Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 462

Chapter 462: Chapter 58 Desperate Hunger

Daniel’s POV

The drive back to my penthouse felt endless. My mind churned with dark possibilities about my father’s next move, convinced the old man was orchestrating something to destroy what Lila and I had built together. I needed a strategy to counter whatever scheme he might unleash. The visit to the Martinez family estate had accomplished nothing except confirming my worst fears. Now an irrational terror of losing my little one consumed me, making my hunger for her presence almost unbearable.

I arrived at our apartment wound tight as a spring. She was there waiting, dinner arranged perfectly on our dining table. Without speaking a word, I caught her by the waist, swept her off her feet, and kissed her with desperate urgency, my heart heavy with fears I couldn’t voice. She responded with equal fire, wrapping her legs around my waist as she returned my kiss with passion that matched my own.

My thoughts scattered except for one consuming need to be buried inside her, to claim her as mine completely. I pressed her against the wall, driven by primal desire.

"Oh, little one," I whispered, eyes shut tight, forehead pressed against hers while her arms wound around my neck. My hand traced down her thigh. "I need to be deep inside you right now, need to feel myself claiming every inch of you."

"Yes!" she breathed without hesitation. "I want you too. I’ve been aching for you all day!" I opened my eyes to find hers blazing with the same hunger that devoured me. "I need you just as much."

Those words were all the permission I required. When my fingers found her intimate heat, she was already slick and ready, which only fueled my desire higher.

"God, little one, you’re perfect," I groaned, holding her gaze. "Hold on tight to me."

Keeping her pinned against the wall, I struggled to free myself from my pants. I pushed her underwear aside and positioned myself at her entrance, sliding slowly into her welcoming warmth. This was exactly what I craved, to map every curve of her body with my hands, taste the sweetness of her skin, feel her wet heat surrounding me while her soft sounds of pleasure filled my ears.

Her tongue flicked against my earlobe, setting my blood on fire like a match to gasoline. I gave in to the urge to kiss her deeply, capturing her moans as our tongues danced together. Though I meant to take her slowly and tenderly, the heat of her body against mine made restraint impossible. I thrust into her completely in one smooth motion. I needed to possess her, to fill her as deeply as she could take. She cried out, awakening something wild within me, though I worried my eagerness might have been too intense.

"Sorry, little one," I murmured, kissing along her jaw while staying perfectly still inside her. "I couldn’t hold back. You make me lose all control."

"Don’t apologize," she whispered against my ear with a smile. "It felt incredible. It always does with you!"

"Big guy, what’s troubling you?" Lila’s intuition never ceased to amaze me. She had clearly sensed my increased tension and anxiety.

"Just family business, little one. But I don’t want to think about that right now," I replied, kissing her softly. I decided to maintain my silence and handle this crisis without dragging her into it. "The only thing I want is to shower with you, then feed you dinner, and afterward take you to bed where I can listen to your beautiful sounds of pleasure for hours." I loved how her whispered moans transformed into passionate cries.

"Beautiful sounds?" she responded playfully, understanding my need for lightness. She always seemed to know exactly what I needed.

"Oh, little one, you’re definitely not quiet. I love hearing your passionate responses. It drives me wild knowing I make you feel that good." That was the absolute truth.

I followed through on my plan precisely, sharing an excellent meal with my girl before taking her to our bed where I delighted in her vocal expressions of pleasure for hours. Eventually, she fell asleep with her head on my chest, exhausted and satisfied. My arms held her tightly against me, wanting her as close as humanly possible.

My peace was short-lived. In the dead of night, my secure phone buzzed on the nightstand, forcing me to carefully extract myself from my sleeping little one to answer. It was my contact at the precinct calling with an emergency. I had to leave immediately. Reluctantly, I left a note explaining I was called back to the station on urgent business, changed into my clothes, and departed as angry and volatile as a caged wolf.