Chiara Am I dreaming?This is the question that keeps popping up in my head as I blink rapidly. I haven't seen Dad in what feels like years, and now it seems like his features are all wrong. The only thing I remember now is his beaten-up face from the last night we saw each other. The night he betrayed me and gave me away as payment.All the resentment and the questions rise up my throat like bile, but the only thing that comes out of my mouth is, "What the hell are you doing here?"He eagerly sets down the tray on the nearest table, gaping at me like a fish out of water. "Chiara. Oh, god I've been looking for you everywhere!"He tries to reach out to me but I slap his hand away. "Do not come any closer, or else I'll call the guards and tell them you're being a creep."Visible hurt flashes across Dad's eyes but I find that I don't care. Why would I? He literally tried to pay his debt by giving me away. He only ever cared about saving his own skin."I'm sorry for everything," he start
AlessioThe whole night is now ruined.I know that I basically just hired Chiara to be my pretend girlfriend for the night, but I feel oddly bereft when I watch her walk away. Everything inside me screams I should come and follow her, but Evelyn puts her hand on my arm and stops me.“She’ll be fine,” she murmurs soothingly, motioning her guards to stand back and leave us alone. “Stop worrying so much about her--”“She’s not exactly familiar with this kind of scene, Evelyn,” I cut her off, trying not to sound too cold. “I am her protector.”She grits her teeth but she disguises that as a smile. “Well, I do hope she’s alright with you having . . . private arrangements with me, like we agreed on.”I tilt my head. “I’m not sure I agreed to that, Evelyn. We did talk about me coming here, and I did. I think we both know what you’re asking for, but I am a committed man. You are a beautiful, wonderful woman, but my heart belongs to her.”I expect her to throw a tantrum because of that, but sh
ChiaraWhen I heard someone going into the bathroom, I immediately crouched under the sink, holding the fire extinguisher in my hand tightly like it was my last line. Because it just might be.I can’t see who entered the room, but I can just about make out a figure kneeling on the floor and dipping his fingers in the pool of blood. He gets up and opens the cubicle doors one by one as though to inspect, so I decide that it’s my time to stand and force this fucker to leave.“Don’t move,” I threaten, reaching up to position the fire extinguisher over his head.He turns around, which surprises me, so I whack him on the forehead with the metal case.“Fuck!” the man yells, and he sounds familiar.I drop the fire extinguisher in shock. “Alessio?”“Chiara.” He sighs and I can feel his hand on my arm. “Why the hell did you do that?”“I. . . .” I falter, shaking my head. “I didn’t know who entered and I got scared and I--”“It’s fine, let’s just get out of here.”With that, he pulls me out of t
Chiara Alessio takes a deep breath, holding it in like he’s bracing himself for something that will hurt. A wave of apprehension comes over me, and for a moment I hesitate. But he turns to face me and I can still see a clear signal. He wants me to do this. He’s begging me to do this. My hands are shaking. My breathing is also erratic. But I still gather every ounce of courage I have to hook my fingers behind the mask and slowly ease it away from his face, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Then I look down to see his face for the first time. And Alessio de Marco is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. There is no other way to describe him. He’s just . . . beautiful. Like something so good that it’s almost unreal. High cheekbones, sculpted jaw, straight nose, pink lips slightly parted. The thing that remains to be the most mesmerizing thing about him is his eyes, which are deep-set and more striking than I thought, emphasized by eyelashes as dark as his eyebrows.
ChiaraI swallow hard, trying to control the rush of heat in my veins, but it’s useless. I can feel Alessio all over me, flowing in my bloodstream like alcohol.“Beautiful,” he whispers as he slows down his pace, pulling down the dress leisurely. When I look down in embarrassment at how hard I’m breathing, he cups my chin and makes me face him again. “Keep looking at me. I want to see you.”I open my mouth to tell him that I can’t take it anymore, that it feels too good, but he interrupts me by flicking the top of my dress down and exposing my breasts. The fabric gets caught in my taut nipples, making me gasp as pleasure zaps my body.He smiles, lowering his mouth on me until his lips touch the top of my breasts. I throw my head back, threading my hands in his hair and moaning. I begin to move my hips but he grabs them and puts me in place, stopping me from grinding on his hard throbbing length. He drags his tongue down, flicking my nipples before slowly sucking on them.The pleasure
ChiaraAlessio zaps me with his fiery gaze, letting out a low growl that brings shivers down my spine. I stagger back and trip on a rock, falling flat on my back.His monstrous side is starting to take over, and I know that any minute now, he will turn into a beast that I will never recognize.But then, to my surprise, the fur on his skin starts to retract. The curve in his spine straightens again, and his teeth shrink until he can speak again.For a brief moment, he’s just Alessio. The man who I very nearly fell in love with tonight.However, the struggle is still there. I can still see the monster trying to break out. I can almost hear the internal debate happening behind those golden eyes, and I know that sheer willpower is the only thing that’s keeping me alive.“You need to leave, Chiara,” he says, and his voice is two-toned. There’s another voice in the background, raspier and darker. “You have to go right now.”“You’re a monster,” I whisper, the sound of betrayal in my voice ra
AlessioMy biggest mistake is thinking that I can overcome the full moon.I knew that the night of the party would fall on a full moon, and I was confident that I will not wolf out in the middle of it and end up killing everyone. And I did great the whole night. The urges were there, but I contained myself.For the first time, I felt like an actual normal human.But of course, this illusion is short-lived, because not even hours after, Savina and many more from my past come back to haunt me and kill people in the process.From then on, I knew everything would just start going downhill. I was anxious and angry, especially when I found out that Lazaro infiltrated the party just so he can tell his daughter to stay away from me.I didn’t and still don’t think that anything about that is wrong. I want Chiara, but what I want for her more is her safety. But she came to me, asked me to show her who I am, willing to forget everything else if I just showed her that I’m not the monster that her
AlessioTwo nights have passed but I don’t get a single wink of sleep.It’s crazy because for the first time, I actually was looking forward to getting some sleep. I was hoping I would wake up and realize everything was just a dream, but I had no such luck.I reviewed the footage that very night and ended up smashing the monitor at the warehouse when I saw that it was indeed Chiara, desperately trying to hitch a ride but ending up being kidnapped.I know that I’m not much better than those men. I know that I should be punished for everything I did to her. I also know that perhaps Chiara doesn’t want to be found right now, so I won’t show up when they track her down. I will just tell my men to gun down everyone who tried to take her, give her all the money she deserves, and let her be on her own. So she can finally be happy.It’s a conflicting feeling for sure, to look forward to finding her but knowing I shouldn’t see her again.Still, I find myself on autopilot again after the third