Deception (Mafia Daddies #3)

Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

Hallie

M y fuzzy head takes a moment to come around to the warmth wrapped around my body. Strong arms hold me in place, and somehow, I remain calm as I register just what the hell is happening.

Then a rush of panic hits me as his familiar scent invades my senses, leaving me breathless and aroused.

What the hell is he doing here?

Holy shit, his cock is inside me.

When the hell did this happen?

“Good morning, Hal.” His smooth voice has my gaze snapping up toward his as shock lances through me.

“What the hell are you doing?” I attempt to push up from him, but his arms tighten around me, and he chuckles. “Rocco!”

My body betrays me, my core clenching at his controlling behavior.

“Relax.” He grins, forcing my mouth to drop open.

Relax?

“It’s okay, Little Red.”

“O-okay?” I splutter.

“Hm.” He strokes my hair, and my body melts under his touch, but I won’t allow this to continue. I use this moment to push off him, detaching his cock from me, and fall to the floor.

Rocco shoots up, and I scramble back when I realize I have his cum between my legs. I push aside the thrill of the thought and remain steadfast because this is wrong. So fucking wrong.

“Yo-you came inside me?”

His grin widens, and I can’t help but gaze over his naked form. Holy shit, his cock is standing to attention, thick veins running up the side and a pearl of pre-cum dripping from the tip. I squeeze my eyes shut, but snap them open just as quick when he slides to the edge of the bed, towering above me.

“I did.” He smirks. “I want to leave a lasting effect on you, and coming inside you is the only way to achieve it, Little Red.”

It takes a moment for his words to filter through. The fog of seeing him in his naked glory in my room with his tattoos and abs exposed and his cock jutting upright slows my response. “I-I don’t understand.” Not at all, but why does the thought heat me inside, and why does my pussy clench, begging for his fullness?

He chuckles. “Not yet, but you will.”

My eyes latch onto my panties on the floor, and I snap my gaze back to his. “We had sex?” I don’t know what I’m angrier at, the fact we had sex and he came inside me, or the fact I can’t quite remember, even though small snippets trickle in, mainly of him positioning my body and the softness of his lips sucking on my nipple with a contrasting tenderness to his usual wild form. My mouth waters at the thought.

“We did. You said you’re mine, and you begged me for it.”

My lips move to argue, but I did say I was his, then I remember begging him to stretch me while I was in and out of consciousness.

Holy shit. He’s right. I wanted him, and judging by the way my body reacts to his filthy words, I still do.

“You milked my cock dry, like a greedy little slut, Little Red.”

My eyes widen. What the hell did he just call me? A slut? However, my pussy seems to like it, because my core clenches and, as if sensing it, Rocco laughs. “You like me degrading you, don’t you? It’s what helped me fall obsessively in love with you.” My mouth falls open, then it drops farther when he jacks his cock in his fist. In love with me?

“Come over here and lick your sweet pussy juices from my cock, Little Red. Just like our first time together. Fuck, you’ve no idea how much I’ve dreamed about that.” He pumps faster. “I couldn’t fucking wait to have those lips wrapped around me again, sucking me dry.”

My body heats, and I will the floor to open up and swallow me. “Come on. Daddy wants to give you his cum.” He bucks, causing my nipples to pebble, and my mouth waters, but the gnawing feeling playing in the back of my mind won’t allow me to do as my body so eagerly craves.

He’s my student.

He’s eighteen.

He says he’s in love with me. This is madness, and worse, my body submits to him, craves him even.

“I-I can’t.”

His gray eyes drill into me with such power and darkness it makes my heart skip a beat. “You want me. I can feel it. You don’t have a choice, just like I don’t.” His eyes hold mine, and a sob catches in my throat because he’s right. I don’t have a choice; I want him, even though I shouldn’t.

My mind is at war with my body, but in Rocco’s proximity, I’ve never felt so alive. He has all the control, and I simply comply.

“Now, crawl over here and do as you’re fucking told. I already have to punish you for your insolence.” I remain frozen to the spot, utter shock leaving me unable to function. “Do you want the faculty knowing you fuck your students?” Tears fill my eyes, and I shake my head. “Now, crawl over here and do as you’re fucking told, Little Red. You’re pissing me off, and I want to come. But I need to punish you first.”

I jolt and narrow my eyes, causing him to chuckle maniacally. “What? You thought I’d let the fact you tried to wash me from you slide?” I shake my head, unable to find the words to argue with him. I never imagined he would be in my home, let alone waking up to his cock stuffed inside me. The fact he used me while I slept should make feel repulsed and violated, not turned on.

It’s some sort of midlife crisis, it has to be.

“Crawl,” he barks, then points toward his feet. “Be my good little slut and do as I ask, and I won’t make you suffer too long.” He raises his eyebrow, and I swallow back the fear of his threat and raise up on all fours, giving in to the dull ache to become submissive to him. “Good,” he croons as I move. His fist works faster, causing pre-cum to drip from the tip and slide down his tattooed fingers, and my body preens in delight at the way he reacts to me.

Stopping at his feet, I raise my eyes to meet his dark ones glaring down at me. The lust oozing from him penetrates the walls of anger I’ve built and fills the cavern with desire as every red flag he holds slips from my mind.

I’ve never crawled for a man in my entire life. I’ve never been spoken to in a sexual way like this either, but the possessiveness behind his words has me submitting.

“Now, lick my fingers clean.”

When I lean forward, his hand remains locked around his cock, and his knuckles whiten as I swipe my tongue over his digits. “Fuck,” he says through clenched teeth as he thrusts up. “Jesus, Hal.” As I obey, his tone is full of awe, and gone is the man who was threatening me only moments ago. One of his hands finds my hair, tangling in the curls to the point of pain while the other continues to jerk himself off. “Over the tip, watch me spill for you, and fucking clean it up,” he grits out, and the muscles on his neck protrude as I lick the swollen head.

His cock leaks, and I moan when I suck the tip into my mouth. Swiping the pre-cum from his slit has his abs contracting beneath me. “Fuck me, you can be a good girl, Hal.” Thrust. “You can be my good slut.” His cock hits the back of my mouth before he withdraws. “You can be a good girl for your daddy.” Thrust. My pussy becomes wet with need. “You can fucking obey when you need to.” Thrust. He wrenches my head back, and I gasp for air. He lifts his ass from the bed and jerks his cock with fervor above my face, causing shameless arousal to slip between my legs. Warm cum splashes my cheeks, lips, and chin, coating me in his pleasure. “Fuckkk,” he roars into the room while I sag against his restraint.

Chest heaving, he comes down from his orgasm, and his glazed eyes become focused, then his lips tip into a smirk.

“Now it’s time for your punishment.”