Mag-log inBiancaThe question chokes my throat because I hadn't even thought of it that way, but yes—everything I've lived through led me right here. Even though I still can't accept it, and definitely could never love it, a part of me is starting to see it differently just because it brought me to him."You're the only thing I'm grateful for in this shitty life." I close my eyes and kiss him. "Your kisses, your caresses... they're the only good thing I've ever had.""My hands are stained too, and you know it.""Not to me. To me, they're pure, they're perfect, they're my ticket to paradise.""See? You *can* find beauty in the middle of all the filth." My brow furrows at his remark. "You say your life is shit, and I get it. But to me, you're the most beautiful thing that has ever walked this earth, Bianca."My chest tightens all over again because I can't believe he's real, that what he's telling me is true."Have you ever been in love, Fabrizio?" I ask because I can't believe a man like him is
BiancaI stretch in bed upon waking, feeling more relaxed than ever in my life and wearing a smile that hasn't faded, I think, even while I slept.Can you sleep naked with a man without anything happening?I used to think not, but the answer is yes. I spent the night with Fabrizio, both of us naked, holding each other, sharing the same air, and he didn't cross any lines. I curled up beside him, against his chest, we kissed until we were exhausted, but he didn't push past that boundary he knows I'm not ready for yet. That makes me adore him even more because, although we haven't consummated the act, I feel that the intimacy we've shared surpasses everything else.I look around, but the bedroom and the bed are empty. Before disappointment can torment me, however, I spot the red rose and the note on the pillow.I think the smile is going to split my face as I pick it up and bring it to my nose to inhale its scent. I look at the note, and my heart flutters with happiness when I read:*"If
BiancaHe smiles, but this time there’s something decidedly lascivious about it, before burying himself between my thighs and devouring me.I can’t withstand the intensity of what he’s doing to me. My head falls back against the mattress, ready to receive everything he wants to give me.For however long he stays there, I forget the ghosts. I forget the monsters, the fears, and the anxieties. I surrender to everything I’m feeling, not just in my body but in my heart too.My stomach becomes a volcano on the verge of erupting. A hot spring I never knew existed begins to flow from somewhere deep inside me, and I have to cover my mouth to keep from screaming when one of his fingers slips inside me.My channel tightens around it without me meaning to. My walls contract beyond my control, and I can’t hold back my cry when he touches that spot inside me that makes me lose all control.“Don’t hold back, dolcezza. I want to hear you. I want to hear you moan with pleasure. I want you to be free
BiancaHe lowers his gaze, looking defeated because he knows I’m right, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.A relationship between us is absolutely forbidden, and even if it kills me inside, I’ll never put him in the terrible position of having to choose between his family and me.I turn around, causing some of the water to spill over the edge, and straddle his lap. I cradle his face between my hands and press a gentle kiss to his lips.“Let’s not think about that,” I plead, barely pulling away from his mouth. “At least not today. I don’t want to think. Not after what you’ve made me feel.”He cups the back of my neck and deepens the kiss. His skilled tongue entwines with mine, and I let myself get carried away, silencing the ghosts and drowning out the echoes of the past.His kisses turn into fire, and my blood turns to lava. He traces my jawline with kisses and little nips before making his way down my neck. I stretch it out, offering it to him like a gift.My skin breaks out in goo
BiancaFor a few minutes, I am barely aware of the world spinning around me. It isn’t until the emotional haze begins to lift, my senses start to settle, and my mind clears that I slowly become conscious of my surroundings.Not even in my wildest hallucinations could I have imagined it would feel like this. I had heard sex praised so many times that it had begun to seem absurd, almost like a cruel joke, that something which had brought me so much pain could feel so good. But apparently, Fabrizio came into my life to prove me wrong, and I have no idea how to process everything I’m feeling.He gives me time and space, although my space is currently limited to his chest. Still, he allows me to recover physically and emotionally from what I’ve just experienced, interfering only through his gentle caresses. Even though I’m not sure I’ll ever fully recover from this.When my breathing settles a little and I begin to process the intimacy we’re sharing, my cheeks grow hot. I pull away just a
BiancaEvery color of the rainbow rushes to my face, and though I try to decipher what that makes me feel, I can be certain it is not the same thing I feel when the others say it. Because he does it differently, his tone is different, his look is different, and it doesn't feel like an offense, but perhaps like a compliment.My hands drop to my sides, and he takes them to guide them to my breasts, making me cup my own breasts, and the sensation feels strange to me."Touch yourself, Bianca," he begs in murmurs that warm my blood, "touch yourself and realize how magnificent you are." He guides my thumbs to my nipples and makes me stroke them in small circles. "Discover yourself, *dolcezza*, explore yourself, become the absolute owner of your own body, of your pleasure."My brain is a chaos of confusing sensations and conflicting thoughts—a deadly mixture of bitter memories fighting to break through to the surface, but being overshadowed by Fabrizio’s whispers, by his sweet yet erotic wor
Enzo I turn to look at her and nearly stumble when I see her. She's wearing a black silk baby doll that could almost pass for a mini-dress if the fabric covering her breasts weren't delicate, transparent lace, showing off a part of those pretty nipples.She approaches, swaying her hips sensuously,
EnzoI leave my room, rolling up the sleeves of my black shirt, and stop at her door, tempted to open it. Maybe I should wish her good morning, tell her I'm leaving.But what the hell is wrong with me?! I don't have to explain anything to her.Between the absurdity of making her breakfast yesterday
AriannaDerek lowered his hands, holding them up, and took a step back."Brother, I didn't know she was married, I swear to you. She didn't say anything, and she's not wearing a ring.""I am not your brother, you damned son of a bitch," he snarled, pressing the gun harder against the back of his he
AriannaI wanted him gone, as far away from me as possible. I shoved at his chest again, but Enzo was immovable, solid as stone and my effort only seemed to amuse him. His low, mocking laugh made my blood boil.“Get away!” I shouted, this time balling my fist and striking him.But before I could re







