DON'T CALL ME DADDY

Chapter 11

Sienna's POV

"Loren… pull it in…" I begged, my voice shaking, body trembling. I couldn't take it anymore. My thighs were quivering, my core throbbing. I needed him inside me.

His thumb stroked my clit and a sharp gasp flew from my lips, like my whole body had been plugged into electricity. I was ready for the pain. I couldn't keep making out like this— I needed him to fuck me.

His thick cock slid across my clit, teasing, sending my breath hitching in helpless frustration.

"I'm not penetrating," he muttered, claiming my lips again while his cock stayed pressed against my folds. I rolled my tongue inside his mouth, desperate and burning, while my hand reached down, wrapping around his length. I stroked him hard. He groaned, low and dangerous, into my mouth.

His lips left mine and trailed to my collarbone, licking every inch of skin like he owned it. His hand cupped my breast again, squeezing it as I arched into him. Another moan broke from my throat. He lowered his mouth to my hardened nipple and sucked. My head sank into the bed, vision spinning.

God! I never knew breast sucking could feel this freaking good!

"Sienna…" he moaned against my skin, making me clench the sheets tighter.

"That's enough for today," he breathed into my neck, biting my ear—and that's when it happened. I squirted uncontrollably on the bed.

"Oh my daddy!" I cried out, body twitching under him as waves of pleasure shot through my veins. Why did my body always betray me like this when I was with him?

"Sienna, call me that again," he whispered into my neck.

"Da…ddy…" I breathed, voice soft and trembling.

His hand slid back between my thighs, fingers brushing my clit before one finger shoved in. My body jerked, clamping down around him. My walls hugged his finger, silently begging him to move it. But the moment froze.

"Don't call me daddy," he said, voice hoarse and rough.

He stood from the bed and walked to the bathroom without another word.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my cheeks burning with heat and excitement. I bit my lips, remembering how he had eaten my pussy like he was starved, how he'd sucked on my nipples like a man obsessed.

"Sienna," his voice called from the bathroom.

"Yes, daddy," I teased back with a grin.

"Sienna, don't call me daddy!" he growled from inside.

I smiled to myself.

I walked into the bathroom. He washed me slowly, gently, then carried me back to bed. We curled under the sheets and drifted off, forgetting that my mum might be going crazy looking for me.

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The Next Day

Author's POV

Niko walked into Lorenzo's office, heading straight to his desk.

"Don, this is the footage you asked for," he said, placing it down. Lorenzo didn't look up, fingers flying across the keyboard.

"What about the reschedule?" Lorenzo asked, eyes finally lifting. "Has Mr. Williams picked a new time?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure when," Niko replied.

"You can go," Lorenzo dismissed with a short nod.

A call flashed on his screen—unknown number.

Lorenzo picked it up and switched it to speaker.

"Have you tried to hack my number?" a voice chuckled on the other end.

Lorenzo didn't say a word.

"Lorenzo!" the voice suddenly screamed.

Lorenzo scoffed and ended the call.

He turned to the flash drive Niko had delivered and plugged it into the laptop. The footage rolled.

Nothing.

"Why the hell is there nothing?" he muttered, rewinding the tape.

Then—he froze.

The guy he punched at the club. There he was. On camera. Slipping something into Sienna's drink.

Lorenzo slammed his fist into the table, face twitching with fury. Grabbing the laptop, he stormed out and hit the stairs, running into Noah on the way.

"Dad, I want to talk to you," Noah said, trying to keep up as Lorenzo marched toward the command room.

"Kai!" Lorenzo shouted.

"He's not here," Lina replied from the system chair, standing quickly. "What do you need, sir?"

"Look into this person for me now," Lorenzo growled, shoving the laptop at her.

"Yes, sir," she replied, sitting down and tapping fast on the keyboard. In seconds, the system loaded.

"Johnson Garry. Age: 27. Height: 182 cm. Lives with his uncle. Criminal records: rape, drug abuse," Lina recited coldly.

Lorenzo smirked and turned. Niko followed, stopping briefly to flash Lina a flirty wink.

Lina rolled her eyes, lifted a middle finger, and turned away in disgust. Niko chuckled and kept walking.

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Underground

"Johnson?" Lorenzo's voice echoed in the dark.

The man tied to the chair shivered under the blindfold.

"You sprinkled drugs in her drink to get her horny?" Lorenzo's voice sharpened like a blade. "You wanted to fuck her?"

"I—I…" The man stuttered.

CRACK!

A whip lashed across his skin.

"Aahhh!" Johnson screamed.

Niko stepped back, hands behind his back, head lowered.

"Why the fuck did you spike her drink!" Lorenzo roared again.

"I'm sorry!" Johnson cried out, voice cracking. "It wasn't me—someone sent me! Told me to drug her and bring her out!"

"Who sent you?" Lorenzo demanded, yanking off the blindfold.

"I… don't know!" Johnson stammered, but before he could say more, Lorenzo's hand gripped his throat, squeezing tight.

"Who sent you!" Lorenzo bellowed. His muscles tensed, veins rising on his arms, face twisted in fury.

Tears streamed down Johnson's face, but Lorenzo didn't care. He squeezed harder.

"I swear I don't know! He called with a hidden number!" Johnson gasped under his grip.

Lorenzo let go, his palm shoving Johnson's head back. The man cried helplessly, his hands still tied behind him.

Lorenzo turned and stopped in front of Niko, who hadn't dared to look up.

"Track the number. Tell Kai or Lina to handle it."

Niko bowed in silence.

But then he raised his head.

"Sir… isn't this… too much for Sienna?"

Lorenzo paused.

Silence filled the underground.

To be continued…