Chapter 11

Never in a million years did I think I'd be on a tropical island watching my friend get married. Who the hell gets married after a few short months of dating?

Eloise does. That's who.

This girl never does anything that you'd expect. She fell and she fell hard for Gio. Who seems to be as equally obsessed with her. My heart is full of joy for my friend. She deserves her happily ever after.

I look across the aisle to find Gabe staring at me. I frown at him and subtly shake my head. I arrived here yesterday, and the moment I walked into my assigned room, he was there waiting for me. Naked.

I wasn't disappointed—that's for sure. I was, however, scared we'd be caught. I don't want anything to take away from my friend's day. This is about her marrying the man of her dreams. I'm not going to do anything to ruin that for her.

If that means I have to show some restraint and stay away from the six-foot-two temptation that is Gabrielle De Bellis, then so be it. I'm going to pretend that his eyes are not undressing me right now. I'm going to sit here and pretend that every fibre in my body isn't alight with anticipation. Just waiting for his touch.

Nope, I don't want him to touch me.If I repeat that in my head enough times, I might start believing it.

I told him as much last night, after I caved, because I'd like to see one woman walk into a room with a naked Gabe De Bellis waiting for them and not jump on to ride that ride as fast as humanly possible.

Was he happy that I put up a wall between us for the weekend?

No, not at all. His tantrum reminded me of a spoilt toddler being told he couldn't have his favourite treat. Just remembering his pout brings a smile to my face. And I'm guessing, if the look he's giving me right now is anything to go by, he's not planning on sticking to our agreement at all.

I will be strong. I will not cave. I can do this. It's one weekend. And I refuse to be ruled by someone's cock, no matter how good that someone is at using it.

"The ceremony was beautiful," I tell Eloise while hugging her tight. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you. I can't believe I'm married." She beams back at me, pulling away and staring at her ring finger.

"Well, clearly, Gio is smart. He knew he found a good thing and put a ring on it." I laugh.

"That I did," Gio chimes in, walking up and wrapping an arm around El's waist. "I'm stealing my wife back."

Everyone is having a great time, dancing and drinking the night away. I chose not to drink. I need to be as clear-headed as possible to withstand Gabe. Who is approaching me right now with a devious look on his face.

"Have I told you how fucking good you look?" he asks.

"Once or twice," I say, glancing around to see if anyone notices me talking to him. Thankfully no one does. Or at least they don't appear to.

"Here." Gabe places a key card in my palm. "Meet me in my room in five minutes. If you're not there, I will find you and I won't care who sees me haul your ass out over my shoulder," he adds in a threatening, oddly arousing tone.

"Gabe, we agreed not to do this," I tell him despite my hormones.

"No, you suggested it. I told you it was a shit idea." His lips tip up at one corner. "See you in five, baby," he says before stepping around me.

My knees are shaky, weak just from that small encounter with this man. I really am losing all my fight. Am I really considering meeting him in his room? Do I believe he'd carry through on his threat?

Yes, I do.

Which is exactly why I find myself walking out of the reception area and towards the villa he's staying in. The door swings open before I get a chance to knock. His arm snakes out and wraps around my waist, pulling me inside. Then the door slams behind me and my back is pressed up against the closest surface. Gabe's lips slam down on me, my mouth opens for him, and his tongue starts to duel with mine. His hands move down and palm my ass.

"Fuck, I need you," he growls. Gabe spins me around so my front is pressed up against the door. His lips kiss along my neck. "You have no idea how bad I want you right now. This dress, fuck, Daisy." His teeth nip at my neck.

The sound of my zipper being undone echoes through the room. The only other noise is my rapid breathing.

"I think I have an idea," he says, and then I feel his hard-on pressed into my back. The thin straps of my dress are tugged down my arms, and the material is left to pool in a heap at my feet. Until I'm left standing in front of him in nothing but a lace G-string. "Goddamn, you are perfection." Gabe takes a step back. "Turn around."

I pivot and find him walking towards the bed until the undersides of his legs hit the frame. He's just staring at me.

"I don't even know where to start with you tonight," he says, his eyes darkening with each second that passes.

I don't move. I stay rooted to the spot. "Well, you should make up your mind before I throw my dress back on and decide to return to that party," I tell him.

"We both know you're not going anywhere, baby." He smirks as he undoes his tie, yanking it off his neck. "Walk to me," he says. "Slowly."

I lift my foot up, intending to take off the glittery gold stilettos I'm wearing, when his harsh voice stops me.

"Leave the shoes on."

My foot hits the floor again, and I take slow steps towards him. Our eyes never stray from each other. When I finally reach him, I can see just how turned on he is. His cock strains against the confines of his dress pants.

"Kneel," he says.

My eyes widen. He did not seriously just tell me to kneel for him. I'm even more shocked when my body obeys, and I find myself on the floor in front of him.

"Fucking perfect," he hums. "Do you trust me, Daisy?"

I consider his question. Really think about it. I trust that he's going to give me mind-numbing pleasure, but do I trust him with anything else?

The thing is, I have major trust issues. There aren't many people in this world I actually trust other than my three best friends.

"In some ways," I tell him honestly.

"I'll take that." He smiles, but I can see the disappointment in his eyes. "Put your hands behind your back."

I do as he instructs. Gabe leans behind me and wraps his tie around my hands. I tug against the restraints. There's no movement. I can feel slight panic rise in my chest, but for the first time, I can't tell if it's real or if it's because I think it should be there.

Gabe holds my chin in his fingers, forcing my eyes to meet his. "At any time, if you want to stop, just say the word and we will stop. I won't ever do anything you're not willing to do, Daisy," he says.

His words bring tears to the corners of my eyes. I have to blink them away. Now is not the time to break down. "I'm good," I tell him.

"Oh, I know you are." Gabe says, letting go of my chin before he runs his fingers through my hair to tuck it behind my ear. He then proceeds to undo his pants and lowers them to his knees. His cock stands at attention. Hard with precum leaking from the tip. He grabs the base and points his cock towards my lips. "Lick it."

I bend forward, sticking my tongue out and running it from the base up to the top, circling around before making my way back down.

"Fuck!" Gabe hisses. "Suck me, baby."

"With pleasure," I tell him before my mouth closes around him.

He's thick and heavy. I do my best to take him as far down my throat as I can without gagging. Which isn't far. It's also not easy to give a blow job with your arms tied behind your back. In case you're wondering. Usually I'd be using my hands to limit how far down I take him.

Gabe's hands tangle in my hair, and his thumb strokes down my cheek in a soothing motion. It's an odd sensation, considering what I'm doing. "Breathe through your nose and relax. You can take all of me, Daisy," he says. His hands guide my head down, and I try to relax my throat. Then he's pulling me back up. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he growls before guiding me back down again."That's it. So fucking good, baby. So damn good," he says as he continues to fuck my mouth.

Because, at this point, I'm just kneeling here. He's doing all the work, guiding me, setting the pace. Not that I don't like it. I'm so turned on right now I can feel my wetness coating my inner thighs. I wish my arms weren't tied behind my back. I need to touch myself, or I need Gabe to touch me.

"I'm going to come and you're going to swallow it all," Gabe says.

I smile around him. As if I'm not going to swallow it.

This is the first time I've sucked him off. It's also the first time I've done it with my hands bound. Before I can contemplate the fact that I've so easily let him get me in such a vulnerable position, he's squirting down my throat. I swallow and he pulls me off his cock, using his thumb to wipe the small bit of cum that leaked down my chin. His thumb presses into my mouth and I suck it clean.

"Where the fuck have you been all my life?" he asks me.

"Careful, Gabe, I'm not the girl you fall in love with," I warn him.

His stare penetrates, bores through me. I can't tell what he's thinking, and it's making me nervous. Then he reaches behind my back, pulls on the tie, and releases my hands before he picks me up off the floor.

I end up on top of him as he lays back on the bed. "Sit on my face. I need a taste," he says.

I don't need to be told twice. I move up his body, my knees on each side of his head until I'm hovering over his face. Gabe doesn't give me any warning before he's pulling me down and his mouth is fucking me.