Chapter 6

Ihaven't stopped thinking about Daisy all week. I've seen her, from the shadows. As often as I could. I thought one taste would be enough. Fuck her and move on from this infatuation.

Well, that hasn't exactly worked out too well. I should never have touched her, because now I want her more than I did before. I know what her pussy feels like clenching around my cock… the sounds of her moans… the bite of her nails on my back…

She walks up the pavement, and I step out of the shadows. I'm done waiting. Delayed gratification can kiss my ass. I want her and I want her now. When she finally notices me, she freezes and looks behind her before returning that pale-blue gaze to mine.

I don't say anything. Instead, I place my hands in my pockets. Partly to stop myself from just reaching out and snatching her and partly to disguise the raging fucking hard-on I have after one look at her.

"What are you doing here?" she asks.

I tilt my head. "Most girls would be more concerned with how I know where they live. That should have been your first question."

"But that's not my question. My question is what are you doing here?"

"I want to take you to dinner," I tell her.

"Dinner?" Daisy repeats the word while scrunching up her face.

"Yeah, the thing people eat under the cover of darkness." I smirk at her.

Daisy lets her eyes travel up and down my body. When they eventually make their way back to my own, she smiles. "You don't want dinner. You want to fuck me," she states.

"Why can't I want both?"

"Let's skip the pleasantries of what society expects us to do with the whole dinner thing when we both know where the night will end. It's been a hell of a week, and I want to go upstairs and sleep. So, if you want to fuck me into a sex-induced coma, you can come up. If you're insistent on eating dinner, I suggest you find someone else to accompany you." With that, she steps around me and punches in the code for her building.

I follow her inside and stand behind her as she hits the elevator button with more force than is necessary. When the doors open, we both step forward and ride up to her floor in silence.

I can hear her heart beating faster. Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession. Then a loud ping fills the space as the doors open again. I wait for Daisy to walk out first before trailing closely behind her. She takes her time unlocking her front door, pushing through when the key clicks into place, and leaves it ajar for me to follow her through. I shut it behind me, making sure it's locked before I continue inside and find her in the kitchen. She slams her bag down on her counter, and without a word, she walks right past me and down a small hallway.

I watch as she reaches up and drags the zipper down the back of her dress. I'm two steps behind her when she lets the material fall to the floor and then continues walking into her bedroom. I take a moment to look around the space. It's nice, decorated in pale creams and lilacs. There's a dresser full of little ceramic ornaments and a queen bed with light purple sheets, which she climbs on top.

"Did you come to inspect my bedroom or my body?" she questions with a sarcastic lift of a brow.

"I came to take you out for dinner," I remind her before stalking towards the bed.

Daisy pushes up on her knees. Her hand reaches behind her back and she unclasps her bra, letting it flutter to the floor. Her breasts, the fucking spectacular things of beauty that they are, are mine for the taking now. They're a decent size, a C-cup, enough to fill my hands and my mouth.

"What's your name?" she asks.

"You often let men into your home whose names you don't know?" The thought of how careless she's being with her own safety pisses me off. And the fact that it pisses me off leaves me both pissed off and confused. Why do I even care? I'm here to get my dick reacquainted with her cunt. I'm not here for anything else. Although I would have taken her to dinner. I wasn't lying about that.

"Only the ones I know can give me the kind of pleasure that rivals any of my toys." She smiles, leans over to her bedside drawer, and pulls it open. Then she digs in and retrieves a string of foil packets.

"Why the fuck do you have those?"

"Because a girl can never be too careful, and your little stunt in the kitchen had me sitting in the clinic for an hour on Monday morning waiting to get tested. You might not have a problem with it, but I don't have that kind of time to waste."

"You could have just asked me. I'm clean as a whistle." I start unbuttoning my shirt.

"I still don't know your name, so how would I ask you anything?" she counters.

"Gabrielle De Bellis. Gabe," I tell her.

"De Bellis. You're one of Gio's brothers?" she asks.

"I am."

"Eloise says I'm not allowed to touch you." Daisy smirks.

"Guess you should lie back and let me do all the touching then," I tell her while kneeling up on the bed and tossing my shirt onto the floor.

"That's like taking a kid to a toy store and telling them they can't touch. I want to touch." Daisy's hand reaches out and lands on my chest. She trails her fingertips down over my abs before running them back up. Across my pecs and along my shoulders.

I let her explore my body while I undo my belt, remove it from around my waist, and place it next to me on the bed. I go to undo my pants and Daisy swats my arm aside.

"Let me," she says, unbuttoning my pants and pulling down on the zipper. Then she reaches into my underwear and wraps a palm around my cock. Her chest rises as she inhales deeply, and I close my eyes to enjoy the sensation of her skin on mine.

"Fuck, how is it even your hand feels like fucking heaven wrapped around my cock?" I ask her. I push up on my knees, tug her arm away, and throw her backwards on the bed as I reach for the tiny bit of lace covering her pussy. "I've been thinking about this all fucking week." Then I slide her underwear down her legs.

"Mmm, you should probably get some hobbies then," she muses.

"I've got a hobby already. Fucking you is my new favourite thing to do." I move off the bed and step out of my shoes, then my pants.

I look down and stare at her in amazement. That's when I notice the small scars across her lower abdomen, so low that the waistband of her panties hides them perfectly. I reach down, spread her thighs open, and spot more tiny little marks. I know what healed-over knife wounds look like and she's been cut into, intentionally, multiple fucking times. Accidental injuries scar differently. I should know. It's like how a skilled surgeon can spot another doctor's work. There are subtleties the profession teaches you.

"Who did this?" I ask, running my fingers over one of the marks.

"No one. I was a clumsy kid." She shoves my hand aside and pins me with a glare. "Are you here to inspect my every flaw or fuck me?"

"You don't have a single fucking flaw I can see." I ignore the fact the woman just straight-out lied to me, pick up one of her foil packets, and tear it open with my teeth. "Are you sure this is necessary?" I ask while sheathing my cock.

"If you want to put that thing inside me, then, yes, it's very much necessary," she says, spreading her legs wide for my viewing pleasure. Her pussy fucking glistens. Calls to me.

Climbing back up on the bed, I position myself between her thighs and run a hand right up the centre. Her wetness coats the tip of my finger, and I bring it to my mouth before sucking it in.

"Fuck me. Do you eat a lot of pineapple?" I ask her.

"No, why?"

I dip my finger back in and scoop up some more of her. "Because this is the sweetest fucking pussy I've ever tasted," I tell her.

Daisy's face screws up. "Yeah, don't compare me to other conquests. At least not out loud."

"There is no comparison," I tell her. I want to lie down and feast on her. But first, my cock needs the relief it's been seeking all week. "You ready?"

She dips her head into a slight nod before I slam into her in one thrust. She's fucking tight, so fucking tight. I still once I'm bottomed out, giving her body time to adjust to the intrusion.

"You good?" I ask while looking down at her.

"I'd be better if you stopped talking and started fucking," she huffs.

I pull out and thrust in, lifting her hips off the bed as I drill into her over and over again. "How's this for fucking you?"

"Better," she moans. "Shit, fuck!"

Pulling out again, I flip her onto her stomach. Then I grab her waist, position her until she's on her knees, and slam my cock back into her. Before I reach over her body, wrap her ponytail around my fist, and tug her head in my direction.

"Oh, fuck!" Her screams are fucking music to my ears as I continue to pound into her. Her pussy clamps around me, spasming as her first orgasm of the night hits her and my name spills from her lips. Urging me on.

"Again," I grit out as I fuck her harder. "Say it again. I want to hear you scream my name."

"Gaaabe!" she wails.

She's so fucking wet, so fucking responsive to me. The slaps of our bodies slamming together mixed with the way she calls out my name and the thud of the bedpost hitting the wall create a soundtrack I want to hit record on.

My free hand comes down and smacks her ass, lightly. Her pussy clenches and weeps with the sting. The next smack is harder, and her body reacts to it just as deliciously. "Fucking perfect." I rub the red skin of her ass cheek.

"Again," she says.

I deliver three more slaps to her ass and she's coming on my cock. I can't hold back any longer and follow her into the abyss. "Fuck. Yes," I grit out as my seed fills the condom buried deep inside her.

I pull my cock free, let go of her hair, and fall next to her on the messed-up pile of sheets. Daisy rolls onto her side and looks at me. "Well, that was fun," she says.

"That was only the beginning." I stand from the bed. Walk out of her room and into the bathroom. She doesn't question how I know where it is. She should.

When I walk back in again, I see that Daisy hasn't moved. I climb onto the bed and lie down beside her.

"Why do I feel like I know you?" she asks.

I've been asking myself the same fucking question since the moment I saw her. "You don't know me," I tell her.

"I know that, but when I look at you, I get this feeling. Like déjà vu. Like I've been here before. Experienced this before."

"I fucked your headache away last week. You have been here before." I laugh.

"Not that. Never mind. It's stupid," she says.

"It's not stupid. It's just impossible for you to know me. I wouldn't have forgotten if I met you somewhere before. In this life or another. You're not the forgettable type," I tell her.

"You don't even know me."

"Okay, well, your pussy isn't the forgettable type. I happen to know that part of you very well." I roll her over so she's flat on her back. "Actually, I think it's time I got to know it on a more intimate level."

"You just fucked me six ways to Sunday. How could you possibly know my vagina any more intimately?" Daisy raises her eyebrows in question while leaning up on her elbows to look at me.

I move down her body until my shoulders are rested between her thighs. "Oh, there is so much more exploring to be done," I say before running my tongue through the centre of her folds.

"Ohhh. Well, explore away." She grins as she flops back down on her back.

I wasn't waiting for an invitation. I plan on taking my time. Enjoying every bit of her cunt. I want her taste embedded on my tongue.