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
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?”
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
KATE ROMANS Gaining entrance into Pietro Giacometti's home was really a tough one. I had pulled all the cards I could pull but it wasn't working. The only way that worked was me coming here under the guise of the daughter of one of his businessmen who was supposed to negotiate business with him. Yet, even that had not been easy or smooth going. Pietro Giacometti had insisted that he didn't want a meetup in his home or even in his office, except with the businessman himself. It had been hard but the businessman had eventually convinced Pietro Giacometti to let me talk business with him. I didn't mind where it would be though. Home or his office. I just had to see this Pietro Giacometti and talk to him. Ask him about Dylan and ask him to release Dylan to me. I rubbed my palms together, taking another look around the living room where I was waiting for Pietro Giacometti. It was gorgeous and every inch of the place was luxury. A luxury I could not afford even if I worked harde
PIETRO GIACOMETTI "Quite bold, huh" I tilted my head slightly and moved over to a sofa. "Which were you sitting on?" I questioned. "The one over there? Why?" She pointed towards a sofa, her tone holding a little bit too much of confidence. "If you want to keep your head for much longer, fix that tone." I sat on the sofa opposite the one she had been seated on. "Sit on that particular one. Would have to discard it when you leave as my woman would clearly hate the scent of another woman's perfume around."A small frown appeared on her face but she eased it back quickly and she sat down. "Dylan... I do not know exactly what he did to you but I want him back, Mr. Giacometti. How do I get him back?" She was clearly trying to read my expression as she picked her words carefully one after the other. "How are you so sure he is still alive?" I leaned back to my sofa, gaze fixated on her. "I... I am not so certain he is alive but I am hoping he is." She replied. "Hope..." I chuckled.
CALLY GALILEO It was finally the day. Today, this evening was finally the hour for me to leave Pietro's home. It was finally my moment of freedom.I should be relieved right now, packing a few clothings into my bag with my money sitting pretty in my account, but I was far from being relieved. I didn't want to leave Pietro, but I knew I had to.For a thousand reasons, I had to leave him, and I could not cling onto him for a single reason; that I loved him.Fuck please..."You are doing the right thing.This is the right decision. Aunt Mandy would never accept him. My guilt about my father's life would never allow me to accept him. And not to mention the very obvious difference in our lives." These words and many similar words had become my mantra over the past few hours. With that assurance, I picked my bag up, glad that Pietro was not even here, but I could not maintain that tiny bit of gladness for a long while, before the door opened and revealed the only member of the house who c
CAILY GALILEO TORTURE. HELL. HELLISH TORTURE. I was on my bed in my apartment but I was certain that I was more in hell than I was in my apartment. I could barely breathe. I felt like I was being suffocated without his presence around me. I needed him. I hated this place. No, I didn't hate my apartment, I didn't hate being in here. I just hated the absence of him. If... If only he would walk into this place right now, then he would make it a lot more better. I needed Pietro. I needed him as much as I needed air in my lungs right now. Every second since he had left me in the room after I had said those harsh words to him had been complete torture to my being. I wanted to see Pietro. I wanted to tell him I meant none of the stupid words I had said earlier. I had no clue what he would be doing right now. In rage over my words? Or just calm, giving up on loving me?I hated the former but I hated the latter even more. "You are a bad person." I sobbed out, reaching a hand to my neck
PIETRO GIACOMETTI I CAN'T.I can't lose her again. I have lost Caily once before and I had to stay nine fucking years without her. That could not happen again. I ran a hand through my hair, pulling it back with a quite strong grip. My breathing was irregular and I was feeling a whole lot of fucking awful feeling all at the same time. Regrets. I should not have let that bastard live! I had let him live eventually because of Caily, because I didn't want this to fucking happen. Because I was trying to put a leash on myself for her but this is what happens when I try to leash myself. Regrets! Fuck! I should have killed him, killed the bastard who had come for him too. But the regret wasn't what hurt the most. It was this almost fucking familiar feeling of loss. I hated the feeling so fucking badly that I just wanted to pull at my own heart and fucking rip it out to stop this maddening ache. Yet, I wanted that ache. In fact, I wanted my heart to ache even more because I had hurt her ag
CAILY 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