CAILY GALILEO
AGAIN.
I was being stupid again. Ever since I stepped into this mansion, it seemed like stupidity had been a second part of me. Or perhaps it had always been a part of me but it was just being more enhanced.
If I was a little bit wise, just a tiny bit, I would not be seated here, actually yearning for the touch of this man. I would not be seated still, letting his hand move further down my thighs. I would not listen to his dirty words and have my pussy getting wet. I would not have my nipples hard right now and my lips would not be slightly parted with my brain urging me to moan out his name, to just let go and let his name slip out of my lips.
“Let me show you, Peaches. Telling isn’t enough.” his face moved closer to mine and I could not believe how much I wanted to kiss him right fucking now.
His fingers slipped past my wet panties and I gasped, my back arching slightly. His fingers were in my panties! Pietro had his fingers in my panties and I was not stopping him.
I had to stop him. I had to tell him no, I had to maintain my stance. If only I could will my lips to part and let out those words but I couldn’t…
‘I can. I can tell him to stop. I can stop him. I…’
“Pietro…” I had intended to stop him but that slight brush of his fingers against my pussy lips had turned the word into a moan.
“Pietro.” I leaned forward slightly to kiss him. That could not have been me. It could never be Caily who was inching closer to kiss Pietro Giacometti but it was me, all me.
I was silently praying for a miracle, any type of miracle that would save me from my own self.
And that miracle came! My phone suddenly rang and it was all I needed to get my senses back.
I jumped at the ringing of my phone, pulling away from Pietro instantly and hastily. His fingers slipped out of my panties and I hurried up to my feet.
My face reddened even more and I could not look at Pietro’s face to see what expression he had on. I grabbed my phone from the table and scurried away, damning the breakfast.
My shaky knees let me run as fast as they possibly could let me but I stopped a few steps away, turned back and saw him.
Pietro had a small smirk on his face and I wanted to wipe that smirk away. He moved his finger to his lips and I watched.
I watched as he sucked on his finger, tasting me while watching me intently with his devilish eyes. A dirty picture forced itself into my head.
Me grinding my pussy into Pietro’s face. Oh hell! What was I thinking?!
I slapped myself, turned and scurried out hastily.
I didn’t stop with the hasty movements until I found myself in my room. I shut the door behind me, heart pumping, face red, pussy wet and throbbing, nipples hard and my knees tired.
I let my back rest on the door and I gently slid to my butt on the floor.
“Caily.” I called my name, trying to shake myself out of it but that wasn’t working.
Why did Pietro have to be so… so fucking hot? Why did his voice have to be so good? Why did he have to tell me how he would suck my tits, how he would leave bite marks all over? Why did he have to tell me how he would fuck… fuck my wet pussy….
My hand subconsciously moved in between my thighs and before I knew it, I had a hand in between my thighs.
‘Oh no. I could not touch myself because of Pietro, yet again. I…’
My phone rang again and my body shuddered as my dim gaze caught the sight of the phone. It was an unknown contact and I just wanted to fucking ignore it and rub my needy pussy.
‘A little bit of control, Caily. A little bit of control, please.’ I begged myself, even as my finger rubbed my clit a little bit more.
“Fuck!” I threw my head to the side a little as the phone stopped ringing.
I rubbed harder, my lips parting in moans but the phone rang yet again. I groaned out loud in frustration.
“This’d better be important.” I grumbled as I grabbed the phone and picked up the call.
“Hello. Who is this?” I was sure my voice carried my unmistakable annoyance.
“Caily? Is that you, Caily?” It was Dylan’s voice.
My brows furrowed.
“How… Why would you call me with another contact, Dylan?” I asked, a little more pissed off than I usually would be.
“Because you blocked my contact, Caily but that is not even what matters at the moment. I will ask you a question and I want you… no, I need you to give me the truthful answers to the questions. Who are you currently staying with? Are you really with Pietro Giacometti?”
I got even more confused and my body tensed a little bit more as I wondered how Dylan had come to know that.
“How did you know that?” I asked him.
“Fuck! You are really with him, Caily. Who is he to you? How did you get to know him? What is the basis of your relationship…”
“Dylan, we have broken up. I do not understand the need for me to answer these questions when we are no longer together. Whatever I do with another man should not be much of your business anymore, Dylan. Focus more on Kate instead.”
“Oh please, Caily. I have told you over and over again that the one I love is you, not Kate but let’s trash all that talk at the moment. Whatever took you to Pietro, whoever he is to you, you need to leave him right now. Pietro Giacometti is not a good person and nothing good is going to come out of you being in his home with him. Just… listen, I won’t come to your home so just go home. Go home right now. Leave Pietro Giacometti and go home straight away.”
“I have no reason to listen to you, Dylan and I also do not understand you at all.”
“You can understand me later but you have to leave Pietro Giacometti right now. He is not a good man. Hear me out, he… he is a bad man, a very, very bad man.”
I knew that. I knew Pietro was a monster. And I could even say I knew that more than Dylan could ever know, well, except Dylan’s father had also been stabbed in front of him.
“I know he is a bad man but I have a reason for being here and I won’t be leaving at your words. Do not try calling me this way again, Dylan. Please, we… we are over. Totally over.” I said conclusively and ended the call.
I let out a sharp breath, dropping the phone to the floor. How in the world did Dylan know Pietro? And just how much did he know about Pietro to be warning me so sternly against Pietro? And exactly how did he come to find out where I was?
I had a lot of questions but none of those questions could overshadow the urge to touch myself, the urge to have someone else touch me….
I could not mention who that someone else was. I could never mention it.
“I hate you, Pietro.” I whispered hatefully as I reached a hand to my tits and pinched a nipple. I hated the way the mere thoughts of him made me feel. I hated the way my body reacted to the closeness of him, his warmth, that powerful cologne of his that I wanted to…
“Pietro…” I gasped his name in a sharp moan before returning to my mantra.
“I hate you, Pietro…” I moaned out as I rubbed my pussy to the picture of the damned monster in my head.