CAILY GALILEO
That Night.
My knees were buckly, my breathing was very much uneven. My heart was pounding uncontrollably in my chest and somehow even amongst this mix of emotions, there was a tiny bit of shameful excitement.
It definitely wasn’t me being excited because in a few minutes, I would be having to walk in a room where Pietro was waiting for me and I’d have to perform for him.
It would not include him touching me but I knew very well that it would border a lot on that.
How could I even trust that he would not touch me? How could I ever trust a man who killed my father?
I was sure, very certain that Pietro must have ended the lives of a few more people over the past few years. It was a certainty for a monster like him
I sucked in a deep breath, looking into the mirror, at my own reflection.
I was dressed in a sexy, black lingerie. It felt comfortable and yet I could see from the mirror that I looked sexy in a way I was certain I had never looked before.
For a brief second, my mind drifted back to Dylan. He had never seen me in something this sexy, had he?
Yes, he had seen once of twice in something skimpy but he had never seen me in a sexy lingerie like the one I was wearing right now.
Pietro being the first man to see me this way. I didn’t know how to feel about that.
I gulped down hard, telling myself that I would avoid this if there was a way to avoid it but there was no such way and I had to do this. That was the only option available to me.
I drew in a deep breath, let it out and looked away from the mirror. I picked up the black lacy coat and threw it on, thing the knot loosely before heading out of my room.
The directions had been clear on the note that I had found in the device in my room when I returned earlier.
‘Go down the hall, take a right turn, walk into the second door.’
I followed the directions and in a little less than a minute, I was standing in front of the second door like I had been directed to.
For the last time, I wondered if there was another option but there was none. Or maybe there could be one if I thought about this hard enough but I wasn’t going to think about this hard enough.
Not because I didn’t want to find a solution. Certainly not because of that.
I knocked on the door and the next second, there was a soft clicking noise from the door. I pushed the door open gently and stepped into the room.
It was a dimly lit room and there was a sweet scent in the air. A sweet and fragrant scent. My heart was pounding and my knees were bucking as my eyes landed on the man in the room.
The room was huge but there were few things in the room. There was a couch, there were several wall lockers which would have had me wondering what was locked behind turn but the sight of the man sitting on the edge of the bed was a little too distracting to let me think about lockers.
Pietro’s was seated on the edge of the bed, in a man spreading position. His shirt buttons were undone all the way, leaving a glimpse of his chest and abs.
Hot.
God, Pietro was hot. How could a monster like him have been blessed with a body and face like that? How could he not have turned into a very monster like creature as per his monstrous qualities.
My cheeks flushed with a warm blush as my gaze dropped to his bulge. He was hard… How… How was he getting hard from just the sight of me? Was I that… That sexy, that appealing to him?
“Peaches.” he called my name, and that action made me instantly look away from his bulge.
“I would certainly not object if you want us to skip the entire teasing and go right to fucking. Trust me, I have waited so fucking long.” he rose up to his feet, making me feel smaller instantly.
That height. Goddamnit, that height of his.
I watched him take two steps closer to me, making his face even more visible and as soon as I could catch the sight of his brown eyes, I recalled it again. His face in between my legs.
My thighs subconsciously pressed together closely at the mere recalling of that dream.
“I will only act according to my contract terms.” I stated as firmly as I could while being under those penetratingly, sharp gaze.
“Don’t get it wrong, Peaches…” He reached a hand towards me and reached for my hair. For some reason, I could not pull away or will myself to be disgusted by his touches.
“Fucking me isn’t going against your contract terms. In fact, that is just one of the several eventual purposes of your contract terms.”
“Just one of them?” I could not help but ask with a slightly faltering voice as his finger delved gently through the tip of my hair.
“You didn’t think all I needed from you was your body, right?” He bent down a bit more to look in my eyes but I knew the right decision to make. To look away from those eyes of his.
“I need a whole lot more than your body, Peaches.”
“You will never get any from me. My body or anything else you are thinking of. You are getting none” I said bravely, expecting him to frown a little but he smirked instead.
“So we are choosing to go on with the teasing game, let’s play it then. I can handle being teased as long as it is by you.”
“This. Is. Not. Teasing. I will only do what I have to do and nothing more.”
“I’d be looking forward to seeing you forget those words when I make you cum without even touching this perfect body of yours.” His fingers gently trailed my face and I hate to admit that his soft, slow caresses were actually electrifying.
“I will start my job now” I stated firmly and took two steps away from him.
His smirk grew wider, almost into a grin as he straightened up, rising to full height.
There was a slight shrug of his shoulders as he stepped back and returned to sitting on the edge of the bed. I gulped down hard and did a few breathing practices to calm myself down.
This session was only going to last for ten minutes. Ten minutes and this is over until tomorrow night.
Just ten minutes. What could possibly go wrong in ten minutes?