Skyscrapers Fall |18+|

Part XXII

| DAISY |

"I want to come with you," I beg, my eyes following Vito as he paces up and down the dining room.

It's only us two now. We left shortly after Pigeon woke us up, and I'm now sat in Vito's dining room trying to convince him to let me help.

"It would be dangerous having you there," he reasons, "and I know what Mario's like, he has a tendency to go after what's mine," Vito grits his teeth, "I don't want that filth anywhere near you."

I'm tempted to retort back. To yell at him and tell him I'm not his prisoner, but instead I bite my tongue and sit there in silence, hoping he'll change his mind.

"Trust me," he says, "I would never put you in danger, gattina."

Anxiously, I gaze up at him. Uncertainty clouds my vision and I begin questioning if he really would never put me in danger. He's used a knife on me. He's kidnapped me. He's stalked me. Surely he's the one person who has put me in danger more than anyone else?

He must notice my unease, because he stops pacing and takes a step towards me.

"Look at me," he commands, cupping my face with his palm, "you are so special to me, principessa. I would never let anyone hurt you."

Anyone except you, I think to myself.

I almost feel guilty for having these thoughts about him. I care about him so deeply, and yet I'm unsure if he even feels the same way. It's obvious he feels possessive over me, but is that all it is? Does he have any real feelings for me?

Vito closes his eyes and lets out a troubled sigh. He's clearly feeling conflicted.

"I'll think about it," he says, "but I'm not making any promises, your safety is my priority."

I nod and offer him a small smile as a signal of my appreciation. He's no longer pacing but the look on his face is still troubled, he's definitely bothered about all this Sicilian drama.

"My men have signalled our wish for a meeting," Vito states, "it's only a matter of time before we get a response."

"You shouldn't stress so much," I say, standing up and sliding a hand over his shoulder sensually, "just forget about it for now, let your men do their job."

He nods and rolls his head to the side as I begin massaging his shoulder, pushing on all the knots and bumps that have built up over the day.

"You're so tense," I whisper.

He grunts in response but I can feel him begin to relax. Continuing to work at the knots in his muscles, I bring my other hand up to knead his neck, which is just as tight.

His body is so warm and tempting, and I can't help but want him closer.

"It'll be easier if you take your shirt off." I breathe.

Vito raises an eyebrow at me before unclasping the buttons on his shirt and slipping it off his shoulders in one quick movement.

His body is so well-sculpted and broad. Strong, toned muscle stares back at me as I run my eyes along his abdomen. His tattoos snake around almost every inch of skin and I'm yearning to ask if they have a story.

Reaching out a hand, I trace my fingers along his abs, watching as each muscle tenses at the contact.

As my hand reaches the top of his pants, I curve my fingers around his belt pull him in closer to me.

"I want you," I whisper in my best sexy voice.

Vito smiles, his lips less than an inch away from mine. "What happened to my massage?"

I begin unbuckling his belt, "thought I should put my hands to better use."

My words must shock him slightly because he doesn't respond. I trust that if he wanted me to stop and go back to massaging his back he'd say so, so I continue what I'm doing.

I can feel his hardness pressing against me as I unbutton his pants, slowly sinking to my knees.

"Let me help relieve your stress," I purr, wrapping my mouth around his length.

"Oh fuck," he groans, immediately bucking into me. I put one hand on his thigh to steady myself while the other wraps around his base, squeezing slightly as I suck on the tip.

At first he's not rough with me, not like he usually is anyway. It takes a while before he grabs me by the hair and begins thrusting in and out as he pleases.

I love it when he uses my body however he wants, like I'm nothing but a toy for his pleasure. It feels great as long as I know it's not real, which I sincerely hope it isn't.

"Get on the table," Vito growls, "on your back on the table."

Without hesitation, I obey him and climb on top of the table, flipping onto my back. I wait there in anticipation, excited for whatever he has in store for me.

"You'll let me know if it's too much," he pants, "pat my thigh if you need me to stop."

I nod and Vito angles me so that my head leans over the side of the table, my mouth open and ready to take him again.

There's no warning. Vito grabs me by the chin and begins fucking my face with so much force I almost struggle to breathe. His thrusts are rabid and wild and I gag around him as he pushes deeper into my throat.

I can feel blood gushing to my head with the position I'm in and it makes me feel slightly lightheaded.

"Ah, that's it," Vito grunts, his pumps becoming sloppier.

I take this opportunity to reach out and toy with his balls. I cup them in my hand and gently knead them between my fingers, adding to his pleasure.

I can tell he's close when I feel his dick twitch inside me and his balls tense in my hand. I expect to swallow his load, but instead he pulls out and tugs at his shaft. After a few pumps, Vito lets out a deep groan and squirts his semen all over my face. I keep my mouth open in an attempt to catch most of it, but I'm pretty sure an alarming amount landed in my hair.

"That was..." he pants, "fuck, you're good at that."

His words make me grin, and I flip over onto my stomach. He might be finished but I'm only just getting turned on, and I'm in need of some treatment too.

I'm not done just yet.

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