Page 79 of Dirty Hot Valentine
“Nicole, per favore, mia figlia, call me Tino. You’re family now,” I said as Angel’s hurrying footsteps echoed from the dressing room. I couldn’t wait to see her in the dress I chose for her tonight. She was going to be a vision.
She stepped out into the bedroom. “If I’m late, I’m so sorry. I thought it was still seven. I’ll be ready in—”
“You’re not late,” I whispered, an uncontrolled rasp in my voice. My eyes fixed on her, on the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. My Angel in the perfect shade of red that brought out her eyes and complexion.
“Thank God. And thank you,” she gestured at her body, “for this. It’s perfect.”
“It is.” I hated the shake to my voice. If I couldn’t control that, then my eyes must have shown even more weakness. This wasn’t the first time I’d bought her a dress. But the first time, it was one she chose, and to her,hegot it for her.
When I saw her in it, I lost all control and couldn’t stay away. I deviated from the plan and couldn’t stop myself from being close to her, from savoring her intoxicating scent, from letting her know I existed, from letting her know she was mine.
I felt the same way now. The compulsion to say fuck it to everything and take her had never been stronger. To just rip that dress—that I now hated for touching her skin when I couldn’t—and the set of bra and panties underneath that I took my time picking methodically while my dirty mind was at its peak—did she she blush when she saw I bought her the perfect size of underwear and wonder how I knew?
I swallowed at the jerk in my cock and the predatory impulses that must have been showing in my hungry gaze. But I had to keep it under control. I couldn’t let my obsession take over, especially when her sister was in the room.
Angel, nervously, went to grab the matching shoes. Did she notice the way I was looking at her? “I’m gonna go finish now.”
I grunted, not looking away. “Nicole, have you tried your dress yet?”
“My dress?” she exclaimed. “You got me a dress, too?”
“Certo. It’s in your room.”
“Wow. Thank you. I didn’t even know I was invited.”
“That goes without saying. Unless you have something more important to do.”
“Not at all. You didn’t have to get me anything, though, Tino. It’s extremely generous of you.”
“Oh, don’t be silly. What did I say? We’re family. Go try it on.”Get out. Your sister and I need our alone time.
When Nicole existed, Angel looked at me, pointing at the dressing room. “I’ll be in there.”
“I’m coming with you.”
Her brows shot up. “To the dressing room?”
“Yes. I’m doing your makeup.” I needed something, anything to silence the hungry, salivating wolf.
“Excuse me?”
There was not time for questions, and she knew better than to negotiate. I’d made it clear that when I offered to do her something, she took it and thanked me for it. I walked toward her, grabbed her hand and sat her in the dresser seat. “What did I say about—”
“Thank you, Tino, but what the hell?”
“Language. I let it go earlier because you were only speaking the truth. I was being a dick and an asshole on purpose. But now I won’t be so tolerating if you don’t watch your mouth.”
I went through her makeup, choosing the brushes I was using to paint the mesmerizing canvas of her face. My sweet obsession I must have painted a thousand times before. Now I got to paint it itself in the flesh. I swallowed a groan.
“So what? You’ll spank me?” Here came my naughty girl again. If she knew how much it was taking me not to spread her legs and sink my cock in her virgin pussy, she wouldn’t be saying anything provocative or naughty. Maybe she should know if I played her naughty game tonight, it’d no longer be a game.
I let the predator in me show in my menacing stare. “Swear again and see for yourself.”
All the courage and challenge in her eyes ran away, leaving nothing but the instincts of the powerless little girl she was. Then, as if she couldn’t help being so naughty, she stared at my hands, tracing the angel tattoos on them—the ones she didn’t know I had because of her—as if touching her, spanking her, was exactly what she wanted.
I chuckled and then bent, my beard almost touching her cheek. “Go ahead or are you afraid you’ll enjoy it so much?”
My eyes lingered on her cheeks, waiting for her to blush. But she didn’t. Instead she looked me straight in the eye. “Yes, Tino. I soaked my panties whenhedid it. I know I’ll enjoy it whenyouspank me, too.”
