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Our heavy breaths fill the air, and I think he’s going to lie beside me, but instead, he pulls back, taking me with him.

Oh, god, this man and his filthy mouth. I never in my wildest dreams realized any of what Vinny has opened me up to existed. A whimper leaves me when I imagine a life without it. He tugs on the tie, straightening my neck, the collar pulling me in line under his control.

Then his cock slips from me, and droplets of his warmth trickle down the inside of my thighs as I try to clench my pussy and hold it all in. His hot breath rasps over my ass, sending a flurry of goose bumps in its wake.

Oh, sweet Jesus, what the hell? A fist? A high-pitched squeak leaves me, and he chuckles. “Not tonight, baby, I need to get my little pet ready for that.” He’s back to the little pet again, and my shoulders sag.

He must sense the change in me because he replaces his fingers with the tip of his cock and fists himself at my entrance before guiding the slick head of his cock to my asshole. My body pulls tight. “Shhh, Little Pet. Daddy wants to break all your holes in.”

He starts by fisting himself at my back hole while his finger circles my clit. My body somehow relaxes, the forbidden sensation of feeling him back there has me melting into him.

He leans forward and delivers spittle into the cruck of my ass, then rubs the head of his cock up and down, blending the spittle with his cum.

Slowly, he pushes the tip against my asshole, and his hands find my hips, holding me in place, his fingertips so rough they’re bruising.

“Oh,” I pant, his thick tip stretching me further.

Inch by languorous inch, he pushes into me, the rhythm of his finger never slowing as his breathing becomes heavier against my back.

“That’s it, such a good girl, letting Daddy take you here,” he coos into my neck, placing tender kisses down to my shoulders.

The head of his cock sinks inside me, past my muscled barrier, and I scream at the pain lancing through me.

“Oh fuck, Gracie. Feels so good.”

I melt at his words, gripping onto the bed sheets to anchor me.

The fiery sensation in my ass becomes like molten lava, boiling to the surface from his savagery. “Shh, it’s okay,” he repeats, and pushes further inside.

I shake my head frantically. “I don’t think I can do it,” I whine.

His heavy pants fill the air, and his fingers twitch on my hips. “I’m nearly in, Gracie. Fuck. I’m nearly in,” he rasps.

He moves a hand to press a finger on my clit, and I buck beneath him, the sensation sends a wave of arousal through me, and he slams inside me, stealing the air from my lungs.

He wrenches on the tie, bringing my face to his, and I fall back against his chest, then he crashes his mouth over mine as I scream out the pain coupled with pleasure.

Thrust after thrust, I become his little pet.

His lips wrap around my nipple, caressing it, and he suckles.

First, it’s hungrily, his tongue flicking over the bud as he attempts to swallow my breast into his mouth like a frantic, unfed animal who can’t get enough of me and my flavor.

Then he slows to a steady pace that allows me to relax at his calmness.

Both his actions are overwhelming, the crazed, possessiveness and the controlled look of splendor as he feeds from me.

Toying with his hair, I love the bristliness of his silver strands between my fingers, his maturity an aphrodisiac for me.

“Do you like me feeding from you?” he rasps, his slickness coating my leg.

“You know I do.” He smiles against my breast, then pops off my nipple and lays his head back on the sheets, staring up at me.

“I’m taking you shopping tomorrow,” he states, and I blink. Why on earth would he…

“You didn’t buy anything for yourself, and you know damn well I expected you to.” He raises an eyebrow, expecting me to argue.

“I can go by myself if you’re busy.”

“Absolutely. Fucking. Not. It killed me knowing you were out without me today.”

I giggle, but his face is deadly serious. Oh my.

His gaze is transfixed on me as he flicks his tongue over my nipple, and milk bubbles to the surface. I expect him to suck on me, but he laps at it, allowing me to see the milk being drawn onto his tongue. Jeez, that’s hot. I squirm and his lip curls. “We’re having dinner with our family tomorrow.”

Our family?

A coldness takes over me.

“The boys and their wives,” he tacks on.

“We are?”

“Yes, Gracie, we are.” His tone leaves no room for argument, so I don’t even attempt it .

“Why did you stiffen earlier when I called you Little Pet?”

My eyes widen, and my mouth falls open. How did he pick up on that?

A chuckle vibrates his chest. “I’m a Mafia don, I take notice of every movement.” Did I just voice my thoughts aloud? I give my head a shake.

“I don’t know what you mean.” The lie almost gets stuck in my throat, and I lift my chin slightly.

His eyes narrow, and his pupils darken with intent, then he shifts, raising up to his elbow to glare down at me.

He looms over me, causing my breath to hitch, and wraps his hand around my throat and presses.

“Don’t lie to me, Little Pet. Tell me.” Of course he saw right through me.

Like he said, he’s been trained to. I need to be more careful and to continue with my plan, the one I’ve come to hate.

“It made me feel disposable.” Tears spring to my eyes, but I won’t allow them to fall.

His eyebrows furrow, and he tilts my head to the side to access my jawline, where he peppers soft kisses down my face and over my neck, licking around my collar.

“I could never replace you, Gracie. Nor do I ever want to.” My heart lurches in my chest, and a squeezing sensation causes my lungs to struggle to function.

Yet he appears completely unaware and continues kissing down my body, bringing with it pleasure and pain blending into one.

I finally allow the tears to fall, but I disguise the pain his words cause and throw my head back in passion.