บททั้งหมดของ MINE, PEACHES : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

CAILY GALILEO HE WAS RIGHT.Pietro was right that the most appealing option is not always the best option because as he dropped me into a room I had not entered into for over a week, I knew I was going to be crazy very soon. Into the red room. Pietro dropped me on the bed. I was still in the ripped sleep wear, legs betraying my once upon a time ability to work. "Spread your legs, Peaches" His deep voice came and my legs, the same ones that betrayed me obeyed him instantly and my legs immediately parted wide. "You have a very pretty pussy, carino. Every inch of you is so pretty. Every bit of you is such a beauty that overwhelms my being." His fingers trailed my thighs lightly and I swallowed hard as his fingers moved closer to my sensitive, twitching pussy. I sucked in a deep breath as his fingers got very close to my slit. "How about I make you cum on my face? Have your pussy on my face and make you grind this sweet cunt on my face. Tongue fuck your pussy and rub your clit. How

CAILY GALILEO Lips pressed to my forehead as I slowly stirred awake. "Hmm " I grumbled as I moved a hand to my eyes and rubbed lightly on it before fluttering my eyes open. "You are awake," Pietro whispered, looking into my eyes before kissing the tip of my nose. I closed my eyes for a short second before nodding and reopening my eyes. His gaze was mine. "Oh god, don't tell me you are thinking of..." I started. Pietro chuckled, a heartwarming sound coming from him and I could feel my heart rate pick up. He put a hand to my face, cupping it gently. "I love your eyes. They are beautiful and that's why I am staring, not cause I want to fuck you. I do want to fuck you but yeah, we can take a break for a tiny while." He caressed my cheek gently and leaned in a little bit more to kiss my jawline and then my neck. He pulled back up to look at me and moved his hand to my hair, gently patting it. "Let's go on a date tonight, what do you say?" He asked and my heart picked up

PIETRO GIACOMETTI I CAN'T.I can't lose her again. I have lost Caily once before and I had to stay nine fucking years without her. That could not happen again. I ran a hand through my hair, pulling it back with a quite strong grip. My breathing was irregular and I was feeling a whole lot of fucking awful feeling all at the same time. Regrets. I should not have let that bastard live! I had let him live eventually because of Caily, because I didn't want this to fucking happen. Because I was trying to put a leash on myself for her but this is what happens when I try to leash myself. Regrets! Fuck! I should have killed him, killed the bastard who had come for him too. But the regret wasn't what hurt the most. It was this almost fucking familiar feeling of loss. I hated the feeling so fucking badly that I just wanted to pull at my own heart and fucking rip it out to stop this maddening ache. Yet, I wanted that ache. In fact, I wanted my heart to ache even more because I had hurt her ag

CAILY GALILEO PIETRO GIACOMETTI "Fuck! Fine, I will stay away but let me see that you are fine first, Peaches!" I groaned before kicking the door in my frustration. "No" her voice, soft and yet determined tormented me. I knew she was hurt. Something had broken and I just knew Caily had hurt herself, not intentionally but she was hurt and I could not leave her be while she was hurt. What the hell would I do if she didn't get the cut treated quickly? What would I do if it turned into something more? What the fuck would I do if I had to see her in pains? "I am not going anywhere until you open the door and I see that you are fine and you know it, Peaches.""Then be there. Stay right there" There was the hint of pain in her voice and I hated it. In this situation, I could almost not fucking believe that I loved hearing others in pain. Hearing her in pain tortured me and I kicked the door in desperation. I ran a hand through my hair. I had ensured that Peaches room had the best se

PIETRO GIACOMETTI I was leaned back on the couch, my gaze on the sleeping woman in my bed while my hand held a glass of alcohol.I took another small gulp and dropped the glass on the stool by the couch before throwing my head back. I could not kick her words out of my head. 'You kill one more person and I would no longer be yours, Pietro Giacometti.' A hand raked through my hair while my other hand reached for stab wound. I felt around it for a second before shutting my eyes, jaws clenched hard. Behind my closed eyes, images flashed. Images of the several bloodied bodies I have killed. Voices raised. Voices of pain and torture that I had enjoyed listening to. And then another image flashed...The image of Peaches smiling at me. Directing those pretty smiles at me and me only. The urge for me to kill and torture was strong but the need to have Peaches with me was far fucking stronger. For her, I would do anything yet I wasn't sure how much I could tame myself. I had two options