Papi’s Protection – Crime Boss Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 124140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
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“Good.” He drew her panties to one side and ran a finger down her slit. “You need this, don’t you?”

God, yes.

His finger lightly brushed over her clit. Back and forth. Back and forth.

She let out a cry.

“Poor Pequeña. So needy. What is it that you need?”

“You. I need you.”

“Me? What do you need exactly? My tongue on your clit, my finger fucking your wet pussy?”

“Dick. I need your dick inside me.”

“Ahh. Like this?” He moved his fingers down farther, driving two fingers inside her. She clenched around him, throwing her head back.

“Yes, that.”

“So hungry for my dick. It’s too bad that you don’t get it.”

“Wh-what?”

What was this? First, he told her that she couldn’t have an orgasm unless he gave it to her. And now she couldn’t have his cock?

He pulled his fingers from her passage and held them to her mouth. “Open. Clean me off.”

She opened her mouth without thought, sucking on his fingers.

“Good girl. No dick for you until you’re mine. I’m going to have you. But only once you agree.”

Shit. That was so mean.

He drove his fingers gently in and out of her mouth, then he pulled them out and ran his fingers over her lips.

“Don’t look so disappointed. I’m still going to give you a release. And you’ll get my dick right here in your mouth.”

That was something, at least. But not exactly what she wanted. How long would it take her to start begging him to take her?

Suddenly, two weeks seemed forever.

He removed his fingers from her mouth and returned them to her pussy, pushing them slowly in and out of her passage.

“Alejandro, Sir, please.”

“No, Preciosa. No dick. This hurts me as much as it does you.”

“Then why do it?” she cried.

“Because you need to have an incentive to be mine.”

She really didn’t. She shuddered as he curled his fingers and hit that spot inside her.

Oh God. So good.

“You need to learn that I don’t play fair. When I want something, I take it. You’re getting more leeway than most.”

Was she, though?

“Tell me why you didn’t play with the things I got you today,” he demanded.

Huh? What?

Was he really doing this now? She was so close to the edge. That spot he was hitting was making her entire body light up. She needed more. More.

His fingers stilled.

“Please, don’t stop,” she cried.

“Answer me. Did you not like what I bought you?”

“What? No!” Shoot, had she come across as ungrateful? “No, I loved them. I wanted those things for so long. It’s just . . .”

“Just what?”

“I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t play with them. My Little wasn’t there. I mean . . . she’s always there. But she didn’t feel . . .”

“Safe? Secure?” he guessed. “You needed me.”

Jeez. He was so freaking arrogant.

But also right. She guessed she did need him.

“Do you think I’ll only be able to let her out, to let go, when you’re around?” But she’d built forts before and sucked her thumb, or colored with cheap pens and coloring books. She hadn’t realized what it all might mean.

Until he’d come along.

She wanted to be told that she was a good girl. To have Papi feed her and carry her around and brush her teeth and put her down for a nap.

“This is all new for you. This house doesn’t feel like yours. Yet. That room and those things likely don’t feel like yours. Yet. We just need to help you figure all of this out. To not feel like you constantly have to be on guard.”

“Probably didn’t help having Doomy Gloomy popping up everywhere I went.”

“I’ll tell him to back off a bit.”

“He won’t go into that room? He won’t know?”

“Bernard already knows,” he told her gently. “He’s pretty astute. And he once had his own Little, years ago.”

“What happened?”

“She died. There’s a reason he’s the way he is. He’ll get used to you.”

Would he? She wasn’t so sure.

But she could feel a bit more empathy toward him.

Should she tell him that she wasn’t really into all the pink and bunnies? But he might get upset.

And it wasn’t like it was her room.

Better to remain quiet.

“We need to make time Pequeña to be with her Papi.” He frowned slightly.

She knew that he was a busy guy, especially at the moment.

“It’s all right.”

“No, it isn’t. Every morning before lunch, we’ll spend time in the pink room. Then after lunch you can spend time in my office with me before your nap.”

Dear Lord.

He really was prepared to do what he needed to in order to win her over.

“I have something else to tell you.”

He did? She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

“We think we know who wrecked your apartment.”

“Who? My neighbor?”

“Well, it’s still possible. But Starla took an Uber to your building the night before we found it wrecked.”

“What? But why would Starla wreck my apartment?” she asked.



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