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Straddling him, she slowly lowered herself onto his hard length. When she was fully seated, she closed her eyes and rocked her hips forward.
“What are you doing,piccolina?”
She opened her eyes to find him smiling up at her. “Taking advantage of you,” she told him with a smug smile of her own.
“Is that so?” His hands slid up her thighs, over her stomach, and finally up to cup her breasts.
“Mmmm. Yes. Is that a problem, Daddy?”
A shock of pain arrowed through her as he caught each nipple between his fingers and squeezed. “As long as you remember your place.”
“And if I don’t?”
He let a hand fall to her bottom and squeezed, reminding her of the caning he’d given her the night before. “I believe I know how to remind you,si?”
“Meanie,” she accused, breathless from the waves of pain and pleasure he was inflicting on her.
“Yes. Now, ride me properly before I decide you need a lesson with my strap.”
Part of her wanted to push him to see if he would follow through with his threat, but her body was demanding release, so she did as she was told and rode until they came together and she slumped over him, boneless.
Shifting her so she was snuggled up against his side once more, he brushed a kiss over her hair. “Good morning,amore mio.”
“Morning.”
“Father Russo should be here by nine. I have some business to take care of, but I’ll meet you downstairs when he arrives. I would prefer for you to stay in your room until then.”
Father Russo. Their wedding. If it could be called such, when there wasn’t going to be a ceremony or a beautiful white dress or Uncle Gio walking her down the aisle with tears of happiness in his eyes.
Sniffling back her own tears, she pressed her face to his chest.
“Amara? What is it, sweetheart?”
“Nothing.” Fixing a smile on her face, she lifted her head. “Just happy tears.”
The hardening of his eyes was the only warning she had before he rolled out of bed and scooped her up. He carried her to the bathroom, where he sat her on the counter of the vanity and caged her in with his arms.
“What happens to little girls who lie, Amara?” he asked, his mouth set in grim lines.
Heat rising to her cheeks, she squirmed and looked down. “They get soap,” she answered quietly.
“Do you want to start your morning off with soap in your mouth?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Then I suggest you answer my question honestly. What is wrong,piccolina?”
Blinking back tears, she shrugged. “This just isn’t how I imagined my wedding day.”
“Oh, baby. I’m sorry. I know this isn’t ideal.” He cupped her face and brushed away her tears with her thumbs. “If it could wait, I would give you the wedding you deserve. Perhaps once this mess is taken care of, we can have a proper honeymoon, at least.”
The mess being Uncle Gio and his new ‘business.’ A business she was, however unwittingly, responsible for helping him build. Guilt sat in her stomach like a rock.
“So serious,amore mio. Let me see if I can’t cheer you up before I have to go to work.”
Two more mind-blowing orgasms in the shower left her exhausted and drained, but the guilt of what she’d done and her unspoken confessions still ate at her.
“Daddy, gotta tell you sumthin’,” she mumbled sleepily when Emilio finally carried her back to the bedroom.
