Caily Galileo believes everyone can change, everyone can become an angel. Everyone except Pietro Giacometti. He is a damned monster who will never change. And not his devilishly charming smiles that are only ever directed to her can change her opinion of him. Pietro Giacometti knows what he wants and what belongs to him and Caily Galileo belongs to him. He has been away from her for years but it is now time Caily knows and accepts that she can only ever belong to one man, Pietro Giacometti... MINE PEACHES NOTE: If you have read any of my books in the past, then you'd know my male leads kill and things can get a little bit dark but this particular book might be darker than all my previous books. Pietro Giacometti is an obsessed man who will do anything and everything to be with Caily even if it's the most unhinged thing ever. He is dark and wild. This book, however does not contain non consensual sex or rape in any form. Thank you for choosing to read 'MINE, PEACHES'. Trigger warnings: Stalking, obsession, explicit violence, BDSM.
View MoreCAILY GALILEO My heart pounded hard as I waited for Dylan's next words, for what he had to say about Pietro. Hoping, desperately hoping that he was about to tell me that Pietro had saved him from that place he thought he would not be able to survive. Hoping even when I knew fully well that hope could not be true. That Pietro could never save Dylan from anything. "He kidnapped me and... And he... he tortured me." The dress in my hand dropped to the floor immediately as I felt a bang in my head with those words from Dylan. "Wh... What do you mean by that?" I stuttered out."I told you, Caily. That he is an evil person. I told you Pietro Giacometti is not human and he has no humane feelings or emotions in him. He kidnapped me, Caily and I almost died. I really thought I was going to die.""Pi... Pietro kidnapped you?" I asked the question even though it had clearly been confirmed just now. "Kidnapped was the least painful of what I went through. I was stabbed. My legs..." His voice
CAILY GALILEO Lips pressed to my forehead as I slowly stirred awake. "Hmm " I grumbled as I moved a hand to my eyes and rubbed lightly on it before fluttering my eyes open. "You are awake," Pietro whispered, looking into my eyes before kissing the tip of my nose. I closed my eyes for a short second before nodding and reopening my eyes. His gaze was mine. "Oh god, don't tell me you are thinking of..." I started. Pietro chuckled, a heartwarming sound coming from him and I could feel my heart rate pick up. He put a hand to my face, cupping it gently. "I love your eyes. They are beautiful and that's why I am staring, not cause I want to fuck you. I do want to fuck you but yeah, we can take a break for a tiny while." He caressed my cheek gently and leaned in a little bit more to kiss my jawline and then my neck. He pulled back up to look at me and moved his hand to my hair, gently patting it. "Let's go on a date tonight, what do you say?" He asked and my heart picked up
Journie tapped slowly on his table. A combined act of impatience and control. He was impatient, gravely so but he was hell bent on keeping his impatience controlled. His face was twisted into a small frown as his gaze fixed onto the door. A knock came and Journie's frown lines vanished as his face smoothened into a calm look. "Come in." He said, his voice still having a hint of impatience that he immediately sought to get rid of by clearing his throat while the door opened, his female guest walking into the office. "Trisha." "Good day" Trisha smiled back at him, a tight smile as she walked up to the desk. "May I?""Sure, sure. You absolutely may."Trisha pulled the chair and sat down opposite Journie. "You said you had business for me.""Oh yes, I do. I did some checks on you and I found out that you recently worked for Pietro Giacometti"Trisha's body tensed a little bit at the mention of the name. "And? Why are you running checks on me?" She questioned. "It's nothing big. J
CAILY GALILEO HE WAS RIGHT.Pietro was right that the most appealing option is not always the best option because as he dropped me into a room I had not entered into for over a week, I knew I was going to be crazy very soon. Into the red room. Pietro dropped me on the bed. I was still in the ripped sleep wear, legs betraying my once upon a time ability to work. "Spread your legs, Peaches" His deep voice came and my legs, the same ones that betrayed me obeyed him instantly and my legs immediately parted wide. "You have a very pretty pussy, carino. Every inch of you is so pretty. Every bit of you is such a beauty that overwhelms my being." His fingers trailed my thighs lightly and I swallowed hard as his fingers moved closer to my sensitive, twitching pussy. I sucked in a deep breath as his fingers got very close to my slit. "How about I make you cum on my face? Have your pussy on my face and make you grind this sweet cunt on my face. Tongue fuck your pussy and rub your clit. How
CAILY GALILEOPietro grabbed me by the waist while I still shivered in the light of my climax. He pulled himself to sit up against the headboard and pulled my head to his, kissing me. A soft moan left me into the kiss as I kissed him back, my hands on his broad shoulders. I gasped as two fingers thrusted into my still squelching pussy. My lips shook against his, as the kiss turned less deep. He brushed his lips against mine, his other hand moving up my back so slowly and so slightly that it kept me quivering and then all at once, his hand reached into my hair and he grabbed it."Aahhh" my breath was shaky, his grip firm in my hair. "Red." He said the words and my brows pulled together a bit, confused before a thrust of his fingers in my pussy set my brows on another expression. "That's your safe word. You might be needing it."A safe word. What... What was he planning to do to me? "What's your safe word?" He pulled at my hair and a whimper left my lip."Red" I gasped out. "Good.
THE NEXT MORNING CAILY GALILEO I woke up first today. Maybe because I had slept while Pietro had been out yesterday so I woke up a little bit earlier this morning. According to the table clock, it was four minutes past 6am. I moved my gaze from the not so interesting sight of the table clock to a very interesting and appealing sight. The man holding me in his arms. I moved slightly in his arms to see his face better and heavens, I think I would have to wake up early from now on to take a glimpse of this face before he got up. Messy hair was splayed all over his forehead, in a way that suggested that he might have run his fingers through them a few times overnight but maybe that was me. And then his closed eyes... With his eyes open, Pietro was fucking handsome. Those light brown eyes that seemed to brighten in a dark way whenever they landed on me. But with those eyes closed, Pietro was a fucking piece of artwork. My gaze slowly went over his features, taking my time fully
PIETRO GIACOMETTI *Fuck*Wood carving was hard. Quite difficult in fact, but this was also one of the many times I was quite proud of how quickly I learned stuffs. Handmade things. Peaches would definitely swoon over a gift I made with my own hands. She could dump the numerous jewellery I got her somewhere and dump every other fancy gift, only wearing or using them when she laid her eyes on them and thought them perfect for the occasion but handmade stuffs? She would fucking cherish it and that was how I found myself at this point...I had thought of making a painting but to be very honest, I knew I wasn't too good with that and it was a pretty common thing to do. I didn't want common, especially when common was that difficult too. I have hoped wood carving would be slightly easier and faster to get a grab of but it wasn't so easy, so far. It was tougher than painting but hell, it felt more special than painting so wood carving it was. I had had quite a number of tutors already and
PIETRO GIACOMETTI My hands gently caressed her face, pretty and peaceful as she slept. The one human that could make me feel satisfied in so many ways and yet so fucking unsatisfied in so many ways. She satisfied me yet she made my cravings heighten. My thumb moved gently over her lower lip, the same lip that had been screaming and panting just about three hours ago. I had crashed to my fucking knees after cumming. It had been too good for me to keep myself up on my feet but I had kept her close to me, making sure her beautiful knees didn't hit the hard floor. She had kissed me, eyes teary and heavens, she looked so pretty, well fucked. I had so much more to do to her, though. To do to us. She had cum without permission though and she was going to get punished for that. Very well punished but not now, her body couldn't handle that in that moment. As much as I wanted to fuck her again, just bend her over on her knees and fuck her from behind, I knew she needed some rest. I had ba
PIETRO GIACOMETTI Peaches was everything. Every fucking thing I could ever want or need. She embodied everything I needed to live, to truly live. This woman, trembling and moaning on me was everything. And I was crazy to have her. My cock was hurting. How hard had it been for me to keep her on the edge while my cock just wanted to fucking be buried inside of that warm cocoon? Reaching for her nape, I made her face me and pressed my lips to hers, kissing her despite her breathlessness. My tongue wandered into her mouth, purposeful and totally possessive while my hand spread her legs apart enough for me. I pushed my cock to her entrance, sucking her lower lip and sending my tongue across her tongue. Every moan, every whimper that left her made me throb so painfully. I was past control as I thrusted upwards, pushing her waist down with a tight grip and filling her up with my cock. "Aaaaah!" She tore her lips off mine in a half scream and half moan. I threw my head back in the s
PIETRO GIACOMETTI I hated the noise. No matter how quiet they tried to be, they could not be quiet enough for me. I didn't just hate the noise, I hated the smiles on their faces and I hated how free they were, running around. If there was anything I wanted to do right now, I wanted to tie them all to a tree and drench them in fuel and watch them shake in fright while I played with a lighter. The children of the workers in our home. My mother was the reason they were here, she was the only one who thought it was a good idea to have a home built for all our workers, where they could live with their family. I shaded the drawing I was making. A drawing of a dying man with his toes chopped off. The inspiration for the drawing? Watching my dad chop toes off a pathetic man last night. "Who are you?" I heard the children ask in one loud voice. I raised my gaze and saw them gathered around a tree. A little girl was sitting under the tree, a drawing book in her hands too. I had never notice...
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