Se connecterCHIARAThe cold edge of the knife dug deeper against my throat.I flinched, choking on the tremor that rattled through my chest, the sting of metal sharp enough to draw the faint trickle of blood that slid down, warm and terrible, into the hollow of my collarbone. My breath caught. My pulse thundered so violently that I thought it might burst against the blade itself.“Don’t move!” the man behind me barked, his voice low, desperate. “Don’t take another step, Massimo, or I’ll...” The threat broke, his words jagged, his breath shaky against the back of my neck.It was almost absurd, the way his fear betrayed him. Even as the steel pressed into my skin, even as my body was trapped against his, I could feel it...his terror. Not mine. His. The way his hand trembled faintly, the way his voice cracked, as if the mere act of standing in front of Massimo stole the air from his lungs. The same Massimo he had boasted about ruining an hour ago.I swallowed hard, afraid the motion might slice me o
MASSIMOThe house was too quiet.I hadn’t noticed it at first. The sky outside was already bruising into night by the time I returned, my shoes carrying traces of dust from the outer path, my head preoccupied with the meetings that had dragged me longer than I liked. But the moment I stepped into the villa, something pressed at me...something very wrong, something missing.It took only a breath to realize what it was.Chiara.Her presence always lingered. In the faint sound of pages turning when she locked herself away in the library. In the soft pad of footsteps overhead when she tried to pretend she wasn’t pacing. In the delicate, stubborn quiet she carried even when she refused to acknowledge me.But now… there was nothing.The silence of the house felt like a wound.I didn’t even take off my jacket. I went straight upstairs, my strides sharp, my pulse already tightening in my throat. Her room was the first place I checked...empty. Bed untouched. Curtains drawn wide as though she
CHIARAThe ground was hard beneath my cheek, rough stonesbiting into my skin where he'd shoved me down. Dampearth clung to mny hair, grit in my mouth every time l drew abreath. My wrists ached from the ropes digging into them,the coarse fibers already tearing my skin open. Myshoulders screamed from being wrenched behind me toolong. I tried to quiet the sobs, to Swallow the sound, butthe tears wouldn't stop; they slid hot and endless down myface, soaking into the dirt. I wanted to be strong. To think.But panic had its claws in me and wouldn't let go.It was late. Too late. The sky through the cracks in therotting wood was a deep velvet black now, no trace oftwilight left.Massimo would have noticed by now. He alwaysnoticed. The thought of his anger made me shudder, angerthat could cut as sharply as a blade. But even through thefear I clung to it like a lifeline. He wouldn't let this happen.He would come for me. He always did. Even | knew lifewith Massimo...his controlli
CHIARAI've lost track of time. I don't know how long I've beenhere and I don't want to know, it would just remind me ofthe people I left at home... my parents, they must be soworried. I tried my best to stop thinking about thisnegatively and I'm just being positive right now. It could bealot worse. I could have gotten kidnapped by sextraffickers or murderers or... anything worse than what Ihave right now.I think it has been a week since Massimo fucked meunder water, and since then, he comes home much earlier,finds me and fucks me. Sometimes, we talk. He still keepsalot of his secrets from me, but he shares somethings withme. Like how his relationship with his mum has been overthe years, and how extremely wealthy he is.Imade it a daily routine to always leave the mansionafter breakfast and explore which ever part of the forest myfeet lead me to. It has been really fun, nature is fun andpeaceful. There are lots of fruit trees in the forest and I hadto improve my tree
CHIARAMassimo continues to thrust inside me and I feel my body building up to a crescendo. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, and all-consuming. I'm lost in the sensation, unable to think or reason.His lips claim mine again, his tongue tangling with mine as he fucks me. His hands grip my ass, holding me in place as he pounds into me.I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with anticipation. Massimo senses it too, his thrusts becoming more urgent and intense."Come for me, Chiara," Massimo whispers, his breath hot against my ear. "Let go and come for me."His words send me over the edge, and I feel myself exploding into a million pieces. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, and all-consuming.Massimo's arms wrap around me as my body trembles with my orgasm, holding me close as he continues to thrust inside me. His lips claim mine, his tongue tangling with mine as he drinks in my cries of pleasure.Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Massi
CHIARAIrene's expression changes, and she looks away, a hint of a blush on her cheeks. "I once had a crush on him, I mean, who wouldn't? He is a big, strong, and dangerous man and he was good to my family. I don't have a crush on him anymore though. Right now, I respect him and I am loyal to him".I nod my head, trying very hard to know what the little pang in my chest just now signified. Am I jealous? She does know and understand Massimo a lot better than I do and I can't help but feel a little left jealous... just a little though."I don't see what's likeable about him. He is an asshole", I mutter under my breath and Irene shakes her head with a smile.Irene's smile widens, and she leans in closer. "You're just saying that because he hasn't really left the best impressions with you," she whispers. "But trust me, Chiara, Massimo is a good man. He's just... complicated and dangerous...and dark."I raise an eyebrow, skeptical. "Complicated and dangerous?" I repeat. "That's one way to







