Skyscrapers Fall |18+|

Part X

| DAISY |

My head was throbbing violently, all the blood in my body gushing to my temples in an attempt to calm the growing agony.

A bright light shines from above me as I lie there squinting, blinking up at the figure stood over me.

What happened?

"You're awake." Vito states, grinning from above me, "I was growing worried." His voice is low and deep as ever, warming my insides despite his obvious case of crazy.

"I'm f-fine," I cough, my words come out in a whisper-like tone, not at all what I had intended.

Vito raises a brow, that sexy smile still plastered on his face, "fine." He parrots.

I consider responding, but there's something about his demeanour I find unsettling, like he's about to burst through the seams. "Are you fine?" I ask.

His smile disappears and he stares at me, deadpan, "you fainted."

Well aren't you a keen observer, Mr Vecellio.

I snort through my nose. This whole situation is absurd and we both know it. "Yes, I fainted, but I'm now." I try to be as firm as possible with my words, but there's an anger bubbling inside Vito that I fear is close to exploding.

"Why?" He simply asks, "was it the gunshot? It scared you?"

I choose not to reply. I don't feel like talking and I definitely don't feel like explaining my past trauma to him. I've never been keen on therapy or opening up with anyone. Some things are just better left in the past, unopened and unexplored. This is one of those things.

Now that it's quiet, I become acutely aware of the distance between us. I'm sat up in bed, in nothing but a nightie, and he's stood over me, fully dressed. My cheeks burn at the sight. "Did you undress me?" I ask, breathlessly.

Vito swallows, his gaze lowering and taking in my body. "Perhaps," is all he says.

He took my clothes off while I passed out?

I feel my face grow redder at the thought of him stripping off my clothes while I lay there unconscious. As awful as it sounds, I'm not angry, instead I feel a burning heat build in the pit of my stomach.

I can't get turned on thinking about him doing things to me while i'm passed out, that's not okay, Daisy.

"As much as I wanted to, I didn't touch you," he clarifies, "though it seems the thought is turning you on."

My jaw drops as another sick smile pulls at his lips, I can't have him knowing that, it would give him too much power.

I spring out of the bed, desperate to escape his imposing aura, "I can guarantee you, it does not turn me on." I lie.

"I can see it," Vito growls, "dripping down your thigh."

If my cheeks grew any redder, they would be sure to explode. I let out a huff, opening my mouth to respond, but before I have the chance, he pulls me over to him, pressing his soft lips against mine and destroying my train of thought.

I moan into his mouth, heat pooling between my legs. I clench my thighs, trying to maintain any last speck of control over my body.

Vito trails his hands down my body, lifting my nightie up to expose my soaking cunt. I let out a small squeal when I felt his hand come down to slap my ass, only fuelling my desire.

"Bed. Now." It wasn't a question, it was an order, and I don't even have time to comply before being thrown onto the bed, Vito climbing on top of me and kissing down my jawline and neck, licking and biting at my sensitive flesh.

The pad of his thumb rubs me through my panties, making me clench my thighs around his hand. He pries my legs apart, moving the wet material to the side and shoving a finger deep inside my pussy.

His other hand comes up to cover my mouth, muffling my scream at the sudden intrusion, and he leans into my ear, adding another finger.

"Are you gonna be a good little slut for me and keep quiet?" He rasps, his warm breath tickling my ear.

I nod and he removed his hand from my mouth, reaching down to his waistband.

"Good," he purrs, his teeth grazing against my ear as he speaks, "because if you're not..."

I hear a click and feel cold metal press against my temple. My eyes at him, lips parting to speak but I'm immediately cut off.

"Shhh, it's okay," he coaxes, "be a good girl for me and I won't shoot, okay?"

Never in my life have I been so aroused and I have no idea why. Fear shoots its way through my body, wrapping itself around my thoughts and ensuring I stay quiet. Vito knows I'm scared of guns, he watched me faint right in front of him just at the sound of a gunshot, having one pressed into my head is a whole other story. He has the ability to pull the trigger and shoot me dead, kill me just as my father was killed. I am completely under his control.

And a part of me loves it.

He starts trailing kisses down to my collar bone, pulling my shirt over my head and proceeding to unclasp my bra. The gun stays firmly pressed against my temple the whole time.

"Oh fuck.." I moan, squirming at the feeling of his fingers slamming into me, "please, Vito, I can't-"

He presses a finger against my lips, silencing me, "shh, you're not coming yet," he growls, biting at my neck, "not until I taste you."

After discarding my skirt and panties, he grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed, slapping my inner thigh as he does. Although the gun is no longer aimed for my head, it's now pressed hard into my hip, sending a shiver up my spine.

Vito retains full eye contact as he leans down, not once does he break it.

Oh God.

No one had ever eaten me out before, I don't know what to expect, my ex was only ever concerned with his own pleasure so he never bothered to please me.

This was not something I was used to.

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To be continued....

Steamy stuff.