All Chapters of The Don's Runaway Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

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

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

I felt a swell in my heart. "Do you say this because you really love me or because of how close you feel to me right now?""Can I ask a question, sir?" "Go ahead.""Why do I feel this close to you?"Her question brought a smile to my face. "Because you're open," I replied. "I've broken you, Tesorina." She frowned, but her eyes remained shut. Oh, my little treasure. She looked everything like the perfect woman for me. "I broke you up here." I touched her temples indicating her mind. "And here." I tapped her chest. "Now you feel close to me." "I do sir, and I love you." She replied."And that's a good thing, Amore. There’s nothing in this world like what we share.""I belong to you, sir." She said, loud and clear."You belong to me," I repeated after her."Can you keep me forever, Sir?""Yes, you're mine forever," I told her, and somehow, that made her relax even more. "And I love you too, Tesorina, too much," I confessed. He

God... I moaned uncontrollably. I wasn't even sure of my reason for moaning; was it his words or the fact that he was now rubbing my clit through my silk gown? The slippery material worked me into a near frenzy. "No other man in this world can have you because you're mine, and I am meant to worship you for the rest of my life."I moaned loudly. If he doesn't stop talking, maybe I'll have to come earlier than I ought to. He pressed his finger more firmly against my clit, drawing out another moan from me. "If you ever leave me for another man, I'll find that man. I'll murder him and then I'll take you back home with me. But I don't think you'll ever leave me. Will you?""No, sir." The reply came out even before he finished asking. To prove his point, he picked up the tempo and dipped his finger lower, playing in the wetness at my entrance. "Christ, Amore, I'm never going to get enough of you." He said and shoved one thick finger inside me. "Yes, sir." I mo