Page 9 of Plucking His Daisy

There is no red tape when we’re dealing with a problem. There is no one to answer to. Justice is swift and relentless.

The car ride home is silent as I force myself to watch the road instead of keeping an eye on my woman beside me. My princess. My Daisy. Fuck, she’s gorgeous and the little peeks from beneath my suit coat of the lingerie she has on is a tempting tease which has desire ripping through me and leaving me bare in its wake.

When we get to the underground parking, I don’t give her time to open her door before I’m there and scooping her up in my arms again. The little squeak of surprise she lets out is damn adorable, something I’ve never thought about a woman I’ve been with before. I’m still agitated as we ride up my personal elevator to get to my place. She’ll be safe and secure here; the knowledge of that eases some of my worries but does nothing for my feelings of possessiveness.

I don’t think anything will.

The moment we’re inside my place, Daisy’s eyes widen, and her jaw drops as she sees the open floor plan and the large windows overlooking Manhattan. I breathe a sigh of relief, not even realizing how worried I was about her liking my place. It’s her place now too.

“It’s not the Agosti mansion,principessa,” my voice sounds resigned, “but it’s home.”

“No, Lorenzo,” she gasps, “it’s gorgeous.”

When she wiggles in my arms, I reluctantly let her down and she walks right over to the windows, looking like a fucking goddess with the lights of the city illuminating her. And she looks like mine, all mine. Because she didn’t tuck her arms inside of my jacket, it slips off her shoulders and the sight I’m met with makes my mouth water. She turns toward me slowly, the innocence her lingerie projects knocking me straight in the gut.

“I like this better than the mansion. This view makes me feel like I’m not removed from the city, even though it’s so high up,” there’s a dreamy quality to her voice which makes me want her even more.

“Manhattan is all about high up,” I remind her. She grins at me and then turns back to the windows. “You should look down on your subjects like this,principessa.” She looks over her shoulder and rolls her eyes, but I see the small smile she’s trying to hide. I clear my throat and stride to the couch, sitting down and spreading my legs as I do. My voice is firm, “We need to talk about the terms of my purchase.”

She spins toward me, her eyes fierce. “Terms? There are no terms. You bought me for one night and my virginity.” She shrugs a shoulder as if this is fucking normal. It’s not. “Those are the terms.”

I let out a deep chuckle and watch as her nipples harden in the flimsy lingerie she’s wearing. What she doesn’t know is that when I was looking into the auction, I got the details from the organizer and found out the women auctioning themselves off would be wearing lingerie. I then went out and bought this set for her. I wasn’t sure if she would pick it out over everything else, but here she is, standing in front of me in it.

My dick has never been harder in my fucking life and it’s making me a little lightheaded.

I ignore her protests and stare into her eyes, the blue darkening the longer our gazes are locked. “You will be giving me your virginity, Daisy.” I cock my head to the side, my eyes tearing from hers and running down her body and then back up. “That’s a given, it was always mine and now I’m collecting.”

She pulls her shoulders back and juts her chin upward. “That’s what you paid for.”

“It will never be only one night with us, Daisy. Never.” Her mouth forms the cutest little ‘o’ of surprise for a second before she tucks her reaction away behind a mask of neutrality. I’m going to break that mask along with her walls. “You will be moving in here. You’re mine now and I take care of what’s mine. You will not let another man touch you. If you do, that man will die, so think carefully about how much blood you want on your hands.”

She arches an eyebrow at me and sasses me, “I assume my brothers are not included in your threat.”

I bark out a laugh and shrug, but I don’t respond directly to her counter. “I will take care of you. I will make you come with my fingers, my mouth, my cock and I’ll do it anytime I want. You will be my wife and you will take care of our family.”

She scoffs, “I’m not some baby making factory, Lorenzo.”

I smirk at her, my voice placating, “Of course not,principessa, but I know how much you want children. I know about the charity you do that you don’t want anyone to know about. I know your soft spots and your weaknesses.”

“How do you know about that?” Her eyes narrow at me as her brain catches up to everything I’ve said. “How do you know anything about me? You’ve ignored me for fucking years, Lorenzo,” her voice is full of accusation. She scoffs, “Your wife? So, I’ll be at home waiting and pining and you’ll be what? Out gallivanting with whores?”

I stand abruptly and stalk toward her, making her back up until she’s trapped against the cool glass of the windows. “Watch your mouth,” I snarl.

Now that I’m close to her, I can see the spike of fear in her eyes. Good. She should be scared. She did something incredibly reckless tonight and I’m not going to be forgetting it anytime soon.

I press my fists against the glass on either side of her head, caging her there and pressing my body against hers. “I won’t be out doing anything with anyone else. I’m yours just as much as you’re mine.” I skim my nose up her neck and along her jaw, breathing in her scent. I can’t wait until she’s so full of my cum that she smells like me. “I know everything about you, Daisy,” I murmur.

Before she can respond, I press my lips against hers and I swear the window behind her shatters along with the rest of the world because this kiss is everything that I knew it would be. Empires could crumble and I would still be stuck right here in this moment with our flesh meeting for the first time without worries between us or fear guiding us.

CHAPTER 5

DAISY

I melt into Lorenzo and my body takes over, kissing him back as my heart hammers inside my chest. Does he have any idea this is my first kiss? When I saved myself for Lorenzo, I did it all the way. I’ve touched myself, because I’m not a fucking nun, but everything else I saved for him. For the man pressing his body against mine and telling me all the right things.

There is part of me, the strong Agosti part, which wants to slap him and tell him I’m not a possession, but that part is sent reeling just as much as the rest of me as he kisses me. He nips at my bottom lip, and I gasp, allowing him entry into my mouth which he explores with his tongue before teasing my own to play. I cling to him, my hands gripping his shirt and twisting the fabric in my fingers.

I’m still having issues processing the fact that Lorenzo was the man who bought me. How did he even know about the auction? Was he there to buy just anyone? Or was he there for me.

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