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

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 105089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
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Cat woke up suddenly, staring up at Alejandro in shock. Then she launched herself into his arms. She was trembling.

God, she hated this.

Why weren’t the nightmares disappearing? It had been a week since she was taken. The bruises had started fading and she could see out of both eyes. Rafael had come home from the hospital three days ago. He was in an even grumpier mood than usual, but at least he was alive.

She liked to act as his nurse. It kept her mind off things. She’d even ordered a doctor’s kit to play with.

Hopefully, it arrived today.

But still, she couldn’t sleep without at least one nightmare visiting her, even with Alejandro going to bed with her every night. He’d been around much more this past week. She knew he couldn’t keep it up forever, but she was grateful he was here.

“Come here, you’re safe. I’m here. I’m here.” Alejandro rolled onto his back and held her to his chest. This had become her new favorite place to fall asleep, listening to his heartbeat, feeling his warmth.

She’d been so cold since the kidnapping.

For some reason, this had hit her far harder than when Vince had attacked her or Bert and Ernie had kidnapped her.

Probably because it had involved someone she’d trusted.

Not only that, but she’d also learned he was working with the Deity. A nightmare from her past who was meant to be dead.

They hadn’t found much at Mikey’s apartment. It had been pretty sparsely furnished. Starla had a diary, but it was filled with mad ramblings. Nothing that could lead them to the Deity.

The only thing of interest had been a list of rules that Mikey had on his fridge.

The same rules that Maeve’s stalker had had.

The guy who was pretending to be the new Deity had obviously given him the same rules when he’d brainwashed him into joining the Cult.

But who was he?

Alejandro was crooning to her in a low voice, gently bringing her out of her nightmare.

But she didn’t think she needed gentle right now. She needed to know that she was alive. Wriggling around, she felt his hardness pressing into her thigh. Parting her legs, she slid down so her pussy was over his cock. He wore a pair of boxers, while all she had on was one of his shirts.

“Papi,” she whispered.

“Just ignore that asshole,” he muttered. “All he has to do is look at you and he’s hard.”

“I didn’t realize he had eyes,” she teased.

“Fuck. Fine. I look at you and he gets hard. But you shouldn’t pay attention.”

“What if I want to?”

His hand stilled where it had been running up and down her back. She hadn’t felt like sex. She’d been sore and scared. Exhausted. And Alejandro hadn’t pushed her.

He’d just loved on her.

And she’d lapped up that love.

“Kitten,” he murmured. “You just had a nightmare. You’ve been through something traumatic. What you need is care and attention. Not to be fucked. Now, come here and let me cuddle you back to sleep.”

She leaned up, staring down at him firmly. “Most of the time, you seem to know what I need before I do. But you’re wrong this time. I know what I need. And that’s for you to fuck me. And I’m not talking soft and sweet. I need . . . I need to feel alive, Alejandro. To push them out of my head. They don’t deserve to live inside me. Make them leave.”

He stared up at her, studying her closely. But whatever he saw must have convinced him because he nodded.

Oh, thank fuck.

“I’ll make them leave. The only person who should be living in your head is me.”

Her possessive, arrogant Papi.

She was so damn grateful for him. Sliding up his body, she leaned down to kiss him, biting down on his lower lip.

His hand wrapped around her hair, tugging her face back.

“Do you think you get to be in charge, Kitten?” he asked in a low, dark voice.

Yes. This was precisely what she wanted. To be taken. Dominated. Owned.

She wanted Alejandro’s brand of ownership. Because she knew that it wasn’t a bad thing. It didn’t mean she was less or subjugated.

Oh no. It meant that she was loved, cherished, and put before everyone else.

He might be the King of Darkness.

But she was his Queen.

And everyone knew the Queen held the power.

Even if the King liked to spank and dominate her.

Because there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. No one he wouldn’t kill or conquer.

That was the sort of ownership she wanted.

Where she owned him back just as hard. Just as fiercely.

Because she’d do the same thing for him.

“Maybe, Sir,” she said breathlessly.

For the last week, he’d treated her like she was fragile, and she’d needed that. She’d needed the coddling. To have her Papi take over, take care of everything.


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