PIETRO'S POV
.I spent the vast majority of the day going over a couple of paper works with Ardo. And when finally got them sorted, I leaned back in my office chair, resting my head."So, how is married life treating you?" Ardo asked, pushing a glass of dirty martini my way."I'm new to this shit. But I must say, Aria is a handful, and she's going to drive me crazy.""In a good way or..." He trailed."I must develop blue balls soon if she doesn't fucking calm down." I let out and Edoardo burst into laughter. "Welcome to the faithful and married club, bro." He teased."Thank you." I smiled heartily. "I wouldn't have it any other way."Ardo shook his head mockingly like he was feeling sorry for me. Well, I wasn't feeling sorry for myself. I chose this life myself. I went across countries for this life and I will enjoy the hell out of it.Carlo walked into my office just as Ardo slid his phone across the table toward me. "Looks familiar?The next morning, Melody came to my cell and carried out the same routine with my cuffs before leading me upstairs.The previous day was hell for me. After breakfast, I was brought back to my depressing cell where Melody brought me lunch and dinner. I was bored, sad, and lonely. I'd thought Pietro would let me out of my depressing cell for a bit at dinner maybe. But was sad when dinner was brought in by Melody.As we shut the door to my cell behind me, I tried to imagine Pietro giving Melody orders about me. "Take Aria down to her rusty-smelling cell and chain her legs to the floor. I don't want to have dinner with her tonight. So make sure to serve her lunch and dinner in her depressing cell." That had to be the kind of instructions he gives her and she does exactly as she's told, like the wicked, emotionless Jezebel she is. How can a grown-ass woman like her not have a mind of her own? That's shitty and messed up. When my blindfold was taken off, Pietro was standing beside me. He
PIETRO'S POV . The journey to Edoardo's condo didn't take too long. I was well aware of why Aria had her eyes glued on the road all through the journey. She was take note of landmarks and putting even the tiniest signs into memory for what? For when she would attempt escaping again? She must be dreaming if she ever thought I would let her escape from me. As I watched my little treasure, I regretted being so forceful with her before now. I was... what is the right word to use? I was tense. Scared to lose her? Maybe yes. I shut my eyes briefly and when I opened them again, I was still marveled at Aria's beauty. This woman is doing things to me, things that I don't dare put into words. So, what's the plan now? I had plans before I married her. Plans to make her and her family pay for the atrocities her father committed regarding my family. But those plans don't seem to make sense to me anymore. I'd planned on humiliating Roberto Kostas and the first point was to gradually isola
ARIA’S POV.If Pietro thought his stupid, cliched sermon would change my mind about escaping him, then he must be joking.All through our journey to his brother's home, I’d kept note of the bus stops, the signs, the landmarks. And when we arrived here, the first thing I noticed was the absence of guards.There was just his brother and his housekeeper. Maybe there were other staff around, staff like the gardener since the garden was amazing.When he left with Pietro, I had to find a way out of the house. The front door would have Pietro’s driver stationed there. So, I went through the route I saw the housekeeper coming from.It led to a field that stretched through a large acre of land. It was colder than I thought it would be outside. I was wearing a simple silk-flared dress that stopped at my knees.As I ran through the field, I kept praying that Pietro wouldn’t catch me before I got to the picket fence in front. I couldn’t believe my luck; how could his brother put an enormous gate
He was punishing me, and he was very angry about that. In seconds, I passed out, and when I woke up, I was still on the rocky floor and Pietro was still on me, staring at me with fierce anger. I guess I fainted and woke up almost immediately. Pietro got me up above my hips and propped my knees up. The stones dug into my knees, but he didn’t even pause at the pathetic sounds I made. I felt the cold air in my cunt and I found myself responding to the conditioning. I ground myself against him, hoping for a release even while I was in the face of danger. “I’m relieved, knowing that at least you want me to fuck you, Amore. If that’s the bribe you’re offering, I’ll take it. But that won’t do for your punishment.”His voice sounded much calmer that it almost broke me. At first, I was so relieved that I almost cried, but then his words sank in. He’s going to punish me. Another punishment. His finger probed my tight ass, and I shivered. The finger dipped inside, gentl
PIETRO'S POV . I've been tolerant as much as I could manage. I've bent some of my rules, rearranged my plans, and put a pause on a couple of things just because of Aria. But seeing her trying to run from me today pulled out the actual beast in me. Unfortunately, when the beast is out, it takes a lot to satiate it and Aria would pay the price for that. She’s mine. The more she keeps trying to run, the more I'm convinced she's yet to understand that I own her, all of her. And as such, she should want nothing but me. We pulled up in front of the house. The journey back home was done in absolute silence. I was raging while she shrunk very close to the car door, moving away from me. As Angelo pulled the car over, Aria was the first to get down and she headed straight to the house. Melody came to the car to check if we came back with bags she would need to take inside. Just as I got down from the car. I saw Aria running to the front door. She pulled it open and shut it hurriedly. Ang
"You're a beast." Aria spat out. I ignored her. She was only stating a known fact, not something new. "How many rules have you broken today?" I asked her and she grunted, pissing me off even more.When I walked back to her, I had an open box filled with a couple of unbelievable torture equipment. I dropped the box behind her only because I wanted her imagination to run wild, and I wanted her to experience terror. Then I walked over to the racks of whips and considered my choices. Taking as much time as I wanted. I snatched an electro-whip from the rack. Lust vibrated through me as I stalked toward my captured prey. I pulled a large, soft leather strap over her belly and pulled it gently to be sure of its reliability. Then I tapped on one of the switches on the bondage chair. The chair rotated and turned her around with strapped legs, wrists, and stomach, facing down, and her bare back and ass, visible in the two openings carved to fit those parts of her body.She didn't make a sing
The lever I pulled earlier made a whooshing sound and the first strike of an electric-cane landed on her thigh. The cries that followed were excruciating. "No!" She yelled. "No Sir, please, no, no, no, no, no, no, please, I’m sorry." She wailed.I stood aside and watched the chair carry out its instructions. It was striking the right place and the right bundle of muscles. I ignored her pleas, watching as the cane landed on a different part of her thigh, distributing the welts until it had to come back to the previous points."Please, sir. Oh lord, I can’t take this anymore. I am your wife, you own me, I belong to you." "Oh, now I’m you're my wife." Another strike landed on her thigh and she screamed to the heavens. "I'm your wife, forever. I’m sorry, so so so sorry, sorry." "You still don't understand the meaning of the word sorry." I spat out and pulled the lever off, granting her a little rest, then pulled it back on. The next strike came barely seconds later. And she screamed
The hopeless sobs that racked her body at my words told me that the things I said to her had really imprinted themselves into her head. That was exactly what I wanted and now that I have it, satisfaction was gently slipping into my body.The effect of the electro-plates pulsed through her again and her body shuddered. She tried jerking her body away from them, but that caused the nipple clamps to jolt agonizingly, and the breast compactor squeezed her breasts.In a semi-prone position, she managed to tilt her bound-body away a little from the bondage chair. But that singular act was like fighting against gravity because soon, her whole body began to ache, and when she couldn't hold it anymore, her back pushed back to the bondage chair, and agony convulsed her body again. She twisted, thrashed, attempted bouncing, screamed and sobbed. The breast compactor and nipple clamps pinched cruelly with the excess movements. She went through the pressure and hurt again and again.
Pietro's shirt was soaked with sweat. I press back against him, soaking in his scent and the musk of his arousal. He pressed his lips against my ear, and his hot breath seared my flesh."You see, baby. You belong to me. Your body, your orgasms, and everything about you. I am branded onto every part of your body. It goes deeper than that, even. I literally own you. How could you ever think you can escape me when I am part of you now.""Pietro." I gasped."Shhh," he whispered. "I'll see a psychiatrist when we're done with Steve. If that would make you happy. I'll do anything you want. You just have to stay with me."God, I'm going to drown in Pietro's big demons and if I don't save myself now, it would be too late..PIETRO'S POVMy wife stared at me wide-eyed. Of course, she knew there was no need to fight me or try to escape again.We're way past that now, and she already has a picture of how it will end. I held her tighter, closer, inhaling her scent and feeling her softness."Amore
He was expecting me to just hand my phone to him. I was aware of what would happen to me if I refused to give him the phone. But as shameful as it may sound, I wanted that. I’ve been craving it ever since Steve took me away from him. To put my want in motion, I shot out of my seat, my purse firmly clutched in my hand, I started heading toward the restrooms in the back. He chased after me and caught me halfway down. My purse fell to the ground, and I let out a false cry. He captured my wrists in one hand and easily tied them together with his necktie. Then he took out my cell phone and dropped it on the floor, squashing it several times and shattering it in the process. "You idiot. I bought that phone barely three weeks ago." I howled. "Oh so sad," He faked out. "Do you want to cry now?" Goddammit, I was wet for this man. Even his cruel words turned me on so fucking much. I'm damaged!Suddenly, he bent my arms painfully and steered me down to a co
I shook my head. "No. I can’t live like this, Pietro. You need to let me out of this car, now. You need to let me live my life."I grabbed at the door handle, but of course, it was locked. "I can’t. It’s not safe out there for you. I lost a couple of my men when Steve attacked our home. The backup that came fast enough were killed too. I'm trying to build up enough defense to shield us for the time being, until we track Steve down.""Kidnapping me again isn't the solution." I reasoned."I'm not kidnapping you, Amore. I let you go because I knew you needed that time away. Both of us do. Now I've realized my mistakes and I'm going to right all my wrongs. It's a promise."A wave of ice crashed over me. "So, you're not letting me go? We can't end this sham of a marriage?""Not if I'm still alive, Amore.""Then I'll kill you.""That sounds refreshing. But baby I promise you, I'm going to change. I'll work hard to earn your love and trust again. But I can't let you let you go." He grabbed m
The night was close to the worse ones I always had in that shitty cell in Pietro's home. I barely slept all through. I kept waking up, checking the windows and the doors for any sign of a break-in.Finally, it was morning and I barely slept up to an hour. Once Celia left to check her new space and made me promise to go with her to see the space tomorrow, I pulled on bootcut jeans and a knitted top. And pushed Pietro's ring into my finger to help scare away randy men. I'd removed it when I got to the airport in Queensland. Then I tucked my taser and pepper spray in my purse, and managed to fit in three pocket knives: one in my purse, the second inside my boot, and the third was clutched together with my purse since it was customized to look like a cute key holder.With shaking hands, I scribbled a note for Celia and dropped about ten thousand dollars for her beside the note. I told her how grateful I was for everything she’d done for me and promised that I'd be back soon and I was onl
I almost drowned, almost!But Max held me up and let out a silly crackle of laughter that I was forced to join him while scanning my eyes around, trying not to look too obvious. I saw nothing; no one seemed out of place. I guess I didn't have the capacity to decipher these sorts of things.After a while, I asked, "Did Pietro send you?" He smiled, so sweet, so calm like we were two innocent kids with absolutely nothing to worry about. "Angelo sent me." He replied."What?" I mouthed. "That's crazy." He nodded in agreement. "But why? How? I mean..." I paused. "All of this seems like a coincidence. You own a grocery store, and you just opened a lovely restaurant on Bristen.""Your friend, we've been keeping an eye on her." That was all he said."Why?" I repeated."My family just struck a business deal with Pietro Eppolito." He replied, directing me on how to stabilize my floating technique. "It's a long story and time's short. I'm going to call out a number for you and you have to do wel
Dressed in a simple sundress, myself, Celia and a couple of the friends she'd made overtime were seated at a table for six. Still not completely ready to be seen, I'd settled for the barest minimum; a simple black tweed dress and black flats. I had no jewelry or makeup on, and my hair was pulled in a not-so-complimentary ponytail. I wanted to be invisible. It was the first time I’d actually been out to socialize with people since I escaped Steve and Pietro... Almost an hour later, we were working our way through desert while listening to cool music. I had started relaxing when I suddenly felt a strange prickle of danger. I scanned the room, looking for Pietro, Giancarlo, Steve, or any figure that could suggest danger. I didn't see any. The host came over to greet us and my chocolate cake got stuck somewhere in my throat. It was the guy that followed me from the grocery store a couple of days ago. The very one that couldn't just let me be. He flashed a sweet smile my way. "Hi, st
ARIA'S POV . Over the next couple of days, I found myself moving in a sort of haze. Celia was making inquiries about the area and the possibility of starting up a small beauty brand. The plan was to start up small and save the rest of the money for rainy days. Each time I tried to offer her a large chunk of the cash I had on me, she would blatantly reject it. So, I went ahead to stock up the house with groceries and got a new phone since I discarded the burner phone Pietro gave me. The phone didn't leave the airport with me. I flushed it down one of the toilets at the airport. My life over the past couple of days was to wake up, bathe, eat, and browse the internet for notable schools and some of their openings that would allow me to study online and still bag a good certificate. My body used the opportunity to heal a little more every day. I even put some weight back on. I watched TV, exercised, and read books every single day. On days when she's not meeting up with a business
PIETRO'S POV . "You let her leave, why?" Edoardo asked me. I shrugged, "I'm trying to be better. I can't keep her against her will. However, I'm keeping an eye on her. She's safe." I replied. "You're sure that's the right thing to do?" He asked, giving me that quizzical stare that got me instantly pissed. "Are you going to keep asking about my wife or would you at least ask why I sent for you?" I shot at him. "Goddammit, Pietro. What's eating you up?" I hissed and looked at the window, seeking to direct my gaze anywhere else but at him. "Where the fuck is Carlo?" I asked him. "He's making sure the last of the hostages we released from Steve Amati's warehouse get to their homes in one piece. Why did you send for me though? I've made no progress with Amati's whereabouts if that's your reason for sending for me." I shook my head. "That's not all," I told him. "Roberto Kostas..." I paused. Snagging an almost empty glass of martini on my home office table, I gulped it do
ARIA'S POV.When I arrived with my luggage, Celia was waiting for me at the airport premises. It had been almost four months since I set my eyes on her, and she looked way thinner but still very much pretty.As she drove us into a small brick apartment, I blinked at the simplicity and comfort of the neighborhood. "I can't believe you'll ever choose to live in a country home," I told her.She smiled. "Desperate times, Aria."We stepped down from the car and I pulled out my box from the back seat. "But you said Zachary signed the papers and he didn't make a fuss. So why leave Zurich?""To start a new life." She replied. "I'd always planned to move to another City or county after the divorce. Also, I ran into someone that made my move, quicker"She said, but paused, "I ran into someone from my past.""Who?""Giuseppe. You remember him, don't you?""The mystery guy you used to talk about all the time. You said you guys broke up." I repl