Skyscrapers Fall |18+|

Part VI

| DAISY |

I stay silent as I follow Vito through his mansion, attempting to memorise every hallway and room. I'll need to know my way around this place if I stand a chance at escaping.

Every room is equally as impressive, equally as grand. I find myself gawking up at the painted ceilings and intricately patterned walls in awe as we pass through. Not a single inch is left without careful attention to detail and it has me wondering who the architect was, who designed such a beautiful building?

I want to take my time to admire my surroundings but Vito's on a mission, striding through the halls without sparing a single glance at the artwork. It makes me hate him even more. Sure, I was raised with a life of luxury, but nothing as monumental as this. He should be more grateful.

"Why would anyone want a house this big?" I scoff, spite threading through my words as we finally enter a bedroom. "Trying to compensate for something?"

I was hoping to get a reaction from him, to set him on edge and pick at an insecurity; but instead all he did was smirk and shake his head, as if he knows something I don't.

"Would you prefer to see for yourself, gattina?" He chuckles, his accented voice sending heat straight to my cheeks. Well that backfired.

"N-no," I stutter, "I'm sure I've seen better." I try to come off as confident but there's a shakiness to my voice that gives me away. I can't concentrate when all I can think about is the impressive bulge in his pants.

He's hard right now?

"You're staring." He states.

"I-"

"You can see it if you'd like," he shrugs, crossing his arms and taking a step towards me, "it's all yours."

I swallow down a lump before looking him in the eyes, tearing my gaze away from his crotch. I need to focus. I'm getting distracted.

"You're crazy," I say, my eyes darting around the bedroom in the hopes that I can change the subject. "Will I be getting my phone back?"

His answer was quick, "no. Not until you've earned my trust."

"I don't want your trust!" I growl at him, "I want my phone!"

He walks towards me until I'm backed into the wall, leaning down so he's eye-level with me. "If you don't stop acting like a spoilt brat, I'll take you over my knee and spank that attitude out of you, understood?"

My cheeks heat and I feel my pussy clench around air at the thought of being spanked by him. It's a fantasy I'd always thought about, though I would never admit out loud how badly I want a man to bend me over and spank my ass raw.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" A dimple popped in his cheek as a grin spread across his face. He could tell how much his words were effecting me. "Such a filthy little slut, aren't you? Wishing someone would throw you about and manhandle you, is that what you want, gattina? You like it rough?"

My pulse picks up, heart hammering in my chest at the thought of how easily he can see through me. As if he knows me. "No," I say, wishing the words were true, "you disgust me."

It was a lie, of course. The only person I'm disgusted with is myself for being so damn attracted to him. Disgusted at how my body's reacting to his words. Disgusted at how badly I want him to pin me against the wall and use me for his pleasure until I can't take it anymore.

"Your body says otherwise," he points out, his hand reaching up to caress my cheek as the other trails down my side, "I know you feel it too," he whispers, his voice dangerously low, "but I can be patient."

With that, he pushes himself away from me and and exits the room, leaving me horny and alone. I hear the door click behind him, indicating that it locks from the outside. Of course.

I run my hand down my face as I try to calm my breathing, but my body's still shaking with need. Still craving his touch. The touch of a man who stalked and kidnapped me.

What's wrong with me?

My eyes drift to a set of silk pyjamas neatly folded on the bed and I decide the best thing to do is to sleep it off. Perhaps if I climb into bed and snuggle into the soft sheets, this dangerous attraction will go away. I can fall asleep and wake up fresh and new, with a plan on how to escape.

It doesn't work.

My heart still races in my chest and my legs shift restlessly, wanting to ease the ache between them. I could blame the arousal on my loneliness or that my brains just not working properly, but I know it's more than that. It's the feelings he evokes, his touch and his voice, driving me to near insanity.

And that's proof enough that I'm slowly losing my mind.

Sure, Vito - with his tattoos, muscles and broodingly dark eyes - is simply the most gorgeous man I've seen in my life, but he's still a bad man.

Which is what I keep telling myself, over and over in my head as the tension in my belly tightens like a coiled spring. I try to ignore but instead I end up tossing and turning in bed as my body fights my mind.

My body wins.

Kicking the blanket off, my hand slides down the silk pyjamas to cup myself between my legs. I blank my thoughts as I touch my clit with hurried, practiced circles but it does nothing to ease the ache.

Past the point of no return, desperation kicks in and I let the fantasy I've been fighting take over. I imagine Vito on the bed with me, guiding my touches as his other hand wraps around my neck, holding me firmly in place.

I let out a quiet moan as I imagine him fucking me with his fingers while he whispers dirty things in my ear. I've always liked being called names in the bedroom.

"Oh, fuck," I cry out as I reach my climax, "Vito," I moan out his name as my orgasm takes over, praying to God that he can't hear what I'm doing.

I could've gone for another, but with the edge taken off, shame replaced my horniness.

I just got off thinking about my stalker.

And I loved every minute of it.

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I need to get a life.
Seriously, I can't keep doing this.

I've got a few ideas for the next chapter and I'm hoping to write it all from Vito's POV 🤭
Things are about to get SPICYYY

Remember, you're loved, even if you are a filthy little slut who gets off to fictional characters. It'll be our little secret 😉

xoxo