Page 71 of Fight Me Daddy

Calix

I stayed curledup in Gabriele's arms and tucked beneath the blanket. He hadn't let me have any peace in the shower. And after he'd made me cum again with his mouth wrapped around my cock, he carried me into the bedroom. My body still twitched and my cock pulsed. The stinging in my ass made me shudder.

No one's ever fucked me like that before.

I'd always assumed that the sex I had in the past was good. Back then, I'd enjoyed it. Now? If I compared what Gabriele had done to me with past lovers, there was no damn competition. He stroked his fingers over my back in circles, his soft humming sending vibrations through my body as I stayed with my head resting against his bare chest.

"Can you move yet?" Gabriele's deep voice rumbled and I melted against him even more.

"Nope," I answered. "I'm in damn good shape and can't feel my legs," I muttered.

Gabriele chuckled. "Thank you. I take that as a compliment."

"It wasn't," I growled. I reached up and touched the collar around my neck. "When are you taking this off?"

"Never," he answered without a moment of hesitation.

"I have fights and stuff you know," I pointed out.

"And when we reach that bridge we'll cross it." His arms squeezed me against him more tightly. "But for now? It's not coming off," he growled.

I shivered. He means it. I decided it was better to leave it alone than to keep pushing him. Gabriele hadn't let me go since we'd fallen back into bed. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was being clingy.

Maybe he is. Would that be so strange? After everything he's told me and everything I felt when he fucked me, I don't think we're the same anymore.

I stroked my fingers over his chest. I pulled back so I could look at him and as I searched his face I saw something warm and inviting in his eyes. That hard edge that I'd gotten used to seeing had disappeared. My heart hammered in my chest so hard that I had trouble swallowing. What is this?

"You want to ask your questions now, don't you?" Gabriele asked, the corner of his mouth turning down.

I blinked at him. What questions? I racked my brain trying to figure out what he was talking about before it clicked. Before we had sex, he'd promised to answer my questions, any that I had. And I had completely forgotten.

What is he doing to my brain?

Gabriele had turned my mind to mush. And it wasn't just the way he fucked me like a wild beast. No, it was the way he held me and made me feel seen and cherished. Every time he called me Tesoro, I nearly came undone. It wasn't as if he was just calling me his treasure, it was as if he meant it.

I licked my lips. Asking questions was easier than confronting what was going on inside of me. That was something I was going to have to work through later.

"My father," I started. "He's safe?"

"Yes," Gabriele answered. "The moron doesn't know how to hide worth shit," he huffed. "But I made sure I knew where he was. He's been hiding out like I told you, not even going outside." He frowned. "Except for two times when he stepped out and called someone. I assumed it was you."

I frowned. Shit. There had been a few times I'd missed calls, mostly when I was working or training. I'd always assumed it was the normal bill collectors or scammers. I could kick myself.

"Shit," I closed my eyes. "I'm a dumbass."

"For what it's worth, I don't think he would have known what to say," I mumbled. "He always looks conflicted, but he should. Asshole. He abandoned you."

I stared at him. "You've watched him? Personally?"

"Yes," he grunted, no longer looking at me.

"For me?"

Gabriele shifted in bed and sat up. "Enough."

I moved with him and shoved him back against the headboard as he tried to get up. "You said I could ask any question and you'd answer it," I snapped. "Go back on it and I'll kick you out."

"You wouldn't," he said, his eyes narrowing.

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