Page 24 of Fight Me Daddy

"Where are we going?" I asked, my heart drumming in my ears so hard I could barely hear him. "Gabriele?"

He was silent as he pulled me from the kitchen, up the stairs, and pushed open my bedroom door. How the hell did he know where my bedroom was? I didn't have time to wonder too much longer before he pushed me toward the bed.

"Go to bed. When you wake up, maybe you'll lose the attitude."

I stared at him. "Wait, you're making me go to bed?"

"Yes," he growled. "Is that a problem?" he asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I thought you would do something more...mafia-y."

Gabriele stepped toward me and I moved back. "Like what?"

"Nothing," I muttered, cursing myself for talking too much. But he'd taken me by surprise. "I'll go to bed."

"No, you wanted me to do something more to you, right?" He pushed me back until I fell into the bed. I stared up at him with wide eyes as he climbed on top of me and pinned my wrists to the mattress. "Is this what you had in mind?"

Shit. Shit. Shit. That wasn't at all what I had in mind. I felt my cock harden and I tried to shift so I could close my legs. So he wouldn't feel how turned on I was. But as he glared down at me and his eyes widened I knew that he felt my erection.

"Oh? So that's what you like," Gabriele said, a grin appearing on his lips as he ground against me.

"No! It's not because of you; it's been a long time and I'm-" I licked my lips. "It's the pain meds. Relaxing me and stuff. Get off of me."

Gabriele leaned down and I felt his stiff cock pressing up against mine. He rubbed against me and I sucked in a sharp breath. I tugged my wrists against his hands and he tightened his grip.

"Hold still or you'll hurt yourself," he muttered as he gazed at me. "Don't pretend you don't like this."

My cock twitched and I cursed my stupid body as my brain began to get floaty and tingly from the pain medicine. I hated the way it made me more vulnerable, weaker. Grunting, I tried to pull free, but Gabriele laughed at me and ground his cock against mine even more.

"Is that why you have such a nasty attitude, Gonzalez? Do you need your cock milked so you can think straight?"

"D-don't touch me."

"I haven't touched a thing," he purred as he picked up speed, the friction of his cock against mine making me suck in a sharp breath. "And you're already panting."

"Fuck you!" I snapped as I strained to get him off of me.

"Bullshit," he growled. He captured my wrists with one hand and I heard my zipper come undone as he continued to stare at me. "You can lie all you want, but your face and your body are betraying the fuck out of you. Spread your fucking legs."

I shook my head. No, I don't want this. Gabriele was the kind of man I would have happily climbed into bed with if I didn't know who and what he was. But I did and I refused to sleep with someone who killed without a single care in the world.

"What? Do you like being forced to do things?" Gabriele asked as he rubbed my cock over the fabric of my boxers. "Is that what you need? To be taken?"

"No," I panted as my back arched and I bit my bottom lip. "Gabriele, stop it."

"Are you sure?" he asked. "It seems as if you need to be touched." He pulled my boxers down and the cool air of the overhead fan kissed my aching cock making me shudder. "But if you want me to stop then I will." Gabriele tilted his head at me. "So tell me, is that really want you want, Calix?"

Jesucristo.

My name shouldn't have sounded so good on his lips. The little smirk he wore was smug as if he knew what I was going to say. I wanted to open my mouth and tell him that he could fuck off, that no I didn't want him or anything to do with him. But my hips jerked upward looking for the missing friction and I let out a pathetic whine.

"Really?" He chuckled. "Does that mean you want more?”

I couldn't say yes. Telling him he could touch me was admitting that he wasn't someone I would never want. It would be like I was accepting what he was.

"You don't have to answer," Gabriele cooed as he wrapped his hand around my cock and I let out a moan. "I can tell you want it because you've stopped fighting me. All that barking has calmed down now, hasn't it? Good boy."

I shuddered. "Fuck you," I moaned as I writhed underneath him. "I'm not a dog!"

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