Chapter 42

"You need something, baby?" Gabe looks up at me. His face buried between my legs.

"I need to come. Please, Gabe, make me come," I tell him shamelessly.

I'm so ready to combust. My hands are above my head, braced by the hook on the door, while one of my legs is over Gabe's shoulder. The other is pushing up on my tiptoes, trying to angle my vagina closer to his mouth. I want his tongue on me. Right now. I think he's getting off on torturing me.

Gabe lifts my other leg, putting all my weight on his shoulders. "Take what you need from me," he says before he swipes his tongue through the centre of my folds, flattening it out on my clit.

"Fuck," I scream as my body shivers with pleasure at the single touch. I'm so worked up. I've been horny since we signed those papers. I don't know what it is, but giving into my heart instead of listening to the doubts constantly in my head has done something to me. I feel… freer than I've ever felt before.

When Gabe agreed to tie himself to me forever, I felt a love like I've never experienced. Which is stupid. It's just a piece of paper, and this man shows me he loves me every day in so many ways. I don't know what it is, but knowing we're married… it's an aphrodisiac.

My thighs tighten around his head. His mouth latches on and starts sucking while my hips gyrate up and down on his tongue. I'm so close. I can feel myself on that edge, ready to fall.

"Gabe!" I cry out as the tidal wave of pleasure hits me. My whole body quakes, and my thighs squeeze his head so hard I'm afraid he might pass out from lack of oxygen.

When my body finally relaxes, and I'm coming down from my high, Gabe looks up at me. "I fucking love when you come."

"That makes two of us." I laugh. My legs drop to the floor, and Gabe stands and lowers his pants before his fist wraps around his cock. "I want to touch you." I pout.

"I like you bound and at my mercy," Gabe says. Then he grabs on to my ass as he lifts me upwards. My legs wrap around his waist and his cock slowly sinks into me. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight. I can feel your cunt still spasming from your orgasm."

He slides out of me until just the tip is left inside and then he slams back in. My back bangs against the door. "Fuck me, Gabe."

"Oh, I plan to, baby. I'm going to fuck you so hard, and then I'm going to lay you out on that bed and make sweet, slow love to my wife," he says.

Whatever words fall from my mouth are nonsensical as he does exactly that. He fucks me until my throat is raw from screaming, my body is drenched in sweat, and goose bumps spread over my skin.

Gabe bites into my shoulder as he comes right after me. We're both panting for breath as he lifts my ass higher and removes my hands from the hook. My arms fall over the back of his head as he walks us to the bed and lays us down, before ducking out from the lock my arms have around his neck. He unties the tie and rubs at my wrists.

"Are you okay?" he asks, inspecting the marks left behind.

"I'm more than okay." I smile up at him. "My husband promised me something about making love."

"You must have a smart husband," Gabe says, his hands moving to my stomach. He lies down next to me. "Give me five minutes, and I'll get right on that. I'll make love to you all night long, Mrs De Bellis," he says.

"Deal."

I wake up to the sound of the shower running. It takes a few moments for recognition to sink in. I'm in a hotel room, with Gabe. I married him yesterday. Holy shit, I'm a wife. No, not just anyone's wife. I'm the wife of Gabrielle De Bellis.

The shower turns off and Gabe walks out with a towel around his waist. "You're awake," he says.

"Uh-huh." My eyes follow the tiny little water droplets dripping down his bare chest. I want to lap them up with my tongue.

"Stop looking at me like you're starved for my cock. As much as I want to give that to you right now, I can't. I have to go and see Gio." He sighs.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's all good. I'll be back as soon as I can. Stay here, order room service, go to the spa. Everything will be billed to the room." Then he leans down and kisses me ever so briefly.

"Gabe, you would tell me if something were wrong, wouldn't you?"

"I will tell you if something is wrong, Daisy. It's nothing. Marcel has more intel on Shelli, and I need to go and help them put the pieces together. Then we're going to have to figure out a way to tell Santo… if we tell him anything at all."

"What did you find out?" I question, and Gabe hesitates. I can see he doesn't want to tell me.

"She was having an affair," he finally says.

"What good would it do for Santo to know that now?" I ask him. "Surely letting him remember their life together the way it was in his mind is better."

"Or maybe if he knows, he can move on from his grief. He's mourning a fucking lie, Daisy," Gabe grunts.

"Or he's mourning his own truth," I counter. "I don't know. If it were me, and you died, I wouldn't want to find out anything that suggests our life wasn't what I thought it was. It'd be like losing you all over again."

"I would never do that to you," Gabe says. "My cock is strictly for your cunt only, baby."

"Anyone ever tell you that you have a way with words?" I laugh.

"No… but I'm glad you think so." He grins at me. I watch as Gabe dresses, before he picks up his phone and wallet. "I'll be back. Don't leave the hotel. We have another night here and I plan on taking full advantage of it."

"I'll be here," I tell him.

The moment he steps out the door, the silence gets to me. I turn on the TV and pick up the phone to order some room service. I don't intend to leave this room. I know Gabe said to go and use the spa and do whatever I wanted. But, honestly, all I want to do is lie here, eat food, and watch some crappy reality show while I wrap my head around the fact that I'm freaking married.

I consider calling the girls and telling them, but something stops me. I don't know if Gabe wants to tell people yet. And that should be a discussion we have together first. Maybe we really can keep this to ourselves for now. Live in our own little bubble of wedded bliss before the opinions of others get thrown in the mix.

I want to share my happiness with them, but I also know they're going to be upset that we eloped and didn't do the whole public wedding thing. Although Gabe says he wants to throw a big reception later on, I don't know if I do.

Who would I even invite? I have three best friends. Gabe's side would be full of people. Shit, El would technically fall into Gabe's side now, considering she's his sister-in-law.

I think the best thing to do is to keep this to ourselves for the time being. Figure out how we're going to tell people later. Though it wouldn't surprise me if Gabe were already yelling it from the rooftops of all the buildings the De Bellis family owns in this city.