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My parents, Alfonso and Carolina Del Vecchio(née Cardoza), were an arranged marriage. My mothers father, Abilio Cardoza, was a Portuguese minister. He ruled his daughters like he did the church, hard and finite. He wanted his daughters to marry as virgins and to marry nobility. So, on my mother’s eighteenth birthday, he arranged her marriage to my father.

My father was the son of an Italian Prime Minister. Cosimo Del Vecchio was an unforgiving, steel frame of a man and he raised my father to be the same. Once they were married, it was paramount that they reproduce the perfect family. Diesel was born first, followed by me. We assumed they were done. They had two sons. When I was five, my mom became pregnant with a baby girl. Diesel and I were so excited to have a baby sister. Chassie was born, so tiny and delicate. We doted on her. She was the best part of our family. Then, like normal teen girls, when she turned fifteen, she began to notice boys and they noticed her.

She began to stay out late, and disobey the rules. I tried coming home as much as I could, but by this time, my father had already used his pull to get my brother and I into the U.N as Italy’s permanent representatives. Looking back, I should have come home more.

For her sixteenth birthday, she snuck out of the house, skipped her protective detail and supposedly she was going to meet her friends. That never happened and we never saw her again. We searched. Our parents hired detectives who could search quietly. Can’t make a scene and look bad. In the end, nothing. That is what changed the trajectory for Diesel and myself. Losing her was the biggest heartbreak. We vowed to help others and protect others. If I am being honest, I never forgave my parents for putting their reputation and livelihood ahead of her. Maybe if they would have been more attentive, she would still be here.

I never wanted to put myself in a position to have something that means so much to me taken from me again. Now that I have her, I need her, more than my last breath. I need her bred, my name attached to hers and her under my roof. Permanently. The problem is, with me comes my parents and I don’t want them anywhere near her. “Shit.” I run my hands through my hair. I have to fix this. Patting my pants, I feel the bulge of the box I woke my tech guy for, reminding me I am ready to make her mine. I could wake her, but I love watching her sleep. Watching her as she dreams and smiles. Her innocence and beauty have never been more prevalent.

She stirs and I watch as she reaches for me, before realizing I am not there. I love that the first thing she does is look for me. It makes me feel more powerful than any takedown can. “Hey you. What are you doing all the way over there?” Her sleep laden voice wakes my cock up.

“Watching you.”

“Why?” she asks, sitting up letting the sheet drop from her naked body. My mouth waters as her nipples pebble.

“You are beautiful.” I answer simply before getting up and removing my clothes. Leaning over, I take her mouth for a wet, hungry kiss before reaching into the side table and grabbing my cuffs. “Hands up and grab the bars, little girl.” The moment she wraps them around the headboard, I slap the cuffs around her wrists.

“What...” She stops, mouth agape when I slide the diamond on her finger. “Axel.” she gasps, tears filling her eyes.

“I know you are more than some spoiled little rich girl. I see your heart and the way you care about others. I love you so fucking much, baby. I am sorry that for even one minute you doubted the depth of my obsession, devotion and need, for you. I was holding back because of my family. My parents are cold, egotistical politicians. I want to protect you from them. From their cynicism and judgements. But, in trying to protect you, I left you with doubt and that is even worse. So forgive me. Let me show you everyday for the rest of our lives. Marry me, my sweet girl.” she cries into my shirt. “Are you going to answer me, baby girl?” she sniffs and looks up.

“Yes, Daddy. Yes, I will marry you.”

“Thank fuck.” I slide into her pussy and still for a moment as her heat envelopes me.

“Daddy, move,” she whines, rocking her pussy back and forth.

“Such a greedy little brat. You can wait and take what I give you,” I tease her. My tongue laves her nipples, biting each one over and over. She squeezes my cock and jizz leakes out of me.


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