Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“Take what Santa brings you. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.”
I’m balls deep in my granddaughter as she drags her nails down my back.
I loved her before. My obsession was deep. My possessive protection of her already borders on insanity.
But now?
Fucking now?
I will encase her in this ice castle forever. If she were to leave me, I would cease to exist.
Her body softens under me, legs quaking on my shoulders as I ease them down. Both of us panting like motherfuckers, but I’m so fucking happy.
“Take what I’m giving you and always say thank you,” I whisper kiss into her ear.
“Thank you, Santa.” She hisses, her eyes unseeing, arms dropping by her shoulders as I gather her into mine, still mounted on my cock as I lean back onto my heels.
“Just hold on. I’ll do all the work this time. Papa needs more.”
I hold her against me, riffling her body up and down like a blow-up doll until I blow again within ten strokes, her soft moans filling the library as I deliver my very soul into her body.
“You’re mine forever,” I growl as something clutches inside me, wrapping my heart in its claws.
Her sweet sighs against my neck only make my obsession deepen.
How can I do this and give her the life she deserves?
That question will have to wait. All I know right now is I’ll never let her go.
My granddaughter is mine. Forever.
CHAPTER 7
Gennero
I couldn’t give a shit about this party.
Normally, it’s something I look forward to. A way to mix with people I used to know back home. A chance to learn about who’s muscling in on whose territory and how I might profit from their arguments.
Instead, all I can think about is her.
She’s right there, almost within touching distance, wearing jeans and a baggy t-shirt, thank fuck, while she mixes with the crowd, talking to people she hasn’t seen for a year and others she’s meeting for the first time.
Carina and Lucy are used to this. Being charming. So am I, usually, but today I want to tell them all to fuck off home so I can fuck my granddaughter until she’s boneless and covered with me.
Step-granddaughter. Like that makes it okay.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Don Sabato.”
I whip around with a growl at the interruption, and Don Pugliesi—The Don as everyone likes to call him—grins at me, wearing his black suit with a black silk shirt open at the collar. Dark hair slicked back, a thick gold chain with a diamond encrusted crucifix around his neck.
“Getting jumpy, old friend?”
“You’re older than me,” I point out, and he lets out a deep, throaty laugh.
“A term of endearment, nothing more. This is an exceptional party, I came to congratulate my gracious host on another stellar year.”
He sticks out a hand and I gather my senses, shaking it and trying to push thoughts of Carina away, knowing that’s impossible. But the moment she’s out of my sight, I’m focused on finding her again. I need to know where she is. I need to know she’s safe. I need—
“I have brought Sully with me. My youngest. You know him?”
I shake my head.
“Let me bring him over.” He raises a hand toward a man I don’t recognize standing next to Lucy at the bar, but I can’t focus on anything but where Carina might be.
“Not now. Excuse me.”
I turn and walk away, plowing through the crowd where she was the last time I saw her. I push guests out of the way, not caring who they are or what they think of me. I notice Lucy talking now with Sully. I see him grin and laugh, putting a hand on her shoulder, and normally I’d be furious. Normally, I’d storm over there and break his fingers.
But I’m not myself right now. If Lucy isn’t happy about it, she’s more than capable of delivering a gut shot or a knee to the nuts.
“Carina?” I shout over the crowd.
Then she’s there. Smiling at me. Walking toward me with her arms outstretched.
And my blood pressure starts to return to normal.
“Hi, Papa.” Her eyes sparkle as she grins, and I want to tell her how much she means to me, but all I can manage is a grunt. “Have you seen Lucy? It’s time for us to go get ready.”
“I don’t want you out of my sight,” I say, my balls ready for another round.
She laughs. “Honestly, I’d rather you were there, Alik has been a bear this week. So…”
“So?”
“Have you seen Lucy?”
I shake my head, but my words don’t fit the action. “She’s over there.” I point without looking.
“Are you okay, Papa?”
“No,” I tell her, and it’s the truth. I want it over with so I can get her out of here where any fucking swinging dick could look at her. “Go practice. I want to see my baby on stage. But, you dance for me, understand? I don’t give a fuck there are a hundred other people here. You think of me.”