*Fiorella*Yesterday something happened that I don't even know how to explain between Lorenzo and me, in the kitchen. I know that now I'm more vulnerable before him, but something tells me that I shouldn't give myself to him; I know it's the fear of belonging to him entirely and that he will break my heart.I know that he is a womanizer and that women offer themselves to him, like the god he is, the Devil; I had heard that name, I felt that Lorenzo was called that, but I didn't want to accept it.If he really wanted me or loved me, maybe everything would be different, I would give him all of me, but I can't, I'm afraid, I know I won't be the only woman, and that breaks my soul, I'm a fool for getting my hopes up with the first man who brings me down the moon and the stars.I don't hesitate to pay a fortune to have you for him. Still, he won't only have me, and just thinking or imagining another woman in his arms, havin

  *Fiorella*   A week had passed since that night when Lorenzo had sex with that woman Giovanna, and I still can't get the image of him and her together out of my head; during the following days, I avoided seeing him. He would go jogging very early in the morning, and I would stay in the guest room; as soon as he entered our bedroom, I would just wait for him to fall asleep and leave. I couldn't stand his presence; when he was near me, I could smell the cheap and everyday perfume of that woman; although jealousy ate me up inside, he told me that I didn't care. Maybe at some point, my heart and mind would believe it, so many times he repeated it over and over again, he didn't dare touch me, and I wouldn't allow it either. But today was the day I feared so much, the days passed so fast that I could not even assimilate that my wedding with the Devil was imminent; I am in front of the mirror looking at my

  *Fiorella* It's been a week since our wedding; Lorenzo rarely comes home from the office, I don't know where he has spent the night, but I don't doubt it's at his other house enjoying his days as a newly married man. I don't know if I should be happy that he hasn't forced me to be with him or angry that he hasn't even tried; I have been ignored during these days, the only one I have seen is his right-hand man Camilo. When I need something, he has been attentive to me; a few days ago, when I was in the kitchen preparing a coffee, I heard the screams of Giovanna that woman has no shame or dignity, I doubt very much that she knew the meaning of both words. I enter my house or Lorenzo's house; I don't know if I should say "my house," I don't feel like it is, even though it obviously is, being Lorenzo's wife, I can afford to say it. Still, I really don't feel like his wife and much less the owner of all this. The

*Fiorella*The following day, I woke up all alone in bed; it was too beautiful to think that Lorenzo would spend the night and every day by my side, taking care of me, the Devil; he has more important things than yesterday.I was about to get out of bed to go to breakfast when my door opened. Lorenzo came in with a tray of food in his hands; my face reflected my surprise and how bewildered I was to see that.Who was that man, and where had the reckless Mafioso of my husband gone."Good morning Principessa, how did you wake up ?" he said with a smile on his face; he was already scaring me; it was too much kindness."Who are you, and where is my Lorenzo Razzo?" I said, surprised."Why are you so surprised princess, you are my woman, my wife, and what kind of husband would I be if I didn't take care of you," he said, looking at me."I would be you yourself; I don't believe that act one bit that you are

*Lorenzo* It was already daylight, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that my wife was in my arms.After that night, when I finally made her mine, the image of her face when she was cumming on my cock, stuck in my head. So fucking naive and so fucking hot at the same time. I remembered every detail as she lay beneath me as she moaned my name in her sweet honey voice while fucking me hard. She's so innocent and beautiful, I've fallen in love with her. I want her all to myself. No matter what, I just want her for me. She won my attention the first time I saw her that day without even doing anything for herself.Who knew we would end up together? Shit, I couldn't even imagine that I would go crazy for her and wouldn't stop until I made her my wife.She is the first thing I longed for so much in my life. She became my desire in my everything; there is nothing I wouldn't do for her, there is nothing