I promised my father I would watch out for my younger brother, and I have. But I never promised to make sure he always gets what he wants.
I won’t kill him, but right now I have an opportunity to twist the knife, and since my exile, alliances mean nothing to me. I’ve been put out to pasture, yes, but also my safety is secured as long as I stay put. I never told anyone it was with my father's last breath that he ordered the hit on the Corniglia family that shot him.
His reputation was more important than my life.
Before Larissa can speak, I move. I sweep her tiny body up and under my arm in a single stride, lifting her from the sand as she struggles, calling for help that will not come.
“You think screaming will do you any good here?” I ask furiously as I carry her across the beach to where my cabana stands silently watching the waves. “Nobody here would dare defy me. Nobody will take you from me. Nobody will stop what is about to happen.”
“I want to leave!” she screams, and those four words shred my heart. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m not some little child to be molded and formed into some Stepford daughter.”
She kicks and twists, little feet pattering ineffectively against my shins as she struggles. Her head flinging back and forth, snapping her teeth like a wild animal trying to bite me.
God, she’s a work of art. Small and subtle and broken one minute, then like a cornered rabid dog the next.
My cabana is an open-fronted structure of slatted wood and thatch, but inside is a daybed covered in soft cushions. I throw her down, shoving myself between her legs. She can fight, but she won’t win.
“Let me go!” She wails and grunts like a petulant child.
I shake my head. “I told you there would be consequences. You made your choice.”
I take hold of the hem of her dress and flip it upward. She tries to push it back down, but I’m stronger than this little girl will ever be.
“What are you doing?”
“You wanted to know what would happen if you crossed the line, Larissa.”
“I thought—”
Her voice turns to a screech as I pull the dress up over her head, her body exposed. The stretched out and damp panties cover her beautiful little cunt, and I draw in a breath as I watch the dark patch between her legs shifting as she struggles back and forth.
I’ve never done this with any of my girls before. I’ve never brought them to the cabana, never stripped them or thought about what I’m about to do next. They’ve learned to obey, and they’ve been shipped off back to families that care less about them than they do about the alliances they’ll forge.
“When I give you a rule, Larissa, you will obey.”
“Okay!”She writhes under my weight. “Lesson learned. Can I go now?”
“No.”
I push her thighs aside and take in the sight of those little wet panties. I inhale deeply as Larissa twists and tries to get away.
And then I dive in.
I don’t even bother to remove her underwear. I pull them to the side and lick my lips as I take in the sight of her. “Protest all you like, Larissa, your pussy says this is going to be more of a pleasure than a punishment.”
She groans and mumbles, but the mewl as my lips connect with her flesh will live with me forever.
I glide my tongue up through her slit, and her body arches.
“Oh, God...” she mumbles, her cunt pressing against my face, my nose resting against her where her scent is a constant aid to the perverse lust that’s beating a drum inside me. “Please... Please...”
“Please, what?” I ask, pulling away for a moment, gliding my index finger into her tight little hole.
“Please, Daddy—”
I shove my finger deeper, and hear her breath catch as her hands go to her tits. “Good girl, but what are you asking for? Use your words.”
“Please, I want… I want more...your mouth! I want your mouth on me. Down there.”
