บททั้งหมดของ MINE, PEACHES : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The Next DayPIETRO GIACOMETTI All night, I had been unable to sleep. And no, it wasn't because of lack of peace or whatever reason people don't get to sleep. It was because I wanted to note every fucking second I spent with my Peaches in my arms. After last night, she had clung onto me and I had been more than willing to sleep beside her, holding her close to me like I have always wanted to. I should have made her stay with me way before this time. "Hmm." there was a small, cute sound from her as she stirred awake slowly, her lashes fluttering. "Good morning, Peaches." I pressed a kiss to her forehead and her beautiful eyes opened to look into mine. For the next few seconds, she just stared, her body stiffening in my arms but the next second, she recoiled away from me and rolled to the other side of the bed. Fuck this bed for being big enough for that. "What are you..." She was definitely about to ask what I was doing in her bed. "You asked me to stay. I am here with your con

PIETRO GIACOMETTI I watched from a distance as Peaches went through the clothing items, checking and dropping. She had been doing so for over five minutes now and she had picked absolutely nothing. Each time, her eyes would light up in delight and then she'd check the price tag and drop it quickly with a slight head shake. "Boss." Finn called. "I got the information on Dylan Donovic already and I think you will definitely be interested in this." Finn handed the tablet to me and I tore my gaze off Peaches for a second. "I ran a casual check on him and there was nothing special but when I looked into his work life, I found out it wasn't as casual as it seemed. He is involved in a small assassination and petty dirty job business. He leads the small chain along with a woman named Kate Brown. His business has an average rating but looks promising as he has been getting some quite good assassination deals lately and..."I raised a hand, making Finn stop mid his report. My gaze lifted f

The Next NightCAILY GALILEO 'I fucking love you''I will always protect you from those bastards, Peaches.' Those words had been in my head all day, accompanied by the soft and yet deep laugh that had stirred me awake last night. Each time those words resounded in my head, my heart would go off. And the feeling it caused... I hated it and tried to wish it away but I simply could not. I was standing before Pietro's door right now. That was where he wanted tonight session to be. I breathed in deeply before inputting the passcode. The door clicked open and I walked in, trying not to think about the passcode. "He's just crazy and that's not on me" I mumbled over and over again as I walked further into his chambers. I stopped in front of the door which I knew would lead to his personal room and raised a hand to knock but my hand froze mid air. If he didn't knock before walking into my room last night, why do I have to do the knocking?With those thoughts in my head, I pushed the door

CAILY GALILEO I wanted more. I wanted as much as my body could take. No, I wanted as much as Pietro could give me tonight and something told me he could give me a whole lot of that. I was being dirty, thoughtless, shameless and stupid. I was well aware of all of that and mods than anything, I knew I would regret most of this night, tomorrow but right now, I didn't want to care about tomorrow. If I was going to regret, then I should give myself enough to regret over. My legs trembled as Pietro let them down from the held up position they had been in and his face came into view. "You sounded so good, tesoro." His thick voice made my body ache for even more. "See how much you came... Ah, you are such a good girl..." He kept my legs spread and began to kiss my thighs. "Oh...""You are being a very good girl tonight, Peaches, you know that right?" He looked up at my face as his lips moved closer to my pussy. "Y-yes sir." My voice was thin and quivering. "Hmm... Good girls are rewa

CAILY GALILEO I brushed away the tears from my cheeks and cuddled the pillow I was holding onto even more tightly. I didn’t even know exactly why I was crying. Was it because of everything that had happened? Or was it because of the way it had ended? I had seen Pietro happy, I had seen him angry, I had seen him mad but I had never seen him look hurt except on that night, he killed my father and I ran away from him. But tonight he had looked at me the same way when I told him I had never loved him and I could never love him. I had seen that hurt in his eyes and I had seen how he had concealed that hurt with a chuckle. But then I had told him the truth and that was the right thing to do. It was better to let him know that even if we have sex, it would not mean that I belonged to him or that I loved him. How could I ever love him when the memories of that night remained glued to my head? When I could still recall how brutal he was? And when I knew how obsessed he was? I didn’t lo