Page 12 of Plucking His Daisy

I laid awake last night and watched my princess sleep for a long time. She looked so peaceful. She looked so fucking happy with the small smile on her lips. Part of me wondered if I was too rough with her, but I pushed it aside.

She loved every single second of me taking her and she deserved a little pain with her pleasure, especially because she put herself in danger. I won’t stand for her doing that shit again. I’d lose my fucking mind if something happened to her. I wouldn’t be able to live in a world where she doesn’t exist.

I’d rather bring the rest of the world down into hell than live without her. I would do it, too. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but something has awoken me to find my arms wrapped around my woman and her breathing deep and even. I’m about to burrow myself back against her when my phone starts to ring again, and I know instantly what woke me up. I fight against the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and let go of Daisy to roll toward my nightstand to grab my phone.

My voice is deep and gruff, “Hello?”

“Lorenzo,” Elio sounds frantic, “do you know where Daisy is?” I swallow hard but before I can answer him, he’s babbling. “She’s not at home. She didn’t come home at all last night and her phone is off. Her car is still here, and I don’t have a way to track her.”

“Elio,” I keep my voice even, “she’s with me.”

The silence on the other end of the line makes my heart beat hard in my chest. I was planning to go see him and tell him everything while promising to be the best protector and man for his sister that I can be. She makes me a better man while embracing all the dark parts of my soul.

I open my mouth to repeat myself or say…something, but he cuts me off before I get the chance, his voice a low, threatening growl, “What the fuck do you mean Daisy, my little baby sister Daisy, is with you?”

“I mean what I said, Elio,” I keep the snark out of my voice and remain calm. Getting upset and pissing him off farther isn’t going to solve anything. It sure as fuck won’t save my ass, my fate is in the hands of the angels at this point. “She’s with me. She’s safe,” I emphasize the last word. “We’ll be by in a little while and we can talk about it over breakfast.”

“Yes,” his voice is sinister, “let’s talk about it over breakfast. I haven’t killed anyone in the dining room in a long fucking time.”

My eyes slam shut at the threat, but I knew what I was getting into and I’m not going to back down. I sure as fuck am not going to beg for my life. If the man wants me dead, then that’s what will happen. I can only hope he’ll let me explain first. I need him to understand.

I know the betrayal burning through his veins right now. It is exactly what I was trying to avoid for so fucking long. But she’s worth it. I would risk my life again and again for just a taste of her.

Before I can say anything, Elio hangs up and I let out a sigh. When I turn back toward my sleeping princess, I to find her blue eyes staring up at me, wide and full of fear.

Her voice is filled with panic, “I won’t let him kill you. I wanted this. I wanted this for so fucking long, Lorenzo. You’re the only man I’ve ever loved, the only one I ever wanted.” Her eyes fill with tears, and it breaks something inside of me. I’ve seen a lot of facets of my Daisy, but never this one. Never fucking this one. “I won’t give you up,” she says fiercely as tears start to slide down her face as if she’s already lost me.

I cup her face in my hands and roll us so she’s draped over my body. “You’re not going to lose me. Stop talking like I’m already dead,” she flinches, “and buried. I will go up against your brothers. I’ll go up against the entire fucking world if it means I get to have you when only rubble surrounds us.”

I pull her down to me and kiss her like she’s the air I breathe and every ounce of goodness in the world. Because she fucking is. She so is and I’m a damn lucky bastard to be able to get even a taste of her.

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” I rumble against her lips. “I resisted you for so long because I knew I’d never be able to give you up. I’ll never ask you to choose where your loyalty lies. I pushed you away even though you’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.” Her eyes widen and she gasps, her pretty pink lips still swollen from the kisses and her naked body on top of mine acting as a reminder of the way I snatched her cherry from her. My voice drops to a husky rasp, “I love you so much, Daisy.”

Her words come out slowly, “You love me?”

I nod, my eyes never leaving hers so she can see the truth there. “It started out as a simple kind of love, but then I saw the woman you were growing up to be and it changed. It was wrong even then since you weren’t 18 yet, but I knew there wasn’t anyone else in this world for me. It’s the reason I tried to stay away from you. I didn’t trust myself. I didn’t want to put you in a position to choose.” I close my eyes and breathe out slowly. “I was a coward.”

She scoffs and my eyes pop open. “You’re one of the bravest, most fearless men I’ve ever met, Lorenzo. You rival my brothers in your fierce loyalty. I’m lucky to have even a sliver of it.”

My hands tangle in her hair, and I give a sharp tug which has her pupils dilating and a moan escaping her lips. “You have all of it,principessa, not a sliver. The Agosti I am loyal to above all others is you.”

She buries her face in my neck and I press kisses to her hair, lounging in the warmth of her, soaking up the sweetness. If this is the last time, then it’s enough. I can kick myself for waiting, for missing out on so many more moments like this, but I can’t go back and change the past. I’ll have to deal with the consequences of my actions.

I will for her. Always for her.

We shower together and I can’t help but lift her up against the tile walls and slip my cock inside of her. She might be sore, but she doesn’t show it in the way she wraps around me as her nails dig into my shoulders. I try and be gentle, I try and fuck her slow and sweet, but the heat of her tight pussy pushes my control until it snaps, and I can’t hold back.

I fuck her with hard, fast strokes, our moans and groans rising above the sound of the water hitting the floor. She arches her back and exposes her neck to me as I kiss her there, nipping at her skin and sucking it into my mouth. It might be a horrible idea, but I mark her as mine for everyone to see. There will be no way for her to cover it up and I don’t want her to.

I want evidence of my claim right there on her body. I want everyone to see it. Even if it fades after Elio takes my life. I know it’s there now and that is enough. If I’m lucky enough to live to see another day then I’ll keep that mark fresh, always fucking fresh.

Because she’ll always be mine.

As my hips snap against hers, I growl, “Whose pussy is this?”

Her walls clamp down around my cock as her blue eyes, hazy with lust and love, meet mine. “Yours. Your pussy, Lorenzo,” she screams out as she comes all over my shaft and I can’t hold back, tipping over the edge with her.

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