Model, millionaire, Karlie Cora had done everything she needed to do in order to get in the position she wanted to be in, one of the top models in the world. But she walks into the wrong alleyway and now, the most powerful Mafia man is protecting he...
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"Are you ready, yet?" I groan for the fifth time.
"Will you stop groaning? All this worrying is transferring your wrinkles onto my face." She mumbles slowly as she does her mascara.
"You've gotta quit making fun of my age. It's not my fault that you decided to take your time." I tell her as she slams down the tube of makeup.
"I'm done!" She yells, standing before throwing up her hands as she glares at me.
I smile, looking at Karlie. Although, she's glaring, she looks beautiful. She's wear these leggings that flare out and a fitting long sleeve with her long blonde hair handing low on her ass.
"My perfect girl." I compliment her as I stand, wrapping my hands around her hips when I reach her. She fights off a smile as heat rises to her cheeks and she forces her head down.
My hand cups the side of her face, making her head tilt so that I could see her face. Her cheeks stained red.
"My perfect, little girl." I say, pointedly, feeling my cock stiffen from her sharp inhale before she smirks and clenches her fists around my shirt.
"So you're kinky?" She asks, wiggling her eyebrows while laughing slightly.
My face drops.
"I told Kane that we'll be there at 12." I tell her, sighing and looking at my watch. "And, we're late." I lace my fingers through hers before pulling her slightly.
"Yes, daddy."
I freeze.
Fuck me. Those words coming out of her mouth sounds like heaven rolling off of her tongue and all I can see is Karlie over my knee with a bright pink hand print on her ass.
I've never been with a one nightstand that liked that stuff and it could be because I go to the most vanilla clubs because if I needed someone to fuck, they come up to me.
"Are you blushing?" Karlie asks, in disbelief as she stands in front of me with her mouth open, standing on her tiptoes to see my face better.
I grip her face in my hands before pushing her backwards until her body is pressed against the door with my leg in between her thighs.
If her cheeks weren't squished together, I'm sure she'd have the biggest smirk on her face.
"Unless you want your ass to be the same color as the pretty blush on your cheeks, you better watch yourself." I warn, moving my face so close that my nose touches her nose.
"Yes, daddy." She whispers.
I shake my head before pressing my lips against hers, roughly as a noise squeaks from her mouth.
I quick to grab the back of her thighs and pick her up. She moans, throwing back her head as I lift my hand then bring it down on her ass, making her jolt forward.
