. Crowne

“Don’t worry, dolcezza. He was just a boy. I’m going to show you how a real man fucks.” I shiver, my knees practically jelly. The wet heat between my legs is starting to grow unbearable. “Then what are you waiting for?” I mutter against his mouth.

He’s rough and demanding, proof that he wants not just my mouth, but the very air I’m trying to breathe. It’s all-consuming and wonderfully dizzying.

“Yes, Dominic. Please fuck me. Help me forget about him.”

It’s time to grow the hell up and take charge of my life. No man is going to take advantage of me ever again.

“Promise me something, Dom.” “Anything.”

“When you find the fuckers who gunned down your brother, make sure to kill them slowly.” Her eyes are suddenly cold and dead like a shark. My mother wasn’t always a frail old woman. Sometimes I forget; once upon a time, she was one of the most feared women in all of Little Italy. She gave it all up after she met my father, but every now and then, I get a glimpse of the fierce woman she used to be. I press a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry. I’ll tear them limb from limb.” “Promise to let me watch?” “Of course.”

awwww they’re bonding

If my life had closed captioning, it’d read something along the lines of [incoherent mental screaming]

The taste of his skin on my tongue, the smell of his earthy cologne in my nose, the sound of his deep growl reverberating in my ear. Obsession doesn’t feel like the right word to describe what I’m feeling, but that’s exactly what it is. Dominic has somehow managed to find a way to occupy my every waking thought, and I’m not even mad.

“You were lying to me before,” she says. Her tone is soft, but her accusation rings loud and clear. I grind my teeth, studying her carefully. “You lied to me, too.”

“She’s your daughter,” I say as calmly as possible. “How old is she?” A part of me already knows the answer. Arin sucks in a breath through clenched teeth. “Four years and three months.” I stand, too overwhelmed to speak. Four years and three months… If I factor in the nine months it takes to carry a child, then that means… “She’s mine?”

“Don’t worry. The boys have been tasked with the heavy lifting. I believe Dominic’s exact words were ‘treat her like a damn queen.’”

“Amazing,” I gasp. “This is a whole-ass fashion studio. Did Dominic really tell you to put this together?” “He told me to spare no expense. I hope you like it.” “Like it? I love it.”

I still can’t believe it. It all happened so fast. One second, I’m a carefree bachelor, and the next I’ve got a four-year-old child I didn’t know about. My mother’s probably going to lose her mind when she realizes she finally has a grandchild.

If anything happens to my daughter, I will kill you myself. The corner of my lip lifts at the memory of my little spitfire.

At first, I think she’s going to refuse my request, but then I see the fire in her eyes. There’s excitement behind those frosty grays, along with a dark hunger that matches my own. “Since you asked so nicely,” she says with a wicked grin. “Turn around, signor. Let me put on a show for you.”

“That’s it,” he growls. “Just like that. Fuck, so nice and tight for me.” “Dom, God, that was—” “Oh? You think I’m done with you?” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “I have five years to make up for.”

“Dormi bene, cuore mio.”

“Go on. Show me what your pretty pussy can do.”

There are only two things I fear most: God’s wrath, and my mother’s ring-clad backhands.

“Do it soon. Act before your enemies have a chance to react. That’s the only way to give yourself an advantage.”

“Please,” I rasp. “Dominic, I need you.” He reaches down to the apex of my thighs, stroking his fingers over my folds. “I can tell, cuore mio. Come here and sit on my face.”

“Did I stutter? Come, sit on my face.”

“I’m not too heavy, am I?”

“You’re so big,” I moan. “It’s too much.” “No, my soldata. It’s just right. We’re perfect for one another, don’t you see? Look how well you take my cock. This pussy was made for me.”

“Do it,” I murmur against his lips, circling his neck with my arms. “Come inside me, Dominic.” “You mean that?” I kiss him tenderly. “Put another baby in me.”

“I’ll give you as many babies as you want, cuore mio. Just tell me how many.”

“Fuck, you feel so good. I want to see you dripping with my cum.”

“I’ll compile a list for you. I’m planning to gather my most loyal men. There aren’t going to be too many. Five at most. I need to keep the circle as small as possible to avoid the risk of moles.” “And then what?’ Dominic presses his lips into a thin line. “I’m going to hit Lorenzo where it hurts. Nobody knows Lorenzo’s racket like I do. All I have to do is burn it to the ground.”

I have to admit—Capo Costello has a nice ring to it.

It’s the fear of losing him, I realize, that makes me so uneasy.

glance at Dominic. “Your Daddy gave it to me. Isn’t that wonderful?” “Daddy,” my daughter echoes, looking at him. I’ll never forget the look on Dominic’s face. It’s a combination of pride, pure joy, and so much love that I’m genuinely afraid he might pass out.

She nods, peeking at me over her shoulder. “I want you to feel your cum dripping down my legs.” Arin wiggles her ass against me. “Please, signore. Fuck me and make me yours.” My cock throbs at her filthy words. “Dear God, you’re going to kill me.”

Taking a deep breath, I reach into my purse and pull out the all-access pass I intended on giving him. The date and time of my fashion show are printed on the back, along with directions on how to get there. “This is for you,” I mumble, hating the bitterness coating my tongue. “If you have time.”

“Where do you think you’re going?” “Home, to be with our daughter.” I turn on my heels and reach for the doorknob. I pause, my chest aching painfully. “Do you know that I try to stay up every night waiting for you?”

I’m not the kind of man who knows what it’s like to have their heart melt, but Felicia’s plea makes me fold like a shaky house of cards on a windy day. How could I possibly deny her something so simple?

“This way, when you put it on, you’ll know you’re mine.” “Say it again.” “You’re mine,” she whispers. “Just as I’m yours.”

“What my woman wants, my woman gets.”

“Your woman wants to feel you inside her.” His devilish grin sends heat pooling between my legs. “Anything for you, dolcezza.”

“Get on top of me, dolcezza. I want to see you ride my cock.”