Deception (Mafia Daddies #3)

Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

Rocco

I throw in some sliced peppers and another dash of soy sauce, and the moment she enters the kitchen, I’m aware. Call it a sixth sense, if you will, but I feel her in my bones, and my body relaxes at her closeness.

“How did you know I liked stir fry?” she quizzes from the doorway, looking like a little siren in my T-shirt. It makes me want to beat my fists on my chest like a neanderthal and shout she’s mine and I’ll kill anyone who dares to look at her.

“It’s your refrigerator.” I point toward it. “Figured you liked what’s in there.” My lip quirks up. “Besides, I know more about you than you think.” I stir the vegetables as her gaze roams over me. I’m muscled, tattooed, young, and hot as fuck in that bad boy way women love, so I’m confident in my body, especially while knowing I’m the opposite of her ex and how wet her pussy gets for me.

Hallie took a walk on the wild side, and now she’s so addicted she can barely walk. I smirk at my analogy.

“Like what?”

I turn the heat down and give the vegetables another stir. Striding toward her, I lift her up by her hips, causing her to squeal until I drop her ass on the counter and step between her legs. Then I lift my T-shirt up to her neck. “Like how you come so easily when I play with your nipples.” I suck one into my mouth, and her fingers thread through my hair, holding me in place while her spine arches as I gently lick over the tip, loving the way it peaks. I palm her tits, pushing them together. My cock hardens at the heavy weight in my hands, and I want to roar with possession at the sensation.

“Oh god.”

I stop sucking and glance up at her in warning, and she gazes down at me, stealing my breath, but I refuse to back down. She needs to learn what I want from her and obey.

It’s adorable when heat colors her face while I wait for her compliance. “Please, Daddy. Lick my nipple.”

My hips buck involuntarily. “Fuck,” I pant as I go back to licking over the hardened bud.

“More. I want you to suck it too.”

Fucking Jesus, yes. That’s what I’m talking about.

Her ass shifts forward when I wrap my lips around her nipple and gently suck.

“This okay? Or do you want harder?” My cock leaks against my jeans.

“Just like that.” She likes my tenderness against her nipple, a contrast to my usual brutish self, and I like it too.

She bucks again. “Fuck. Can you orgasm like this?” I watch her from beneath my hooded eyes the lust in my own mirroring hers.

“I-I don’t know, I think so.”

Knowing she’s never orgasmed from nipple stimulation is like an aphrodisiac, and the way her nails claw at my scalp, giving away her need, has me eager to please her.

“I’mmm…” She throws her head back, and I stare up at her as she unravels in my arms from the use of my tongue against her tits.

“Fuck,” I breathe out as my cock spits pre-cum, eager to get in on the action.

My phone rings, and I grumble at knowing my absence is no longer going unnoticed.

Hallie stills above me while I reluctantly release her nipple and step away from her, hating the loss of her touch.

Picking up my phone, I bring it to my ear. “Where the fuck have you been?”

I drag a hand through my hair at the sound of my brother’s furious voice.

“You know what, don’t fucking answer that. I know exactly where you fucking are. Where you are every damn night.”

I tug on my hair, feeling myself spiral, and walk toward the back door while watching Hallie in the reflection of the window move over toward the stove. “It’ll serve you well to remember that,” he snaps.

A red haze comes over me at my brother’s insinuation. “Don’t fucking threaten me, Rafael,” I grit out through clenched teeth, my tone just as low and deadly.

He huffs, undeterred by my threat.

“Get your ass back home. I expect you there in fifteen minutes, otherwise I’ll inform Papa of your little deception,” he spits out with spite, and my spine snaps straight.

“Fuck you.” I end the call, but we both know I will be there; I’ve no choice. Not yet anyway.

“Is everything okay?”

Her sweet voice wraps around me, and as I turn to face her, my heart seizes. Fuck me, she’s so damn beautiful.

So fucking beautiful it hurts. I rub at the pain in my chest as I take in her small stature and wild red curls. The way she nibbles on her bottom lip as she waits for me to answer has me itching to tug it into my mouth.

“I need to go,” I state, unable to say home, not when my home is with her. It has been for the last two years, however unaware she’s been.

Her shoulders droop, and she stares down at her bare feet, and I hate the disappointment that’s washed over her. Stepping forward, I lift her chin with my finger, forcing her to face me. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

“Rocco, we can’t—”

I silence her with my finger to her lips. “Shhh.”

She shakes her head, but I remain steadfast.

“We are.”

“If I get found out.” Fear swims in her eyes, and I hate it. The thought has me going over my plan in my mind. I need to speed things up, and that starts with ensuring she’s mine and getting rid of this charade of a wedding my father believes will happen.

“We won’t get found out, and you wouldn’t take the fall for it even if we did.”

Her eyes search my face. “What does that even mean?”

“It means I’d take the blame in whatever shape or form I’d need to, Little Red.”

Her lips part on a gasp, and I slide my finger into her mouth.

“I’ll always protect you as long as you remain mine.” I gift her forehead with a kiss, then pull back, hating the way my cock weeps without satisfaction only she can bring.

“I’ll go grab my boots and backpack, then head out.”

“Okay,” she whispers as I head toward the door leading to the stairs.

“And Hallie?”

“Mmm?”

“Wear something sexy to class.” I wink, causing a blush to break out over her freckled cheeks.