Chapter 36

After showering and changing into my pyjamas, I jump into bed and open the book I bought at the markets. The mafia romance. I haven't had a chance to start it yet. I also need to call my friends and let them know that I'm fine. But I just don't have the energy for that at the moment.

Instead, I lose myself to the fictional world. I let myself live in the pages of the story, and before I know it, it's close to midnight. So I shut the book and set it on my bedside table. Then I snuggle into the blankets and close my eyes, but sleep doesn't come. Something's missing. No, not something. Someone. I consider picking up my phone and calling Gabe, begging him to come back so I can sleep in his arms.

I force myself out of bed, throw a hoodie on over my pjs, and slide my feet into my slippers. Then I shuffle over to the window in the living room. And sure enough, one of the De Bellis cars is parked out on the street below. I have no idea who's in it, but I know they work for Gabe.

Picking up my phone and keys, I lock my apartment and walk out of my building. Towards the car in question. Where I then tap on the driver's side window of the blacked-out SUV. The glass slides down, and a face I recognise but can't put a name to appears.

"Is everything okay, ma'am?" the man asks.

"It's Daisy, not ma'am. And everything's fine. Can you take me to Gabe's? Please?"

"Sure, jump in," he says. I walk around and climb into the passenger seat, while the guy looks at me like I've grown two heads.

"What?" I question him.

"Ah, nothing. It's just… usually, people sit in the back." He pulls out into the traffic as soon as I have my seat belt plugged in.

"You're not my chauffeur, and I'm not a spoilt brat. I'm not sitting in the back if you're the only one up here," I tell him.

"It's safer for you in the back," he says.

"I'll take my chances."

When we pull up to the De Bellis estate, he enters a code into the gate. This is exactly why I didn't drive myself. I don't know that code. I've never needed to know it.

"Thank you," I tell him as I jump out of the car and walk up to the door, which opens before I even have a chance to knock.

"Ma'am." Another man in a black-on-black suit nods at me.

"Thanks. Ah, do you know where I can find Gabe?" I ask him.

"I'd try his bedroom, ma'am," he says.

"Thank you." I walk towards the stairs and immediately realise how impulsive and stupid it was for me to just rock up here in the middle of the night.

What if I wake everyone up? Or what if Gabe's not even here?

I did tell him to go out, have fun with his brothers. My stomach fills with butterflies when I reach his door and turn the handle. There's a light coming from under the door to his room, and when I step inside, I find Gabe sitting up in his bed with the bedside lamp switched on. He's reading that journal I gave to Marcel. He looks up at me, surprise evident on his face.

"I should have called," I say.

"You don't need permission to come here, Daisy. Shut the door." He gestures behind me.

I click it closed and slowly make my way over to the bed. I pull the hoodie over my head and kick off my slippers. "I couldn't sleep without you," I admit.

"Yeah, I have that same problem," Gabe says, shutting the journal and setting it on the bedside table.

"You know I gave that to Marcel, so you wouldn't have to take on more of your brothers' problems," I tell him.

"My brothers' problems are my problems, Daisy. I can't not help them if I have the ability."

"Find anything useful?"

"Not a lot. We're not telling Santo about this yet. We don't want him going over the edge any more than he already has."

"He lost his fiancée. It's understandable for him to be drowning in grief. I can't even imagine what he's feeling."

"I can," Gabe says. "When I found out you booked that flight and intended to leave, I felt a loss unlike anything I've ever felt before." Gabe pulls me against him, my legs straddling his waist while his hands cup each side of my face. "I didn't handle that very well. I really am sorry. But it got you back to where you belong so I'm not sorry for that."

"Where is it that I belong?" I ask him.

"Right here with me," Gabe says before bringing his lips down onto mine.

My tongue darts into his mouth, swirling around his. And my hips grind down, his hard cock rubbing against my clit through the thin layer of clothing. "Too much clothes," I say, breaking away from the kiss.

"I agree." Gabe flips me over, and I land on my back in the middle of the bed with his body hovering on top of me. My camisole comes up over my head and then he's sliding my shorts and panties along my legs. "Fuck me. You're perfect. Spread those thighs for me, baby. Show me what's mine." My legs open as wide as I can get them, and Gabe licks his lips as he stares at me. "So fucking mine," he says before dipping his head between my thighs. Then I feel his tongue sweep up through my folds.

"Shit." My legs close around his head, the sensations his tongue creates almost too much too fast.

Gabe's hands land on my upper thighs, pushing my legs down onto the mattress, spreading me wide open again. He blows on my clit, causing shivers to run through me.

"Fuck. Gabe." I grab on to his head and push his mouth onto my mound. I need more. I need him to give me what I know only he can.

He doesn't need any further encouragement. Gabe's tongue delves into my opening, licking me from every possible angle before he moves up to my clit. He pushes two fingers into me while swirling his tongue around. And those fingers… They curl up inside me, hitting that magic spot. When his mouth closes over me and he sucks, I lose every ounce of control I had over my body as the orgasm of all orgasms hits me hard and fast. My palm comes up to cover my mouth when I hear myself screaming his name. My legs shake while my every nerve ending is alight with pleasure.

Gabe moves my hand aside. "Don't ever cover your screams, baby. I want the whole fucking world to hear you scream my name."

"I don't want to wake the whole house, Gabe," I tell him.

"I do." He laughs, before pulling his shorts down as he settles himself between my legs. "I fucking love fucking you," he says while plunging inside me.

"Mmhmm. You do it so well," I tell him. My hands find his shoulders and explore along the length of his arms.

"Really? So we don't need to add role play to liven up this sex life of ours?" he asks me with a quirked brow.

"Gabe, shut up and fuck me already. It's late and I have to go to work tomorrow."

"With pleasure," he says. Gabe pushes my legs up to rest my knees near my shoulders. Then he holds my feet while spreading my thighs. He watches as his cock slides in and out. Hitting me deep and hard each time he drives forward.

"Oh god," I cry out.

"That's it. I can feel your cunt pulsing for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel. Soak my cock in your juices," he says, picking up his pace.

And it's as if my body wants to please him. I come on his demand. I can feel my wetness coating my inner thighs, and the sounds of him pumping into me echo through the room.

"Fuck yes," Gabe grunts. "Again," he says. "I want another one."

I shake my head. Is he insane? There's no way I can come again.

Dropping my legs, Gabe slides his palms under my back and he pulls me upright so I'm straddling him as he sits on his haunches. "Ride me, baby. Use me to get yourself off," he says, his lips pressing sloppy wet kisses down my neck.

I push up and start a rhythm of circling my hips down onto him. My clit grinds against his pelvis, and it really doesn't take long before I can feel the build-up of another orgasm. I've never had so many orgasms in one night. Until Gabe. It's almost as if he has a personal best he attempts to beat every time.

I'm not complaining. Because, well, I'm not an idiot. Who's going to complain about getting out-of-this-world orgasms?

Gabe palms the cheeks of my ass, massaging the globes as I circle my hips against him. "Fucking perfect," he says. "Your cunt is trying to milk me, Daisy. But it's not getting what it wants until I feel you come again."

I want to feel him come too. I want to know that he gets pleasure from my body. I lift up on my knees and slam back down onto him, repeating the movements until I feel that fluttering of fireflies in the pit of my stomach.

"Gabe, fuck." I bite into his shoulder as I come again.

Gabe moves his hips upwards, fucking me until he stiffens and his seed spills inside me. "I'm so fucking glad you came over," he says breathlessly.

"Me too." I smile down at him.