Page 40 of Her Dream Mafia Daddy

“You are a fat fucking cunt.” He spat at her, but she was a safe distance away. Her laugh was loud and happy.

“Really? Is that the best you got? I’m fat? Well shocker, asshole. I’m aware. And I happen to have a Daddy who loves my curves. He loves everything about me. His dick is also a helluva lot bigger than yours and he actually knows how to give me an orgasm. Your tiny, shriveled-up dick never did anything for me. I had to fake everything with you.”

“Whatever, bitch. You’re worthless.”

“No!” She interrupted with such anger in her voice that it rattled the walls. Her hands were clenched in fists, her chest heaving. He was about to intervene when she spoke again. “Can someone please gag this fucker? I don’t want to listen to his voice.”

All the men snickered as Kellan shoved something in his mouth and duct taped it shut. All they could hear now were his muffled pleas.

“That’s better. Thank you, Kellan.” She smiled and then turned back to face Callum. “Let me make something perfectly clear to you. After today, no one will ever think of your pathetic name again. No one will miss you. No one will even come looking for you. You are a piece of shit and a waste of perfectly good oxygen. You are the scum of the earth who got off on hurting women and children, and for that, I hope you rot in hell. You took away everything from me. You took away my light and my hope. You took away my joy and you took away my baby. I will never forgive you for what you did to me, but I will also never think of you again. I hope your last memories are of knowing that I am the wife of the Irish Don. I am the Queen. I am with the person you only wished you could have been. You are straight trash, and I hope you rot in hell.”

And with that, she was done. She turned with her head held high and left the room. Eamon watched her walk down the hall toward the stairs. She took slow, measured steps, her heels clacking on the cement floor. She was everything he ever dreamed of, and he couldn’t wait to make her his.

“Keep him alive, but have fun. I have more important things to deal with than this piece of shit.” With that, he went after the most important person in his world.

Entering his room, he found her face down on the mattress, sobbing. He gathered her up in his arms and sat with his back against the bed. He rocked her, shushing her, telling her how proud he was of her. He said little; he didn’t need to say much. He needed to just let her feel. He needed this moment to be whatever it was going to be for her. He held her for what seemed like hours while she cried her heart out. He knew she was grieving. There were things that were said down there he didn’t know about, and would ask about later, but for now, he just needed to be here, reminding her what a good, brave girl she was.

As her cries turned to sniffles, she looked up at him. “I love you, Daddy. That was really hard, but thank you for letting me do that. It felt good.”

“I would do anything for you, Daphne Erin soon-to-be O’Brien. Anything. You are mine. That means you are mine to take care of. To love. To protect. To punish when you’re naughty.”

“I’m never naughty, Daddy,” she interrupted him. Her cheeky grin made him laugh.

“Uh-huh. We’ll see about that.” He winked at her watery giggle. “What do you need? If it is within my power to give it to you, I will.”

“I need you. I need you so bad I can hardly breathe. Please, Daddy, take all my memories of him away from my brain. Claim me.” His cock thickened at her words. He had been rock hard watching her in the basement, and now it was even worse.

“Are you sure? We have all the time in the world, Little Panda. We can wait if you want to.”

“If you don’t fuck me into oblivion right now, I might die.”

“Such naughty language.” He growled as he pushed her into the mattress, his large body hovering over her. “My Little girl won’t be allowed to curse you, you know?” He nipped at her shoulder, kissing her sensitive neck, sliding his hand down her breast and pinching her nipple. She arched, and he swallowed her scream, kissing her mouth.

“I’m n-not your Little girl right now. Just fuck me. Please, Daddy, please!” She was moaning and grinding her clit on his thigh. She was going to hump his leg to orgasm if he didn’t get control of the situation. He wanted to swallow her first orgasm. He couldn’t let her get herself off. Moving his thigh, she whined at the loss of pressure. He moved down her body, moving her shirt to expose her soft tummy. He kissed her belly. “I love everything about you, Daphne. I love your strength and your softness, and I need them both. I need you.”

He unbuttoned her pants, slowly pulling them down her sinful hips and thick thighs. She moaned as he inhaled her scent. “Fuck, you smell like heaven.”

“Daddy, stop torturing me! I need you inside me.” She writhed under his expert hands. He finished stripping her naked and just took her in. God, she was so fucking gorgeous. His cock was throbbing with need, his mouth watering at her intoxicating beauty.

“Patience, Little Panda, patience.”

“I wasn’t born with that, Daddy. I need you to fuck me already.” She sounded near tears. Having some amount of mercy on her, he bent down, spread her wide, and licked from her asshole all the way to her clit. She nearly came off the bed, moaning, rocking her head from side to side. He latched on to her clit, sucking and licking.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven. Are you going to show me what a good girl you are and come for me while I lick your swollen clit?” He drove two fingers into her warm, wet pussy.

“Yessss!” she screamed. He fingerfucked her while sucking her clit. He could feel her getting close.

“Come for me, babygirl, come for me now,” he growled against her pussy, the command sending her over the edge, and she fell apart. Her pussy clenched tight around his fingers. God damn, she was so tight. He couldn’t wait to be inside her.

Before her breathing even settled, he reached over to grab a condom. She stopped him. “No. No condom. I have an IUD and I’ve been tested since I was with fuckwit.”

“I’m clean, too.” He kissed her, the evidence of her arousal still on his lips. She groaned, and he felt her hips thrust forward, seeking him out. Lining his cock up, he thrust forward in one move, swallowing the sound as she screamed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m not gonna last, you are so tight and warm. You are strangling my cock to death.”

He moved at an agonizingly slow pace to begin with, wanting her to get used to the stretch first. Picking up the pace, he fucked her hard. Her legs came up and around his waist, holding on tight. She met him thrust for thrust, taking every inch of him. Reaching down, he rubbed her sensitive clit, and her breath hitched as her hips thrust forward even more.

“Daddy, I need to come. Please let me come,” she moaned.

“Come for Daddy, let me watch you fall apart.” She shattered and screamed her release as her pussy clamped down around him. He yelled out his own orgasm as he filled her with his cum. He was in love with this woman and would do anything for her.