INICIAR SESIÓNAdrianoRocco told me Chiara chose a red dress to wear, but when the door opens and she walks out, my jaw hits the floor. The sleeveless dress hugs her curves perfectly, as if it has been molded to her body.As she steps forward, her leg shows through the slit on the side. All my blood rushes down to a completely wrong place. I want to shove her against the wall and kiss her, and then I want to pull her leg up and fuck her right here in the hallway.Do I even want her to go out like this? The dress wasn’t this hot in the photos because Chiara wasn’t wearing it. People will be staring at her. She’ll have everyone’s attention. Is she even wearing any panties?I want to take a peek, but Chiara is watching me. Her chin is up, her eyes full of fire. I think she chose the sexiest dress on purpose. Does she think I’ll change my mind and not want her to come with me? Or does she want to provoke me into ripping the dress off her and forgetting all about the party until it’s too late?If I didn
Chiara“I need you to do something for me,” Adriano says with a smile on his face as soon as I take a seat at the table in the dining room.There’s no food on the table this time, just an empty bucket next to my chair. What the hell is going on?“Do what?” I ask.“There’s an event where all important businessmen will be. I need you to come with me, as my wife.”“What?” I gape at him.Is he serious right now? I don’t even know how he can say we’re married because the papers I signed can’t be legal. And now he wants to parade me in public as his wife?“No.” I cross my arms. “I’m not your wife, so I won’t do that.”“You should be glad I’m offering you this chance. Take it as a sign of my goodwill. I’m going to let you go once I have what I want. My wife disappearing would cause me some complications. Of course, I’d deal with those if you decided not to do what I asked of you, but I’m sure you and your parents will be more reasonable in the future.”I don’t trust him. If everyone really s
AdrianoI’m too comfortable around Chiara. She’s not a danger to me, and my body usually knows when I can relax and let myself dream. But not tonight.Chiara says she called my name, and she doesn’t have a reason to lie. And yet, I didn’t hear her. Weird things happen to me when she’s around. It’s almost as if she’s my real wife, and I don’t have to worry about anything around her, except making sure she’s safe.The things I told her can be used against me if she talks to the wrong people. It’s as if I’m trying to find a reason not to ever let her go. But I don’t want to kill her either.I rake my hand through my hair. Everything will be done soon enough. I just need to make sure everyone knows and sees Chiara as my wife, and then I’ll get her father to sign what he needs to sign.Chiara and her parents are all terrified of me enough. Chiara even said it herself, but for some reason, I wasn’t the least bit happy to hear it. Her strange effect on me will be over soon.Once she’s free,
ChiaraMy eyes fly open.Adriano is mumbling something in his sleep. I eye him carefully. It’s dark, but I can see he’s in some kind of distress.“Don’t leave me,” he whispers.Is he having a nightmare? His breathing is ragged, and his body is shaking as if he’s trying to move but can’t.“Adriano?” I say softly.He doesn’t hear me. I want to go over to him, but I don’t want to end up in the basement. Snatching a pillow, I toss it across the room. My aim sucks, so it ends up landing nowhere near him.But Adriano rolls over, jumps up, and aims his gun at the pillow and then at me. I gasp. Where the hell did that gun come from and how did he do all that so fast?I lift my hands up, not daring to move. He looks around the room and turns on the lights. I squint at him. His forehead is beaded with sweat.“What the fuck did you just do? Throw a pillow at me?” he asks.“Um, you were having a nightmare, I think. You said—”“So what?” he snaps, holstering his gun. “I could’ve shot you!”“That’s
AdrianoChiara is still tense,but she seems to be fine. Should I call the doctor up here anyway? She closes her eyes, but then opens them, her chest quickly rising and falling. I wish I could read her mind.There are moments where it looks like she’s frozen in a different time and space. As if she’s somewhere else. But what’s bothering her so much that it keeps her trapped like that? Is it just me?I wouldn’t discard that possibility. She’d been living her idyllic life until I showed up at her house. All of this is a lot for her to take in, but she’s strong. I know she has a fire in her, and she’ll be fine.She’s been alone with her thoughts for too long. Something like that used to happen to me sometimes, in moments when I had zero control over my life. She must be thinking about a way to escape, or she’s wondering what will happen to her.I don’t want her to be uncomfortable around me, even though I don’t know if that’s possible anymore. The Chiara from Amore Bruciante will never be
Adriano“Chiara!”My chair topples with a thud as I jump to my feet.I manage to catch her just before she’s about to hit the floor. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks flushed. I glance at the table, but she hasn’t snatched the fork or anything that she could use to kill me.“Chiara,” I repeat, caressing her cheek.Her skin is hot to the touch.“Should I call for help?” Rocco asks.“Yes. Go!” I can’t believe he’s still standing here.I pick up Chiara in my arms and rush with her to the bathroom. Kneeling in the shower, I let the water run. I splash her face, adrenaline surging through my veins.“Chiara, wake up.” What’s wrong with her?I let the cool water run over us as I hold her in my arms. There’s an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. Worry? Fear? I haven’t felt that in forever, but that’s because I’ve always been in control of everything lately.Now I don’t know what’s going on with Chiara, and I have zero clue as to why I even told her anything about myself. Why bring up the past







