Chapter 106 - ONE HUNDRED AND SIX

Chapter 106: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND SIX

ANGEL

After dinner, we were in bed.

Vincenzo had one arm behind his head, the other draped across my stomach, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip through his shirt.

The room was quiet except for our breathing.

That was until my phone buzzed on the stand closest to me.

I stiffened.

Should I ignore it? No—if I left it buzzing, it would probably trigger Vincent’s suspicions even more. I stretched out my arm, reaching over him to snatch my phone, clicking open the notification. I was fully expecting another text from Kevin.

It wasn’t him.

The notification icon belonged to the app. That anonymous messaging one.

I hadn’t opened it since I came back.

I stared at the screen for a second before tapping open the chat history.

The messages loaded and my eyes widened slightly.

He’d been writing to me. My stranger friend. I scrolled messages to see that he’d been checking in consistently. Even when I’d been on that island.

’You there, doll?’

’It’s been two weeks. Starting to worry.’

’Are you okay? Please just let me know you’re alive.’

Message after message. The most recent message was sent just now:

’It’s been a while. How are you?’

My thumb hovered over the keyboard. I wanted to write back. I was still lost in thought, trying to compose something simple when the phone was plucked from my fingers.

"Hey—!" I protested.

Vincenzo’s hand came down on my ass before I could finish the word.

"Daddy!" I yelped, heat painting my skin.

"Sleep, Angel." He tossed the phone onto his nightstand without looking. Out of my reach.

"You’re done."

His arm wrapped around me, pulling me back against his chest. Firm. Possessive. His teeth nipped my earlobe. "No more phones."

I squirmed against him half-heartedly, already knowing I’d lost. "You could at least read me a bedtime story if you’re going to be this bossy. That way, I might fall asleep faster,"

"A bedtime story?" I felt his chuckle against my skin. "You don’t need stories anymore, baby girl."

His hand slid down my spine, tracing each vertebra like he was counting them.

"Daddy knows better ways to put you to sleep."

His palm found my ass again—but this time he didn’t spank. He squeezed, kneading the tender flesh where he’d already left his mark, working the sting deeper, and turning pain into something warmer.

Soon his fingers were everywhere, working on the sore muscles of my thigh.

I melted against him. My eyes fluttered closed and a sound escaped my throat—something between a sigh and a moan.

"That’s it," he murmured. "Just relax. Let Daddy take care of you."

His fingers kept working. Slow circles. Pressing deep into the muscle, then easing off. Teasing. His thumb traced the curve where my ass met my thigh, dipping into the edge of somewhere he knew would make me squirm.

Then his hand came down again—hard, loud, and completely unexpected.

SMACK.

I gasped, jolting forward against his grip. "I didn’t even do anything!" I shrieked, twisting around to hit his arm.

"I know." He grabbed both of my ass cheeks in one massive hand, fingers digging in deep, and yanked my hips flush against his. I felt him instantly—hard, heavy, and throbbing directly against my lower back. "I just like the way it jiggles when you get bratty."

He squeezed harder, spreading me slightly against the mattress. "So pretty," he growled into the shell of my ear. "So soft. All fucking mine."

His fingers drifted upward again—tracing my spine, skating over my ribs, brushing the sensitive outer swell of my breast.

I shivered, a tremor running through me.

"Cold?" He knew damn well I wasn’t.

"No," I muttered, biting my lip.

"Then why are you shaking?" He had the absolute audacity to ask.

"Because you’re mean. You’re a fucking sadist."

Vincenzo laughed—a low sound that vibrated warm against my skin. "And you’re dripping wet."

"I’m not!"

His hand slid down, slipping between my thighs from behind, his slick fingers brushing right past my folds just enough to prove his point. He pulled back immediately, bringing his hand up to stroke my jaw, forcing me to smell myself on his skin.

"Don’t lie to Daddy," He wrapped his heavy arm tight around my waist, pinning me to his chest. "Sleep now. For real this time."

I squirmed against his rigid cock, grinding my back pointedly into him. "You’re just going to leave me like this? Are you serious?"

"Like what?"

"You know fucking what!" I snapped, wriggling my hips again.

His laugh was a deep rumble against my spine. "Good girls who ignore their phones and go to sleep when Daddy tells them get rewarded in the morning." His hot lips brushed the sensitive skin behind my ear. "Bad little cunts who complain get left aching with nothing."

I huffed loudly, burying my face in the pillow. "Fine. You’re the worst."

"Good girl." He planted a firm, possessive kiss on the top of my head. "Now close your eyes. And dream about what Daddy’s going to do to that tight little body tomorrow."

Like I had a choice. There was no way my brain could focus on anything else now.

I closed my eyes and let his warmth take me. I expected sleep to come, but instead my mind was spinning.

Thankfully, Vincenzo hadn’t opened my phone to check who I was messaging. If he had seen the things I’d confessed to that faceless stranger, the secrets I’d spilt in the dark before everything fell apart—there’d be hell to pay.

***

I spotted it one evening—the camera that was tucked into the corner of the bedroom, I stared at the tiny object that was angled toward the bed, hidden behind a decorative vase.

Amateur Daddy. I found your little spy camera, I smirked to myself as an idea took shape in my head.

If he wanted to watch me without me knowing.

Well. Two could play that game.

I walked toward the bed slowly, letting my hips sway with each step. Then, I positioned myself directly in front of the camera’s eye. I reached up and pulled the strap of my dress down over one shoulder. Slowly. Watching that little red light like it was Vincenzo himself.

"Miss me, Daddy?"