CAILY GALILEO I slowly opened my eyes to the rapidly becoming familiar ceiling. An attempt to open my eyes completely made my head hurt and so I shut my eyes tightly and groaned. I reached a hand to my forehead and rubbed on it gently, trying to rub the headache away even when it was clear that rubbing it away would simply not prove effective in this moment. I kept my eyes shut, not moving my head as I reached a hand to the other side of the bed and tried to feel if anyone, Pietro, was there but I couldn't feel him. He wasn't there. This bed was huge but I knew Pietro would never sleep so far away from me if he was on this bed with me. He wasn't here but his cologne was all over me. The explanation for that? I was in his shirt. "Pietro." I groaned out his name softly, hoping he was standing somewhere in this same room with me but there was no response. He wasn't in the room with me. I slowly opened my eyes, still gently rubbing at my forehead. The hurt wasn't as sharp t
CAILY GALILEO Strong hands glided through the soft fabric of the shirt I was wearing and I trembled as I felt his fingers run around my back sensually and yet possessively. His lips moved over mine with a slight brush before he captured my lower lip into his mouth. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and I moaned softly, grinding more into his hardon. His hand in my cloth moved upwards to my back and I trembled as I felt his hand m,oved forward to my tit. He bit down on my lower lip and gave it a small tug that made me wet. I moaned dirtily and he broke the lip kiss, kissing all over my face and moving to my ear. “Ohh, Pietro...” I moaned, feeling his tongue in my ear. My eyes rolled back, my hands swiftly moving into his still damp hair. “Call my name again.” A hand groped my tit firmly and I pushed my vody even more into his body. “Aah, Pietro.” I moaned his name again and he grabbed me by my hair with his free hand. I gasped as he yanked my hair back a little. “We can’t k
CAILY GALILEO “No more! No more!” I cried out, hand pushing Pietro's head down to my pussy. Yes. I was telling him to stop but I was pulling his face down to my pussy and even wrapping my legs around his head, keeping me right there. I wanted more! I was crazy to want more when I could barely lift a finger but I wanted more even though my body seemed like it could not take any more. “I… Cumming!!” And that… that was my fifth climax under the peach stars tree and under the beautiful stars. The stars watched as Pietro devoured me, his own stars. My face contorted in pleasure, my body glistening with sweat even with the cool dawn breeze. “Hmm.” Pietro pulled his face from my pussy and I just laid there, legs spread wide, arms spread out, face, red from pleasure and thighs filled with bite marks. “You are addictive, Peaches. Way too fucking addictive.” Pietro growled as he pulled off his flimsy clothing. And as my teary, lust hazy eyes journeyed down his body and reached h
PIETRO GIACOMETTI PERFECT. Right now, everything didn't just SEEM perfect. Everything WAS fucking perfect. Caily, licking my cum off her lips as her eyes looked up at me, waiting for an answer to her question. “Right… I am going to rub your pussy until you cum. And I am going to rub it so well with the cock you are so fucking obsessed with.” Her lips parted slightly, eyes widening in sheer delight. I pulled her up from her knees and held onto her waist as I lifted her to stand on her jelly feet. A hand to her waist and the other wrapping around her neck. “When next I fuck your throat, I am going to have my hand wrapped around your fucking throat and will feel the bulge each time I thrust in you.” The look of anticipation on her face grew. I took a step closer to her, pressing my body close to hers and looking down into her pretty eyes. “And when I eventually fuck your pretty, wet pussy, I am going to feel you bulge in your fucking stomach.” “Aaah” she moaned, eyes show
KATE ROMANS “It's Pietro Giacometti.” My brows arched as I got that piece of information. “Pietro Giacometti? I think I have heard of him.” I mumbled, trying to figure out where I had heard his name, while gently tapping my foot against the hard floor underneath the table. “Heard of him?” My informant chuckled as he grabbed the bale of money, his payment, on the table. “Who doesn't know him? But then those who know him and are not in his league prefer to stay very far away from him.” He tucked the money into his bag and looked back up at me. “And we are not in his league?” I asked and my informant suddenly cackled, almost in a mocking manner. “Kate, there can be no comparison between a tiger and an ant. On a scale of one to ten, if yourself and Dylan are on one, Pietro won't be on that scale, he is breaking that scale. You are way too far from his league and I have no idea what Dylan did to have being taken away by Pietro Giacometti in person but whatever the case, you might as
CAILY GALILEO It was 1pm but I still had not gotten out of bed. Clad in another shirt belonging to Pietro but this time, in my own room, I could not get out of bed. I had tried about an hour earlier but my trembling legs had been too obvious and so I had just given up and decided to remain right here in bed. My head didn't ache like I thought it would with the thoughts of self guilt, shame, embarrassment and all. Far from it, I felt a little bit at peace and if there was anything that didn't give me as much peace, it was Pietro's adamance on me telling him I loved him before he could fuck me. I didn't love him and I didn't want to ever have to love him but I loved his body and I loved his cock… Heavens….Just thinking about his cock, hard, throbbing in my mouth and throat, the musky scent of it, the way it smacked my face and the way it rubbed my pussy made me almost want to touch myself right now, regardless of how fucking sore my pussy was. “Oh please!” I shook my head lightl
CAILY GALILEO “I am going back to work tomorrow.” I informed Pietro, breaking the brief silence and I watched his brows arch. “Tesoro,” he called me that again. “Don't call me that.” I whispered. I didn't need more mind messing today. “You are not going back to that place, Peaches.” he said, his voice cool and collected, but his gaze stern. “It's my life. I call the shots on my life and the contract, it doesn't take away this freedom from me.” I pointed out. “This is not about the contract, Peaches. You were hit in that fucking company!” He rubbed at his temple. “I am not going to back down like a coward because I was hit. I wasn't the one at wrong so why should I give up on my work when I wasn't wrong?” I asked him, taking steps closer to him. “You don't need that job.” he groaned, a little conclusively. “I do. I am not going to stay here all day, Pietro or just sit around without a job.” I argued with him. “You aren't going back to that fucked up place, Peaches.” He state
CAILY GALILEO “This…” I could not believe that this was actually happening. That I was actually on a freaking yacht right now. The date or whatever this was, was going to be on a yacht! Pietro had his hand on my waist as he led me further into it.“We are going to have dinner...” He glanced at his wristwatch “In thirty minutes.” He completed his words.“But I do have a few things to show you before then.” He added. “Really? What are those?” I asked, unable to hide the excitement pumping in my veins at the moment. I was mesmerized enough already and couldn't wait to see more!“Things you were familiar with but no longer are.” He replied and I tilted my head a bit, trying to understand his words.I, however didn’t have enough time to think so much as to what exactly he was trying to mean by those words, because he turned his grip on my waist firm and led me further into the yacht. My eyes wandered the place.“This is so gorgeous, Pietro.” I grumbled.“Then you have it.” Were his nex
PIETRO GIACOMETTI Overwhelming such a sweet, little thing like Peaches was wrong but I didn't have so much fucking time anymore before I would have to go insane. There were just two days left before she would have to leave me according to the terms of the contract but I knew I wouldn't let her leave. I would lock her up with me and never let her go until she was drunk in love with me. I didn't want to resort to that though. I wanted her to fucking admit it before the end of those two days and even though I had to overwhelm her like this, it was still better than what I would have to do if she didn't admit her feelings in two days. I reached down for the letter she had read and ran my fingers over it gently before dropping it in the box and placing the lid on it. I walked out of the room and found Peaches sitting on the floor just beside the door. “Tesoro” I called before reaching for her and lifting her into my arms. She kept her hands over her face, clearly not wanting me to se
CAILY GALILEO I gasped softly, my hands trembling and dropping the bracelet. I shuffled myself quickly away from him. Face flushed. Heart pounding. Body slightly trembling and chest heaving up and down with every breath I took.I diverted my gaze to the floor, trying to steady my breath very unsuccessfully. It was like I was going to fall into a panic attack any second from now. I was in love with Pietro? I was…? How could that be possible? That could not be possible so what the hell was the voice inside my head telling me? Why was it telling me to quit acting like I didn't love him when I really… really didn't love Pietro?Or did I, really?Oh fuck! No!I palmed my face with both hands, my face contorting with frustration. In less than two weeks. How could I have fallen in love with a man I was so hell bent on hating in two weeks?“How could you be like this, Caily? Why do you always make the worst decisions? Why do you always make decisions that sends you farther into his life?”
CAILY GALILEO “This…” I could not believe that this was actually happening. That I was actually on a freaking yacht right now. The date or whatever this was, was going to be on a yacht! Pietro had his hand on my waist as he led me further into it.“We are going to have dinner...” He glanced at his wristwatch “In thirty minutes.” He completed his words.“But I do have a few things to show you before then.” He added. “Really? What are those?” I asked, unable to hide the excitement pumping in my veins at the moment. I was mesmerized enough already and couldn't wait to see more!“Things you were familiar with but no longer are.” He replied and I tilted my head a bit, trying to understand his words.I, however didn’t have enough time to think so much as to what exactly he was trying to mean by those words, because he turned his grip on my waist firm and led me further into the yacht. My eyes wandered the place.“This is so gorgeous, Pietro.” I grumbled.“Then you have it.” Were his nex
CAILY GALILEO “I am going back to work tomorrow.” I informed Pietro, breaking the brief silence and I watched his brows arch. “Tesoro,” he called me that again. “Don't call me that.” I whispered. I didn't need more mind messing today. “You are not going back to that place, Peaches.” he said, his voice cool and collected, but his gaze stern. “It's my life. I call the shots on my life and the contract, it doesn't take away this freedom from me.” I pointed out. “This is not about the contract, Peaches. You were hit in that fucking company!” He rubbed at his temple. “I am not going to back down like a coward because I was hit. I wasn't the one at wrong so why should I give up on my work when I wasn't wrong?” I asked him, taking steps closer to him. “You don't need that job.” he groaned, a little conclusively. “I do. I am not going to stay here all day, Pietro or just sit around without a job.” I argued with him. “You aren't going back to that fucked up place, Peaches.” He state
CAILY GALILEO It was 1pm but I still had not gotten out of bed. Clad in another shirt belonging to Pietro but this time, in my own room, I could not get out of bed. I had tried about an hour earlier but my trembling legs had been too obvious and so I had just given up and decided to remain right here in bed. My head didn't ache like I thought it would with the thoughts of self guilt, shame, embarrassment and all. Far from it, I felt a little bit at peace and if there was anything that didn't give me as much peace, it was Pietro's adamance on me telling him I loved him before he could fuck me. I didn't love him and I didn't want to ever have to love him but I loved his body and I loved his cock… Heavens….Just thinking about his cock, hard, throbbing in my mouth and throat, the musky scent of it, the way it smacked my face and the way it rubbed my pussy made me almost want to touch myself right now, regardless of how fucking sore my pussy was. “Oh please!” I shook my head lightl
KATE ROMANS “It's Pietro Giacometti.” My brows arched as I got that piece of information. “Pietro Giacometti? I think I have heard of him.” I mumbled, trying to figure out where I had heard his name, while gently tapping my foot against the hard floor underneath the table. “Heard of him?” My informant chuckled as he grabbed the bale of money, his payment, on the table. “Who doesn't know him? But then those who know him and are not in his league prefer to stay very far away from him.” He tucked the money into his bag and looked back up at me. “And we are not in his league?” I asked and my informant suddenly cackled, almost in a mocking manner. “Kate, there can be no comparison between a tiger and an ant. On a scale of one to ten, if yourself and Dylan are on one, Pietro won't be on that scale, he is breaking that scale. You are way too far from his league and I have no idea what Dylan did to have being taken away by Pietro Giacometti in person but whatever the case, you might as
PIETRO GIACOMETTI PERFECT. Right now, everything didn't just SEEM perfect. Everything WAS fucking perfect. Caily, licking my cum off her lips as her eyes looked up at me, waiting for an answer to her question. “Right… I am going to rub your pussy until you cum. And I am going to rub it so well with the cock you are so fucking obsessed with.” Her lips parted slightly, eyes widening in sheer delight. I pulled her up from her knees and held onto her waist as I lifted her to stand on her jelly feet. A hand to her waist and the other wrapping around her neck. “When next I fuck your throat, I am going to have my hand wrapped around your fucking throat and will feel the bulge each time I thrust in you.” The look of anticipation on her face grew. I took a step closer to her, pressing my body close to hers and looking down into her pretty eyes. “And when I eventually fuck your pretty, wet pussy, I am going to feel you bulge in your fucking stomach.” “Aaah” she moaned, eyes show
CAILY GALILEO “No more! No more!” I cried out, hand pushing Pietro's head down to my pussy. Yes. I was telling him to stop but I was pulling his face down to my pussy and even wrapping my legs around his head, keeping me right there. I wanted more! I was crazy to want more when I could barely lift a finger but I wanted more even though my body seemed like it could not take any more. “I… Cumming!!” And that… that was my fifth climax under the peach stars tree and under the beautiful stars. The stars watched as Pietro devoured me, his own stars. My face contorted in pleasure, my body glistening with sweat even with the cool dawn breeze. “Hmm.” Pietro pulled his face from my pussy and I just laid there, legs spread wide, arms spread out, face, red from pleasure and thighs filled with bite marks. “You are addictive, Peaches. Way too fucking addictive.” Pietro growled as he pulled off his flimsy clothing. And as my teary, lust hazy eyes journeyed down his body and reached h
CAILY GALILEO Strong hands glided through the soft fabric of the shirt I was wearing and I trembled as I felt his fingers run around my back sensually and yet possessively. His lips moved over mine with a slight brush before he captured my lower lip into his mouth. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and I moaned softly, grinding more into his hardon. His hand in my cloth moved upwards to my back and I trembled as I felt his hand m,oved forward to my tit. He bit down on my lower lip and gave it a small tug that made me wet. I moaned dirtily and he broke the lip kiss, kissing all over my face and moving to my ear. “Ohh, Pietro...” I moaned, feeling his tongue in my ear. My eyes rolled back, my hands swiftly moving into his still damp hair. “Call my name again.” A hand groped my tit firmly and I pushed my vody even more into his body. “Aah, Pietro.” I moaned his name again and he grabbed me by my hair with his free hand. I gasped as he yanked my hair back a little. “We can’t k