Ruthless Daddy by Bianca Cole
Fabio
Istare at my daughter’s friend, wondering how on earth she got in here. A muscle in my jaw ticks, as it’s almost impossible not to notice her perfect, curvy figure. Gia is all grown up now.
The last time I saw Gia she was only eleven years old. Aida stopped bringing her friends here after her mother died. I know deep down that Aida always blamed me for her death, since my enemy killed her in the crossfire of a war I’d been fighting.
“What are you doing here?” I ask again.
Gia swallows hard. “I’m here for answers,” she says, setting her hands on her hips to look confident.
The movement draws my attention to her curvy body again. It’s impossible not to notice her tempting, full cleavage in the tight black dress she is wearing. Her hips are round and perfect for grabbing.
I swallow hard, realizing how wrong it is to think about her like that. She’s twenty-one years old, and it’s clear from the glassy look in her chestnut eyes that she’s drunk. I’m knocking on fifty years old in just over three months.
Nothing could ever happen between us. Not to mention, Aida already hates me enough for sending her to Milo. “Answers to what?” I ask, indulging her for a moment. The girl has some guts to break into my home and demand answers to anything.
She sighs heavily. “Why the fuck you sold your daughter to some cruel mafia don all the way in Boston?”
Her question snaps me out of the lust filled daze she had drawn me into. “It’s none of your business.” I stalk toward her, forcing her to take steps backward until she’s pressed against the wall. “What right do you have to break into my home and demand answers from me?”
There’s only a few feet between us now, and I can smell her sweet strawberry scent. It fuels the desire blazing inside of me—desire that I haven’t felt in a very long time. Ten years it’s been since my wife was taken so cruelly from me. Lianna was the love of my life, and her death changed me. Since then, I’ve not wanted a woman the way I want my daughter’s friend.
“Answer me,” I order.
She jumps at the tone of my voice. “I—I miss her so much…” She shakes her head. “I want to know why you would send away your only daughter like that.” Gia looks up into my eyes and there’s a sadness in them—a sadness I want to soothe but know that I can’t.
“Gia, I had no choice and we will have to leave it at that.” I can hardly believe the softness of my voice.
The column of her throat bobs as she stares into my eyes. I’m surprised when I see what looks like desire in the depths of hers. “Okay, I guess I’d better be going…” she says awkwardly, still not breaking our lingering eye contact.
A brief silence lingers between us, filled with tension. “Would you like a drink?” I ask.
Gia’s cheeks flush, and she finally breaks the gaze. “Oh, I don’t know…” She looks down at the floor. “Siena reckons I have already had too much to drink.”
I can’t help but smile at her endearing bashfulness. “Were you out celebrating a special occasion?”
Her eyes meet mine again, and she nods. “My birthday.”
I clench my fist, resisting the urge to confirm her age. It doesn’t really make my questionable desires any better whether she’s twenty-one or twenty-two. She’s too fucking young. “I insist. You must have a drink with me to celebrate.”
Gia smiles at me and it’s such a beautiful smile. “Okay, thanks, Mr. Alteri.”
I almost wince at her calling me that. “Call me Fabio, you’re an adult now.”
She nods, cheeks reddening more. “Sorry, Fabio,” she says, her voice quiet. I can’t understand why hearing her say my name drives me crazy. I shouldn’t have asked her to have a drink with me.
“Follow me,” I say, leading her out of my study and toward the open-plan kitchen and living room.
Gia follows quietly, and when I turn around she is standing awkwardly in the center of the room.
“Take a seat.” I gesture toward the sofa.
I can’t help but watch as her hips sway temptingly with each step she takes. It’s as if everything about her is made to draw me in to take a bite. I grind my teeth, focusing my attention on getting her a drink. “What is your poison?”
Gia licks her bottom lip out of nerves, but it adds fuel to the fire that is blazing inside of me. My cock is harder than a rock in my tight boxer briefs, making it almost impossible to think of anything but pushing her against the wall and making her mine.
“Do you have any Chardonnay?” she asks.
I nod. “I’m sure I can find you some.” I walk into the kitchen area and open the wine fridge, selecting the most expensive chardonnay I have. “Will this do?” I ask, holding it up for her to see.
Her eyes widen. “That’s expensive. Don’t you have a cheaper—”
I wave my hand dismissively. “It’s nothing.” I open the bottle and grab two glasses. “I’ll share it with you.”
She smiles again, and I feel that desire building. It’s been too long since I’ve felt like this. I have had many brief flings with women since my late wife’s death, but they were nothing more than a way to take out my frustrations. The desire I feel now was always lacking.
I pour us each a glass of wine and pass hers to her. Our fingers touch as I pass the glass and it feels like a shock of electricity snaps through my body. I know she feels it too as her eyes widen and lips purse together.
My cock is still hard as she discreetly clenches her thighs. I know Gia wouldn’t be able to handle the shit I’m into and that’s not even mentioning how wrong it would be for us to cross that line.
“Thank you,” Gia says, trying to diffuse the sexual tension in the air.
I sit next to her, watching as she takes a long sip from her glass. Gia is mesmerizing. “How is it?” I ask.
Her eyes move to meet mine and her cheeks turn red again. “It’s great.” She glances at my glass. “Why don’t you try it?”
I’m too busy staring at her, but I don’t tell her that. “That would be a good idea, but I wanted to get your opinion.” I grab my glass and take a sip. “It’s good, but I prefer whiskey.”
Gia’s nose crinkles. “I’m not a fan of whiskey.”
I laugh. “Few women are.”
She looks irritated by my comment. “That’s a sexist remark.”
I don’t respond, as I did not intend it to be sexist. It’s the truth. Most of the women I’ve met don’t like whiskey. “How did you get into my home and past the guards?” I ask, intrigued that she could outsmart them.
She shakes her head. “I didn’t need to get past the guards.” There’s a hesitation before she carries on. “I guess it doesn’t matter now Aida isn’t here. She has a secret escape from the basement to the beach.”
My eyes widen. “A breach in the security of my home?” I ask, feeling frustrated that Aida would have kept it from me considering the danger that surrounds our family.
Gia shrugs. “Yes, but Aida used it to sneak out now and then when she wanted to go to a party without Aldo trailing behind.”
Aida always was resourceful, and it’s a credit to her she didn’t get caught. The mention of my daughter only irritates me. Ever since I broke her heart and forced her into Milo’s arms, I try not to think about her.
“I can show you where I got in if you want to block it up?” Gia suggests.
I wave my hand. “No, don’t worry. I’ll get my men to find it in the morning.” Our eyes meet again and it feels like my entire body is on fire.
There’s no way I’m imagining it. Gia wants me as much as I want her. I can see it in her stunning chestnut eyes. “What do you do for a living?” I ask, trying to break the tension between us.
She knocks back the rest of her first glass of wine. “I opened a little flower shop in the center of Palermo.” Gia smiles. “I’ve always loved flowers and working with them every day is a dream.”
I admire Gia for following her dreams and opening her own business. It takes guts to do something like that, not knowing if it will work out. “Are you doing well with it?”
She nods. “Yes, I’m booked solid and have had to employ two flower arrangers to help me.”
I grab the bottle of wine and go to fill up her glass, but she stops me. “I’d best be going,” Gia glances at her watch. “It’s two o’clock in the morning.” She sets the glass down on the table and stands.
“Are you sure you can’t stay to finish this bottle off?” I ask, knowing I don’t really want to drink it.
Gia shakes her head. “No, but thank you for the drink.”
I set the bottle down on the table and stand. The unbelievable desire to act on my perverse fantasy with this girl is difficult to ignore. I grab hold of Gia’s hand. “You don’t have to rush off, tesorina,” I murmur, using the term little treasure in Italian. It’s what a man would normally call his girlfriend, but it just feels right calling her that.
She pulls her hand away. “I need to get back or Siena will wonder why I’ve been so long.”
My brow furrows. “You live with Siena?” I ask, remembering the other little girl that my daughter used to have over to the house.
Gia nods. “Yes, ever since my mother died four years ago from cancer.”
I didn’t know her mother had died, but I’ve been out of the loop of general Sicilian society for a long while. Her mother was a well-known seamstress and owned a shop in Palermo, too. “I’m very sorry to hear that.” Her worthless father abandoned Gia and her mother when she was only three years old. To have lost her mother so early in life must have been hard.
A tension falls between us as we are silent.
“Let me walk you out,” I say, placing a hand on the small of her back.
She tenses at my touch, turning even redder in the face. Once we get to the front door, she moves away and spins to face me. “Sorry that I stormed in here asking for questions,” she blurts out.
“Don’t be.” I step closer to her and set my hands on her hips possessively. “I enjoyed meeting you all grown up, tesorina.”
Our eyes lock, and the desire that mounts between us is palpable. It’s as if it draws all the oxygen from the air, as Gia starts to breathe heavily. Her chest rising and falling in quick movements. All I can think about is having her naked and writhing beneath me. I clench my jaw and let go of her hips, knowing how wrong it is to want her.
She takes a step away from me. “It was nice to speak with you, Mr. Alteri.” She puts her hand out to me.
I shake my head. “I told you to call me Fabio, Gia,” I say, grabbing hold of her hand and pulling her closer to me again. “Did you forget?”
She licks her bottom lip, which draws all my attention to her lips. “No, sorry, Fabio.” She stares up at me with lustful eyes, and it breaks all my control.
“Fuck it,” I growl, wrapping my arms around her waist and lifting her against the front door. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since you broke into my home, naughty girl,” I say, before pressing my lips to hers.
Gia instinctively wraps her arms around my neck and her thighs around my waist. Her mouth parts eagerly as my tongue delves inside, searching it with frantic need. I feel my cock leak into my boxer briefs as she moans into my mouth. The clawing need to be inside of her only increases.
I set her back down on the ground and spin her around. My body remains tight against her as I let her feel the hard press of my cock against her ass. “I want you, tesorina,” I murmur into her ear, teasing it with my teeth. “Can you feel how much I want you?”
Gia visibly shivers, arching her back. “Yes, I can feel it,” she whispers.
I run my hands down her hips, making her tense. “Do you want it, naughty girl?” I ask, gently moving my hand under the skirt of her dress and teasing my fingers over her inner thighs.
She shudders. “I-I don’t… We shouldn’t—”
I spin her back to face me and kiss her lips again. “I always get what I want.” I hold her against the wall and move my finger between her thighs.
Gia looks torn between giving in to temptation and doing what is right. The right thing would be to stop this before it goes too far. I’m not one who often does the right thing, though.
I feel the lace of her panties and slide a finger through them. The fabric is wet, meaning she’s wet for me. I groan and slide my finger through her soaking wet lips. “So wet for me, Gia.”
She moans softly as I slide a finger into her perfect pussy. “This is wrong,” she says, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
I kiss her neck. “Why does it feel so right then?”
She moans as I move my finger in and out of her, groaning at the thought of her perfect, tight pussy wrapped around my cock. Her eyes fall shut as she leans her head against the door. I wrap my fingers around her throat and squeeze. “Be a good girl and let me look into your eyes,” I order.
Her eyes open and it feels like she sets me on fire with her lust filled gaze. I capture her lips, continuing to thrust my finger in and out of her perfect pussy. I hold her gaze and move my finger to her clit.
She moans softly as I tease her. “That feels so good.”
I bite her shoulder softly, continuing to push her toward her climax. “Ci spogliamo,” I murmur into her ear, saying let’s get naked in Italian.
It seems my suggestion snaps her to her senses. “No.” She places a hand on my chest and pushes me away forcefully. “We shouldn’t have done this. I’ve got to go.” She reaches for the door handle before I can stop her.
I watch as she flees my home, leaving me sexually frustrated. I slide my finger into my mouth and taste her juice. “Amo il tuo sapore.” I murmur the words as I watch her rush away—words that I would have said to her.
I love how you taste.
My cock is harder than a rock in my pants. I shut the door of my home and lean my back against it, unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out. I groan as I pump my fist up and down, thinking about the beauty that just escaped me. The last time I was so wound up I had to take matters into my own hands I was a young man and had recently met my first wife.
I think about all the filthy things I wanted to do to the young beauty that just left. My cock throbs as I bring myself closer and closer to climax.
The image of her panting and writhing beneath me, tied to my bed as I fuck her roughly, is enough to bring me to the cliff edge faster than ever.
I roar as I come undone, shooting cum onto the travertine floor of my villa. The mess doesn’t bother me. I’m lost to my urges like a primal beast.
Gia drives me as crazy as my late wife once did. I never thought I’d find that desire again. In fact, I thought those urges had died along with her.
It’s a dangerous game. Gia is my daughter’s best friend—a daughter that hates me enough already after what I did to her. We may have crossed a line tonight, but no one ever needs to know. It’s best we keep far away from each other and try to forget about it.
I can’t understand why a niggling voice in my mind tells me it’s impossible to stay away. The voice tells me that Gia is mine already.
