I smirk down at her, rubbing the edge of my thumb over the curve of her ass. “Cold feet, princess?” I bend down to catch her earlobe between my teeth. “Bit off more than you can chew?”

Her little body twists in my grip, and I slowly lower her to the floor, thinking she knows she’s made a mistake. Instead, she raises her sports bra over her head, dropping it to the floor while tiptoeing into the room she just said was mine.

“You coming in?” Turning, she shows me her perfect tits shake as she moves. Her cheeks spread a cute shade of pink as she backs up until the backs of her thighs collide with the end of the bed.

I have two options here. I could ignore the little mafia princess and not wake up every morning fearing that her psycho daddy has figured out what I’ve done to his precious little principessa, or I could stop complaining like a bitch—I kick the door closed, grinning at her.

“Take off your pants. And make it look fucking cute.”

She sucks her finger into her mouth before dipping it between her thighs, spreading her panties to the side and sinking her finger inside her. “Like this?”

“Sluttier.” My knees hit the end of the bed and I wrap my fingers around her chin, forcing her face up to mine. Her eyes lower to my zipper, her little hand coming to the swell, rubbing it in circles. Heat rushes to my balls when she slowly pulls the zipper down and yanks the rest down until I’m standing in only my briefs.

I massage her head. “Why’d I think you were a virgin?”

She bats her lashes up at me, running a single finger down the base of my cotton-covered cock. “I still might be.” Sliding the band of my boxers over the tip of my cock, she licks her lower lip. Excitement touches her cheeks and I have to calm myself down. She’s way too innocent for this shit, she’s just playing games—or maybe she isn’t and that little act she has on for everyone is just for her papa.

Before I can think of anything else—thank God because I didn’t like where those thoughts were going—her swollen lips wrap around my cock and warmth fills me like a shock of adrenaline, pulsing right down to the base of my balls. My hand is in her hair, tugging the strands and directing her over my length. Not. A. Virgin.

There’s just no way.

Her tongue flicks over the base of my cock, and when she sucks up, she bats her lashes up at me. It’s a sight I’ll never forget. Her messy blonde hair, slick skin from her run, and smudged mascara. Ruby is already beautiful, but right now she looks like sex.