“Clean up daddy’s cum, sweet girl,” he murmurs softly.
When I’m done, he kneels next to me and pulls me into his arms. As he sits back on the floor, I melt into his chest, too weak, too high to speak.
With his thumb, he rubs his cum into my forehead, my cheeks, my lips, and I look up at him in a daze when he pushes his thumb into my mouth.
He chuckles. “Is that a punishment you’d like to do again, sweet girl?”
I just smile.
51
Tommy
Giovanna flexes her fingers as she wakes, shaking out her hand while my phone buzzes on the nightstand. I pull her into my side, flicking my gaze at her before grabbing my phone.
“You okay?”
“Hitting the fuck out of someone’s face hurts more than you think it will,” she muses, rubbing her knuckles.
I can’t help but smirk. “That’s true.”
My screen lights up as a relentless flood of messages come pouring in, one after the other. I just wanted one quiet morning with Gi. No calls. No chaos. Just my cock in her ass as she’s screaming my name. But except for the ones guarding Giovanna in the holding cell downstairs, my men are out hunting Antonio, Vin’s tracking Aurelio, and Matti’s head of security is mobilizing every guard we have. Nothing about that spells peace.
Gi snuggles into me and taps my jaw lightly. “Hey, I have a bone to pick with you.”
I glance at her. “Do you?”
She tugs her tank top down, revealing her cleavage, and I drop the phone onto the sheets. “You have my full attention.”
“You were supposed to scar me with the lightning bolt, Tommy,” she says, pointing at her scar-free chest. “You didn’t. It healed so you can’t even see it. You know that’s not what I wanted, and I know you did that on purpose.”
I sigh. “It didn’t seem like a good idea, Gi. Something tied to your kidnapping, something you’d see every time you looked in the mirror? I just wanted you to be sure, baby.”
“Stop making decisions for me,” she snaps, eyes flashing. “You’re going to fix this. Tommy! Are you even listening?”
I barely hear her. My phone keeps buzzing, and I scan my messages, frowning.
“Hey,” she says again, voice softening. “You okay?”
“My phone is blowing up,” I mutter, scrolling. “Vin wants to meet. Matti’s checking in. My security detail says that Lorenzo is trying to get in, but he’s wasted. He can fuck off until he sobers up.”
Her brow creases. “My dad?”
I nod, my jaw tight. “And of course, nobody’s giving me the one thing I actually need.”
“Which is?” she asks, tracing the contours of my abs with her fingertips. Fucking love it when she does that. My cock twitches in response.
“Antonio’s fucking location.” I grit out the words.
Giovanna is thoughtful as I text everyone to fuck off unless it’s an emergency.
“He may not be the one,” she says.
“But if he was supplying ‘samples,’” I bite the word out bitterly, “he had to know why. And for that, he is a fucking dead man.”
She’s quiet for a moment, her fingers light on my skin. “Una lies about everything, though, and Antonio doesn’t. He just keeps shit from me until I find out enough to ask about it.”
I grind my teeth. “So you trust him? Is that what you’re saying?”
