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Jane's p o v.

I hold my breath as his fingers spread over my small waist and he pulls me to himself until I feel my abdomen pressing against his bulge between the front of his thighs.

My hand comes to rest on his chest in order to push him away but his grip is tight and stronger. 

I feel the sweat spreading over my skin as my body shivers, my skin prickling to his touch.

The surprising part is how I lost my ability to fight back. I had been so eager to fight him off but now I was powerless to his sick charms in the shadows.

When he lifts is face from me, I feel his breathing over my lips and nose.

    " I missed you, my darling Lucia... " He bites my chin softly and I'm telling myself to break free of his grip but my body doesn't allow it. " I have missed you so fucking much! " His head is now bent under my chin and I am forced to throw my head backwards as he runs kisses over my neck.

    " Wait... " I finally find my voice but I almost can't hear myself. 

I am so glued to him that the heat becomes intensified in my body. My throat becomes dry and I have to leave my lips hanging to gasp for air. 

" ...please. " I plead while my brows are arching up in a frown as my skin prickles.

    " Shhh... " He hisses and his hand leaves my waist and travels up my side, brushing my breast gently before I feel his long fingers snatch my chin.

I can't contain the panic in me anymore as I begin to wail in terror. I force myself away from him but I am barely out of his grip when he holds me back, his lips now brushing mine.

What was he trying to do? I was beginning to spin in a fit of intense trepidation. 

This couldn't be happening to me. I couldn't hold back the shiver anymore.

He holds me back to himself and as I catch the frown on his face, my sight begins to go blurry while at the same time I struggle to breath. 

My head begins to throb and I start feeling dizzy like I was falling.

He finally releases me and I am relieved but I can't help the numbness in my feet. I can't feel my entire body but I know that I'm struggling to breath while falling.

His hands stretch forwards and he takes me back into his arms before everywhere goes pitch black.

** ** **

I was more than relieved when I returned back to consciousness lying on top of the softness of my bed. The terrible nightmare was over at last. I was free. 

It was a very strange dream that I woke up with tears dried over my cheeks.

I opened my eyes to see the brown fluffy bed cloth that was covering my hand along with the entire bed. 

I was lying chest down so I had to have my head slightly raised to see my bare arm. I caught a blurry glimpse of the spaghetti strap of the red dress I had on fallen over the shoulder.

The red dress was instantly alarming and I tried to rise fully.

    " Rise and shine. " I hear a bold voice and I spring up instantly to sit on my butt.

No! There was no way this was truly happening to me. I couldn't actually be here for real. How was I still here? 

Having my back to the large pillows lined against the bed board, I watched him standing away from me near his wardrobe. 

He was shirtless on a pair of royal blue joggers that bore two lines from the waist down to the feet. The brightness of the room tells me it's daytime.

My heart begins to beat very fast again as I watch him in awe.

He had a very muscular body postured on tall legs. His fingers are long as it spread over his packs, the pinkish tip of his fingers scratching his healthy looking skin.

He turns over and grabs a white shirt from the cloth hook. As his side is turned to me, his curly hair falls over his eyes and as he throws his arm into the sleeve, I pull the blanket up to cover my bare thighs.

I had woken up to find my dress yanked up my thighs barely below my waist. 

At once, my fears slowly turn into anger. Did this bastard...

    " You don't have anything to worry about. " He interrupts my thoughts with his deep voice and look up at him to see that he is slowly buttoning up his shirt.

He starts walking closer to the bed with his hands still on his buttons.

    " You slept like a baby all through the night and I wouldn't dare to interrupt such peace. "

    " Where am I? " I yelled.

    " The Enricho's villa. " He leaves his shirt unbuttoned at the chest as he nears me. " I'm sorry if I frightened you so much to send you fainting last night. " He sits on the bed beside me with his legs on the ground and I leaned away from him. " I have missed your touch so much that I lost control of myself. "

"Look! If this is all some kind of prank, it has got end now. That stunt you pulled last night wasn't funny." I caught a look of astonishment on his face, like he was amazed that I was suddenly speaking to him this way. 

"And for the last time. I am not Lucia."

I watch his expression which slowly changes from amazed to defeated. He sighs. " It pains me to admit that you're not her. But you look so much like her. Your nose. Your eyes... " His fingers touch my cheek. " your lips..."

"Cut it out." I hit his hand off.

He exhales, turning his back slightly to me.

"When my Lucia died I thought I would never see her again. It almost drove me crazy because it was all my fault. I didn't cherish her when she was with me. But each time I watched you stroll across that street every day... I knew my Lucia hadn't died. You are here."

    " No. You can't just force me to stay with you because I look like your dead girlfriend. "

    " Fiancée. " He corrects me in a hush. " She wanted to marry so badly but I never had the time. Which is why... " His eyes are glued to mine and I can't help but stare back. " we're getting married in three days.“