My mafia Daddy

8. THE FLIGHT II. ________________

XANDER POV

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La Cenacio Private Jet, JFK International Airport, New York 9:11 A.M.

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When she jumped at me in the bedroom of the jet I was a bit taken aback by her actions, but I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around her petite, curvy body. Even just for a moment. f***k. She was so responsive, melting into me like she was made for my arms, face buried in my chest, soft t.its with those perfect little n.ipples already hard and pressing against my stomach through her thin top. Her scent hit me like a drug… sweet cherries, warm skin, and that innocent, untouched sweetness that’s been driving me insane since the day I took her. I had to turn my hips slightly to the side so she wouldn’t feel how hard I was getting, my c***k throbbing painfully against my zipper. I was like a teenager who’s never touched a woman before.

This is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my entire f*****g life.

I could hug her forever. And believe me, I want to do so much more. I want to shove her down onto that black silk bed, rip those clothes off, spread her virgin thighs and bury my face between them until she’s sobbing my name and soaking my tongue. I want to suck on those stiff little n.ipples until they’re bruised and sensitive, then slide one thick finger back inside that impossibly tight c.unt and feel her clench around me while I whisper every filthy thing I’m going to do to her once she’s ready. I want to own her. Mark her. Keep her dripping desperate and mine, but I can’t and I won’t! So… I just hold her tighter, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other sliding up her back to cradle the nape of her neck like she’s something sacred. She’s crying quietly against me now, soft, shaky little sobs that wreck me in the best and worst ways. Without even realising what I am doing, I lower my head slowly, nose brushing the top of her hair before I bury it, inhaling long and deep like a man starving for air. Cherries. Sunshine. Her. The scent floods my lungs and goes straight to my c***k, making it jerk hard against my thigh. I press a slow, lingering kiss to the crown of her head, lips lingering, breathing her in again.

„You smell like a dream…” I whisper, voice low and rough, barely held together.

„Like cherry and sunshine and everything I don’t deserve… but I’m keeping you anyway, little one. You’re mine now. All mine.” The words slip out darker than I meant them to be, or not? Possessive. Obsessive. I feel her tremble against me, knees softening like they might give out, and it takes every ounce of control I have left not to drag her closer and grind my aching c***k against her stomach just to feel her react. I pull back just enough to look down at her. My thumb brushes under her eyes, wiping away the tears still falling. Gentle on the outside, but inside I’m a f.ucking animal… jaw clenched so tight it hurts, breathing uneven, c***k painfully throbbing in my boxers while I stare at her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips and the way her lashes are wet and clumped together.

I want to ruin that innocent little face. I want to watch those green eyes roll back while I finger-f**k her. I want to hear her call me Daddy while she comes so hard she forgets her own name.

My other hand slides down to her waist, fingers digging in just a little too hard, possessive, claiming. I lean in closer, forehead almost touching hers, my breath hot against her lips.

„F.uck, baby girl… You have no idea what I…” A sharp knock cuts through the air. I freeze. Emiliano.

„Capo, è tutto pronto, il pilota chiede a tutti di prendere posto per iniziare il volo.“ [Boss, everything is set and ready, the pilot is asking everybody to take their seats so we can begin the flight.] Rage and frustration slam into me so hard my grip on her waist tightens for half a second before I force it to relax. I don’t let her go. Not yet. I keep her pressed against me, one arm still locked around her like I can shield her from the entire world outside this room.

„Sì, saremo proprio lì con voi tutti, Emiliano.” [Yes, we will be right there with you all Emiliano.] I answered him so he would leave me here with my baby for a little longer and I just stared down at my sweet, innocent little girl. Her cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, still clinging to me like I’m the only safe thing in her universe and I feel the monster inside me roar louder than ever. She has no idea how close I am to breaking every rule I set for myself. She has no idea how badly I want to lock that door, lay her down on that silk bed, and spend the entire flight teaching her exactly what “mine” really means. Instead, I press one last kiss to her forehead, slow and reverent, then rest my chin on top of her head for a second longer, breathing her in like it’s the only thing keeping me sane.

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„Come on, baby girl.” I murmur against her hair, voice still rough.

„Time to take our seats.” Even as I say it, I don’t loosen my hold, because letting her go right now feels impossible and I’m already too far gone to pretend otherwise. She makes this tiny, broken little whine when I finally force myself to ease her back, just enough to separate our bodies. The sound hits me like a gut punch. Soft. Needy. Mine. It goes straight to my c***k. I’m like some desperate animal who’s never had p*****. before. f***k. So, I cup her face instead, thumbs brushing away the last of her tears, forcing my voice to stay gentle.

„Okay, baby girl, we have to go and take a seat. It’s going to be okay, don’t be afraid… I’m here with you.” Her lower lip trembles and those big green eyes look up at me like I’m the only thing keeping the world from swallowing her whole.

„O-okay D-Daddy…” The word Daddy in that soft, shaky voice nearly breaks me all over again, so I take her hand too tightly, too possessively, and lead her out of the bedroom. She follows without hesitation, fingers laced with mine like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go.

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The takeoff is smooth, but my baby is terrified. She sits pressed right up against me, one hand clutching mine like a lifeline, the other fisting the edge of her seat. Her lower lip is trapped between her teeth again, this nervous little habit makes my c***k twitch every single f.ucking time, but I just squeeze her hand tighter and murmur low in her ear,

„Breathe, little one. I’ve got you. Nothing’s going to happen while I’m right here.” She nods quickly, leaning into my side like my body is the only safe place left in the world.

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I keep my eyes on her, watching every tiny shift, every flutter of her lashes, every time she bites that lip again. I’m obsessed. Completely f.ucking gone. But… I’m not the only one watching and I'm more than aware of that. Emiliano’s eyes keep flicking to us from across the cabin. Not subtle. Not professional. Calculating. Like he’s still trying to figure out what the f***k is going on between the girl I just publicly claimed as my daughter in the car and me. Every time his gaze lingers too long on her, on the way she’s curled into my side, something dark and violent coils tighter in my chest. I don’t like it. He’s been with me for years. Loyal. Useful. Right now? He feels like a threat. He’s looking at something that belongs to me and trying to decide if he has the right to question it. My jaw tightens. If he stares at her like that one more f.ucking time I’m going to drag him into the bathroom and remind him exactly who the f***k I am. And then there’s her… The flight attendant who greeted us earlier, the one who called me “Master” with that familiar, knowing little smile.

Elena.

Long legs, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that’s sucked my c***k more times than I can count. She’s been staring too. Every time she walks past with drinks or checks on us, her eyes linger, curious, jealous, hungry. She knows what I like. She knows how I f***k. She knows I used to bend her over the same bed in the back and rail her until she couldn’t walk straight. Part of me, the dark, frustrated, aching part wants to pull her into the bedroom right now, lock the door, shove her to her knees and use that willing mouth to release some of this unbearable tension. Just a quick, filthy f***k to take the edge off so I don’t snap. In the other part of me this thought forms, disgust which rolls through me. No! Not anymore! Not when my sweet, innocent little girl is sitting right here trusting me with her whole heart. Elena is nothing but a warm hole I used to f***k. Ninath is… everything. My obsession. My possession. My future. I shift in my seat, c***k still painfully throbbing, and pull Ninath closer instead. She sighs softly and rests her head on my shoulder without hesitation. That’s all I need. Emiliano can stare all he wants. Elena can keep wishing for what she’ll never get again. The only one I care about is the tiny, trembling girl currently clinging to my side like I’m her whole world. And I’ll burn everything else to the ground before I let anyone take her away from me.

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Five hours into the flight and my baby finally passed out in the back bedroom. I’d put on Donnie Darko for her and she’d curled up against me like a kitten, eyes wide at first, then slowly drifting shut as the turbulence and the day caught up to her. I carried her back there myself, laid her down on the black silk sheets, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and pressed one last kiss to her forehead while she mumbled something sleepy and sweet. Now I’m back in the main cabin, jaw tight, c***k still half-hard from the way she’d whimpered in her sleep and pressed her face into my neck.

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Business! We discuss shipments, territories, and the usual bulls.hit. Emiliano keeps his mouth s.hut for once, but his eyes keep drifting toward the closed bedroom door like he’s still trying to solve a puzzle he has no right to touch. I ignore him, but the tension in my body is unbearable. Every time I picture Ninath back there soft, innocent and mine, the need to ruin something claws at me harder. I need release. Just enough to take the edge off so I don’t go back there and do something I’ll regret. So, I stand up abruptly and head to the front. The second the door clicks s.hut behind me I don’t waste time on words. I grab Elena by the throat, hard enough to make her eyes bulge and slam her down to her knees. She hits the carpet with a dull thud, already gasping, but her pupils are blown wide with that familiar, pathetic hunger.

„Open.” She obeys instantly, tongue out like the cheap, used-up w***e she is. I rip my c***k free, thick, veined, angry and shove it straight down her throat in one vicious thrust. No warning. No mercy. Her eyes water instantly, throat convulsing around me as she gags hard, spit drooling down her chin. I don’t let go and I f***k her face as if I hate her. Both hands fisted in her hair, hips snapping forward brutally, balls slapping her chin with every savage thrust. I bury myself to the hilt over and over, holding her there until her throat bulges and her face turns red, tears streaming down her cheeks and ruining her perfect makeup.

„F.uck… choke on it, you filthy s.lut. This is all you’re good for.” She’s making those wet, broken noises I used to enjoy, but right now they only feed the monster. I keep her pinned, c***k pumping down her spasming throat, cutting off her air until her hands slap weakly at my thighs. Only then do I pull back just enough for her to suck in a desperate, gurgling breath before I slam back in even harder. It’s still not enough. f***k… I yank her up by her hair, spin her around and bend her over the small crew bench like a rag doll. Skirt shoved up, no panties, of course, the desperate b***h never wears any. I spit on my c***k, line up, and ram into her c.unt in one brutal thrust. I f***k her like I’m trying to break her in half, deep, punishing, violent thrusts that make the bench slam against the wall. My hand wraps around her throat from behind and squeezes. Hard. Until her air is completely cut off and her p*****. starts fluttering wildly around me in panic.

„You’re f*****g nothing…” I growl against her ear, hips slamming into her ass so hard it’s going to leave bruises.

„Just a warm hole I use when I'm bored. That’s all you are.” She comes anyway, shaking, choking, tears pouring down her face, because she’s always been a pathetic little pain s.lut. I don’t slow down. I f***k her through it, harder, meaner, chasing the violence I need to bleed the obsession out of my system. My grip on her throat tightens even more, fingers digging in until her eyes start to roll back and her body goes limp for a split second. I feel my own orgasm building, balls drawing up tight, spine tingling. At the last moment, I yank my c***k out of her ruined c.unt with a wet sound, spin her around by the hair and force her back down to her knees.

„Open and stick your tongue out. Now!” She does it instantly, face already wrecked, mascara running in black streaks. I stroke my throbbing c***k twice and explode thick, heavy ropes of c**m painting her face, her tongue, her t**s, splattering across her cheeks and dripping down onto her plastic t.its. She kneels there panting, covered in my load, looking thoroughly used and degraded. I tuck myself away, already disgusted.

HYPOCRITE!

I just spent the last half an hour destroying a woman who means absolutely nothing while my sweet, virgin baby girl is sleeping twenty feet away, trusting me to be her safe place. I told myself I wouldn’t touch this s.lut and yet here I am, painting a used-up flight attendant’s face because I’m too weak to handle how badly I want to ruin Ninath.

WEAK!

F.uck… at least the sharp violent edge is gone. The frustration that’s been driving me insane since the moment I saw her, it’s dulled. I can breathe again, for now. I straighten my shirt, run a hand through my hair, and look down at Elena’s c*m-covered, trembling body without a shred of affection.

„Clean yourself up. And stay the f***k away from the main cabin for the rest of the flight.” She nods weakly, still trying to catch her breath, voice hoarse and c*m-dripping.

„Yes… Master.” I don’t feel better. I just feel… calmer. Calm enough to walk back into the main cabin like I didn’t just paint a worthless w***e’s face with my c**m.

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I pour myself a tall glass of whiskey, the amber liquid burning down my throat as I drop into my seat and stare out the window at the endless sky. The glass is cool against my palm. My reflection in the dark glass looks almost normal, composed, controlled, the perfect Capp, but inside? I feel torn apart. I can still smell Elena’s cheap perfume on my skin. Still feel the way her throat convulsed around me while I used her like a disposable rag. It bought me time. It bled off the sharpest edge of the hunger that’s been clawing at my ribs since the moment Ninath entered my life. It bought me time, yes, but it didn’t fix anything.

I still imagine slipping inside the bedroom, locking it behind me, climbing onto that black silk bed and pulling her tiny body against mine. I imagine sliding my hand between her thighs while she’s still half-asleep, finding her slick and pushing a finger inside that impossibly tight virgin c.unt just to feel her wake up gasping my name. I imagine pinning her wrists above her head, sucking those perfect little n.ipples until they’re bruised, and grinding my c***k against her stomach until she’s whimpering, dripping and begging without even knowing what she’s begging for.

I don’t move. I stay right here in this seat, whiskey in my hand, jaw locked so tight it aches. I restrain myself to the main cabin like a chained dog. I drink. I talk business. I let Emiliano’s careful stares wash over me without reaction. I tell myself this is control. This is protection. This is me being the father she thinks I am. I’m horrible. Disgusting. A weak man who just f.ucked a flight attendant raw to keep from destroying the only pure thing left in his world… and now I’m sitting here planning secret doors in my Sicily villa so I can slip into my “daughter’s” room whenever the hunger gets too loud. It’s life. You learn to live with your decisions, or you don’t and you fail… Right now, the only decision that matters is the one I made the day I took her. She belongs to me, completely and irrevocably, but I will never ever touch her! Let it come, I’m already too far gone to stop it, but I will not succumb to it.