Theirs Forever (Mafia Menage Trilogy 4)

Ashlyn’smelodic giggle warmed my heart, and my fingers gentled around the pencil in my hand, allowing the charcoal strokes to become more fluid. The last of the tension had left my body when I’d buried myself in her wet heat, but seeing her like this—glowing with joy and utterly sated—relaxed me like nothing else.

Her sapphire eyes met mine when I glanced up from my drawing to study my beautiful subject. They sparkled with mischief, belying the small pout that plumped her lips.

“You’re not watching with me, Daddy,” she accused in a slightly husky tone.

An easy chuckle rolled from my chest. “Does my greedy girl want another spanking already?”

She bit her lip to hide her smile. “No. I want you to cuddle with me while we watch these videos together. You need unicorn kittens in your life too.”

I tried my best to arrange my features into something stern, smothering my own smile. My babygirl was adorable when she was pouting.

“I made that playlist for you, princess. Be a good girl and enjoy it,” I admonished. “Unless you want me to take away your kitten video privileges?”

“No!” she gasped, clutching the tablet to her chest and sitting bolt upright from where she’d been reclining against the pillows on our massive bed. The device pressed against her breasts, pushing them up in an enticing display where her pink silk robe parted slightly.

My mouth twisted in a knowing smirk. “I’ll have to tell Joseph about your naughty behavior if you don’t stop trying to tempt me, babygirl.”

She shifted, pressing her thighs together as my warning elicited a little lustful thrill.

I shook my head at her. “You want two punishments in one day? You’re practically begging for a sore bottom.”

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and it took considerable willpower to prevent myself from tossing aside my sketchpad so that I could claim her mouth with mine. She was testing me, pushing me just a little with her pretty pout and lush curves. I wouldn’t bend. Even after our intense lovemaking only an hour ago, she might still be emotionally vulnerable from her father’s rejection. She needed me to be her rock right now, and that meant resisting the temptation of her saucy behavior.

I flicked my fingers in the direction of her tablet. “Watch your videos. Your Master will deal with you when he gets home.”

She practically squirmed, and her cheeks flushed the prettiest shade of pink. “I’ll be good,” she promised breathily. “I don’t want another spanking.”

A slightly savage laugh rumbled from my chest. “Now you’re lying to me, princess? My naughty girl is definitely getting punished.”

We heard the rattle of a key in the lock on the front door at the same time, and I fixed her with a wolfish grin. “I’m sure Joseph can come up with something more inventive than a spanking.”