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Maddie
After thinking about Eli during sex with Jordan, he haunts my dreams that night.
No matter what, I can’t get him off my mind. Not during sex with Jordan, or when I stop listening for someone to break into the apartment and finally fall asleep.
Vanessa, my dad’s new girlfriend has been teaching me a few things, like how to do laundry and prepare dinner. Eager to not only learn but to help out around the penthouse, I offered to set the dining table for our family dinner tonight. I’m so busy making sure the forks are lined up straight on the linen napkins that I don’t even notice I’m being watched until he speaks.
“Lean forward a little more, Maddie. Let me see what kind of panties you’re wearing underneath that dress.”
I instantly straighten and tug on the hem of my white sundress, lace over satin, before turning to the man who was just looking up my skirt.
Eli. The only person who calls me Maddie because he claims I always look like I’m angry at the world even late at night when the two of us are alone in the kitchen eating ice cream together.
Usually, my father’s torturer is way too careful around me. He keeps his distance, at least five feet between us, and constantly reminds me that I’m sharing a midnight snack with a killer everyone in the city is scared of.
Tonight, though, something is different. He’s staring at me like a rabid dog, foaming at the mouth as he sizes me up like I’m about to be his next meal.
But I refuse to cower before him, even if he is a vicious monster who enjoys hurting and killing people. I’m a mafia princess. Untouchable, especially for my father’s henchmen.
Despite all the nights we’ve been alone in the kitchen, Eli has never come close to laying a finger on me, too scared of my father’s wrath.
Which actually pisses me off.
I don’t have any experience with men, but I’m certain Eli has been sending me mixed messages, and I’m tired of it. Tired of him trying to warn me off and tired of him being too much of a pussy to make a move. I also know he’s been too busy for ice cream for several nights in a row thanks to his new play toy, Gavin. Apparently, one of the casino’s male strippers got on my father’s shit list, and he’s “too pretty” for Eli to scar.
I’m jealous of a man hanging in the casino’s basement dungeon, being tormented, which is ridiculous. I need to stop pining over the worst man I could ever possibly want and plan my escape from my father’s prison.
That’s the reason I steel my spine and ask him, “Why is it that you live here in the penthouse with us, but you’ve never been invited to dinner? Oh, that’s right. You’re Daddy's little bitch. Does he make you eat off the floor of the dungeon?”
I thought I was safe to run my mouth because he would never be stupid enough to retaliate in my father’s house with people all around us.
I was wrong.
Faster than I can gasp, my spine bends and my back slams into the table. My head and upper body are pinned down to the wooden surface thanks to the tattooed fingers wrapped tightly around my throat.
“I'm not his dog, you spoiled little cunt,” he growls in my face as I dig my nails into his unmoving fingers while struggling to take a deep breath or even swallow.
“You’re…fucking insane! Daddy will…kill you!” I hiss at him with my remaining oxygen, and he just laughs off the threat.
Even more confusing than his sudden attack is when something hard pokes me between my legs. Every muscle in my body relaxes.
A moment later, some of his weight lifts from my chest, and then he’s staring down where his hand is jerking up the bottom of my dress’s short skirt.
“White lace panties? Seriously? They’re just begging for me to bloody them.” He rocks forward, jabbing me between my legs again. “And I would, wouldn’t I, little virgin?”
I don’t respond, because I have no clue what to say to him and because I can no longer speak with him cutting off my air. When he realizes the problem, his fingers tighten momentarily before easing up enough for me to suck in a deep breath.
“Answer me, Maddie. Are you a virgin?”
I nod, still unable to say a single word.
The poking between my legs returns again, and again, making my mind freeze up while my limbs slacken. It must be the lack of oxygen. He’s going to fucking kill me right here on the dining table.
“You like how that feels don’t you?” Eli asks while continuing to thrust against me. “You won’t like it when I’m shoving inside your tight cunt, ripping you apart. And I really, really want to pop your cherry.” Closing his eyes, he throws his head back. “It would be the perfect way to torture Daddy, wouldn’t it? Hurting you, ruining you, will fuck him up more than anything else I could dream up, inflicting the maximum amount of pain.”
It sounds like he’s talking himself into doing this, into taking my virginity right here, right now.
“Kill…you,” I gasp out the reminder.
