CAILY GALILEO
My vision was blurry and my head throbbed with a dull ache as I opened my eyes slowly in my bed. The slowly becoming familiar ceiling came to my sight and I groaned softly before turning away to face the other side.
Memories of last night flashed in my head and I cuddled up on my bed a lot more, shutting my eyes right back as if shutting my eyes would erase all what happened last night.
I could not comprehend what I had done last night, I could not comprehend the lack of control I had felt and I certainly could not in any way understand how I had given up so much control to Pietro.
I was supposed to detest him badly, I was supposed to be doing this just because I had no other choice. I should be doing just things I am obligated to do and nothing more.
Moaning so… So desperately, letting out those dirty noises, begging to be allowed to cum and eventually cumming. None of that was an obligation. That was all me and that was me in reaction to Pietro.
And I had even let him kiss me! He had not gone against the rules of the contract. He had asked and I had given him my consent to kiss me.
My fingers slowly went for my lips and I touched my bottom lip gently. The feeling of his lips against mine, the trembling of our bodies as we both climaxed with lips brushing and kissing with an almost intent determination of not letting go. And his cock… I had seen it, its length, it’s girth and how hard it was for me. That was him in reaction to me. That was how his body reacted to me. In that moment, I had so much wanted to at least wrap my hands around his cock to at least feel what it felt like, to feel how hard and how hot he was for me. To feel him react when I wrap my hands around him and… And the feel of his cum on my ass while he moaned deeply in my…
“Hell!” I cursed and sat up in one quick second, an action that made my head throb even more with the ache.
After my shameless climax while clinging onto the man who killed my father, Pietro had brought me back to my room and a bath had been prepared. The bath was calming but I could not stop thinking about it and staying up so late, thinking about it made my head hurt now.
I threw the sheets off my body and got up to my feet gently as if the floor was made of very delicate glasses that would shatter if I stepped on them harder.
I walked slowly to the mirror in the room and with a faltering breath, I stood in front of it.
“You are stupid, Caily.” I said to my reflection in the mirror.
“Are you that horny? Are you that out of control when it comes to physical pleasure that you would shield control even to a man like that?”
‘It felt good, Caily.’ My reflection seemed to give a response and I jumped slightly before rushing away from the mirror.
“Felt good? Felt… Felt good?” I muttered, trying to find a part of last night that didn’t feel good.
I just had to fixate on the bad part. But what part of it was bad?
A few seconds of standing still and letting the memories rush in freely made my knees go slightly weak.
“It all felt good.” the words dropped from my lips without my consent.
I gasped at the words that came from me. I had not regained myself when a knock came on my door. I pulled myself together, wondering who it was. Could it be Pietro?
“Come in.” I decided not to ask who was at the door. Whoever it was, I was eventually going to let them in anyways.
The door opened and the lady from the other day stepped in with a nice, polite smile on her face.
“Good morning, Miss. I hope you had a great sleep.”
“Yes… Uhm, yes I did.”
“That’s great. Sir Pietro would like to invite you to join him for breakfast before you leave for work.”
The faux smile on my face vanished. Pietro was living in a fucking fairytale if he thought I would be around him longer than I absolutely have to be.
“Tell Sir Pietro that I have no obligations to have meals with him and so I will not be doing so.” I stated firmly and saw her eyes blink rapidly, almost in fear. Her face was similarly clouded with that expression.
My brows raised with a question as to what was the cause of the sudden expression of fear. She pulled her hand from her back and my eyes widened as I saw that she had a kitchen knife with her.
“What are you doing with a knife?” I asked, immediately taking a step back out of instinct.
“Sir Pietro has instructed me to commit instant suicide if you refuse the invitation of breakfast with him.” She replied, almost emotionlessly.
“Commit… Commit suicide? How can someone ask you to commit…”
“When it comes to him, committing suicide is a very merciful option and I’d stick to it rather than die in his…”
“Stop!!” I raised my voice, cutting her off.
“I’ll be down for the damn breakfast!” I added, my voice still raised.
“Really?” Her face lit up and she lowered her hand which held the knife.
“I will… Just don’t… Don’t commit suicide or anything.”
“Definitely, ma’am. Sir Pietro will be expecting you at the dining area in his chambers in ten minutes. Do let me know if you need anything else.”
“I… I don’t. I am just going to wash up a bit.” I said and she gave a small curt bow before exiting the room.
Forcing me into coming for breakfast by threatening the life of an innocent woman. Actions typical of a monster.
*
I took one more turn and stopped right in front of a majestic door. I glanced at the iPad in my hands and ascertained that I was at the right place.
The door however had a finger, facial and password encryption and somehow, I was curious to know what the password would be. Would it be something casual? Or something that referred to his nature? Or something about… About me?
I wasn’t hoping for it to be about me, though. I certainly wasn’t hoping so but I carefully punched in my birthday anyways.
Wrong.
There was a small beep and then Pietro’s voice came from the other side. The door, recognising his voice opened up and I straightened up, puffing my chest out with faux confidence but the confidence was gone in only a few seconds as the mere sight of Pietro made my body somehow ease…
Fuck this! Fuck this!!
“Good morning, Peaches.” his brown eyes met with mine and I could not help but note that Pietro’s eyes were always holding a juxtaposition whenever he looked at me.
A dark sunshine. However in the world the sunshine in his eyes was dark, I had no idea but I knew it was.
I ignored his greeting and stepped into his chambers, hearing the door lock with a gentle click behind me.
“Where is the dinning area? I am going to take a few bites and go my way. I’ve got work to do.” I said as nonchalantly as I could, intent on making last night seem like it had been nothing to me.
Yes, it truly was nothing to me but a big, fucked up mistake.
“What did you think my password would be?” Pietro’s voice boomed as he led the way to the dinning area.
“I don’t know. I was just punching in random numbers.” I shrugged nonchalantly.
“Did you try out your birthday?”
‘Yes, I did but it wasn’t that. I guess you are not as obsessed with me as you claim you are.’
My cheeks flushed up at the response that my mind had come up with and I was so glad that my mouth had decided not to work with my mind at the moment because what the hell were those words?
“I told you I was just punching in random numbers.” I repeated.
“Right, you were. Anyways, I did have a quite tough time deciding if I should use your birthday for this lock or if I should use the date I set my eyes on you. I eventually went for the latter.”
It was… It was still about me?
There was this feeling. This sweetly sick feeling that turned my stomach for a second.
Dylan had made nothing in his life about me but here was Pietro, this psychopath and he had made everything in his life about me.
Everything I knew about this man was in some way related to me. Every single fucking thing.