Skyscrapers Fall |18+|

Part V

| VITO |

I had been watching Daisy for some time now. The very moment I laid eyes on her I became obsessed; craving her laughter; her touch; her love.

At first I tried to forget about her but no matter what I did she kept coming back to haunt me.

So I found out everything I could about her: where she lives; who she lives with; her name; her marital status; the street she grew up on.

I didn't think my obsession was bad until I started to follow her. Stalk her.

Landing a job at my club on such short notice was no coincidence, it was all a part of my plan.

I knew the minute I saw her I'd make her mine and that's exactly what I plan on doing.

"Shh don't be scared, gattina," I coo, reaching out to caress her soft hair. Her body tenses but she doesn't move away, presumably out of fear. She has every right to be scared of me. She should feel scared of me.

"H-have I done something wrong?" She questions, the lump in her throat making her voice sound whiny and strained, sending a pulse of heat straight to my cock.

Ignoring her, I move my hand down to her chin and tilt her face up to look at me. Such a beautiful face.

"About the deal?" I ask.

Her face suddenly hardens, a look of determination shadowing her features. I internally laugh at her for thinking she has a chance of escaping me. I might've told her I would let her go but I know that's not true. Now that she's here she's never getting rid of me.

"You'll let me go if I can get out of this house?" She asks, looking for the catch.

"Yes." No.

"It's as simple as that?" Her voice is faint and cautious, chewing her bottom lip while she waits for my response.

I begin to feel my dick harden against my jeans as it occurs to me that she's tied to my bed and completely at my mercy. My gaze drops to her lips, wondering what they'd taste like, what they'd feel like wrapped around my cock as I fuck her pretty little face, using her for my pleasure. Would her mascara run? Would she like to be degraded or would she prefer my praise?

"..Vito?" Daisy's voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I clear my throat.

"If you can escape before I catch you, you're free to go, if not you're mine to keep," I reiterate.

"I'm not an object," she retorts, her nostrils flaring at the thought.

I smirk, making a mental note. Definitely more of a praise girl.

Reaching out to untie her bounds, I prepare myself for the chase, "you have a ten minute head start."

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| DAISY |

I'm going insane.

This house is making me insane.

Vito Vecellio is making me insane.

I make my way down another winding staircase, careful not to make too much noise. I slipped off my shoes shortly after being released to ensure he couldn't hear me.