CHAPTER 3

WHEN I OPEM MY EYES

When I opened my eyes it was already light in the room. I lay in white bedding, I was wearing a shirt and panties - from what I remembered I fell asleep in a bathrobe. Did Black dress me up? To do it,

he would have to undress me first, which meant he saw me naked. This thought did not seem very pleasant, even though Massimo was captivatingly handsome man.

The last night's events flew before my eyes.

I took a deep breath, and covered my face with a duvet.

All the information, three hundred and sixty-five days he gave me, my family, Martin's infidelity and death of this man - that was too a lot for one night.

"I didn't change you," I heard a voice muffled through the quilt. I slowly slid her off my face to look at Black. He sat

in a big armchair next to the bed. He was definitely wearing it this time less formal attire - gray tracksuit pants and a white T-shirt on broad straps, which showed his broad shoulders and beautifully carved hands. He was barefoot and his hair was tousled; if not for the fact that he looked fresh and appetizing, I would think he was just out of bed.

"Maria did it," he continued. - I wasn't even there at the time

In a room. I promised you that nothing would happen without your consent, though not I will hide that I was curious and wanted to look. Especially since you were unconscious, so vulnerable and finally I was sure that I won't get in the face again. Saying it, he raised it with amusement eyebrows, and I saw him smiling for the first time. He was carefree and satisfied. He seemed completely unaware of the dramatic ones the events of last night.

I rose and leaned against the headboard of the wooden bed. Massimo, still with a youthful mischievous smile, he improved slightly in the chair, he threw his right leg to his left knee and waited for the first words of mine paragraph.

"You killed a man," I whispered, and tears came to my eyes. - You shot him and did it as normal as I buy another pair shoes.

Black's eyes changed into icy and animal again, smile

disappeared from his face. He was replaced by a mask of seriousness and uncompromisingness, which I already knew.

- He cheated on his family and the family is me, so he cheated on me. - He leaned forward little. "I told you, but you thought it was a joke." I do not recognize opposition and disobedience, Laura, and nothing is more important to me than loyalty. You are not ready yet for all this, and for such a view as you will probably never be able to prepare yesterday.

Here he broke off and rose from his chair. He came to me and sat on the shore bed. He gently brushed my hair with his fingers as if checking I am real. At one point, he put his hand under my head

and grabbed his hair tight against the skin. He threw his left leg through my body and sat astride me, immobilizing me. His

breathing quickened, eyes burning with lust and animal savagery. I was stiff with fear, which was definitely painted on my face. Massimo saw this fear and was clearly turning it on.

After the events of last night, I knew that this man did not jokes that if I want my family to be safe and peaceful, I have to accept the conditions he set for me.

Black gripped my hair more and more, sniffing

on my face. He breathed hard in his lungs, absorbing the smell of mine skin. I wanted to close my eyes to disregard him and pretend that it does not move me, but hypnotized by his wild gaze does not

I could take my eyes off him. It could not be hidden that he was beautiful a man very much my type. Black eyes, dark hair, wonderful, huge, beautifully defined lips, a few days of stubble that now gently tickled my cheeks. And this body! Long, slender

my legs are wrapped around me, my arms are very muscular and my chest is wide which was visible through a tight-fitting shirt with straps.

- The fact that I will not do anything without your consent is not tantamount to that I could stop myself, "he whispered, looking into my eyes. His hand in my hair pulled me hard, pushing me deeper

in the pillow. I made a low moan. Massimo is loud at this sound he inhaled. He gently slid his right leg in between

my thighs and strongly clung to me with his manhood. I felt on mine hip, how much he wanted me. I felt only fear.

"I want you, Laura, I want you all ..." He sniffed

my face. - When you are so fragile and vulnerable, you turn me on most. I want to fuck you like no one has ever done it before, I want to to give you pain and relief. I want to be the last for you lover ...

He spoke all these words, his hips rubbing rhythmically

for my body. I understood that the game in which I was to participate, exactly has begun. I had nothing to lose, another three hundred and sixty I could spend five days fighting with this man in advance

it was doomed to failure or to learn the rules of the game that I had

he prepared, and take part in it. I raised my hands slowly behind my head and put them on the pillow, showing him submission and vulnerability. Black, Seeing this, he released my hair and entwined his fingers with my hands, pressing them to the pillow.

"That's definitely better, baby," he whispered. - I'm glad that you understand.

Massimo pressed his hip faster and harder

an impressive cock that I could feel on my stomach.

- You want me? I asked, slightly raising my head so that my lower one I ran my lip over his chin.

He groaned and before I knew it, his tongue was already bursting my lips, he pushed him madly and deeply, eagerly searching for mine. loosened grip on my hands so that I could free my right hand. Busy

with kisses he didn't notice how I escaped his embrace. I raised right my knee and pushed him away from me while aiming at him sulky cheek with a released hand.

- Is this the respect you guaranteed me ?! I screamed. -

Just yesterday, from what I remember, you were supposed to wait for my express permission instead of suggesting misreading characters.

Black froze and when he turned his head towards me, his eyes were calm and expressionless.

- If you hit me again ...

- What? You will kill me? I grunted before he finished.

Massimo sat at the foot of the bed and looked at me for a moment, after what he laughed with pure and sincere laughter. He looked young

the boy he probably was - I had no idea how old he was but in this one he seemed younger than me at the moment.

- How are you not Italian? - He asked. - This is not Slavic temperament.

- And how many Slavs do you know?

"This one is enough for me," he said, amused

and jumped off the bed. He turned to me and, with a smile, announced:

- It will be a nice year, but I have to dodge faster because I lose at vigilance, baby.

He started for the door, but before he crossed the threshold he stopped and looked at me.

"Your belongings were brought and Domenico sorted them out." in wardrobes. There are not many of them, though for someone who has gone on five-day vacation, you still have surprisingly many clothes and even more shoes. We need to take care of your wardrobe, that's why in the afternoon when I'll be back, we'll go buy some clothes, underwear and whatever you want need. This room is yours unless you find another one in your home you'll like it better, then we'll change it. All servants know who you are if you need something, just call Domenic.

Cars and drivers are at your disposal, although I would prefer you to after the island did not travel alone. You will get protection that will try not to conspicuous. I'll give you the phone and the computer in the evening, but the conditions we will have to discuss the use of these devices.

I looked at him with wide eyes and wondered what I feel. I couldn't quite focus, smelling Massima's saliva your lips. A strained erection pulsed in his pants, absorbing my attention. Undeniably and indisputably my torturer I was very interested in it. I just couldn't answer the question

do I want to subconsciously take revenge on Martin for his betrayal or maybe I just want to prove to Black how hard I am. Massimo continued.

- The residence has a private beach, water scooters and motorboats, but on you must not use them yet. There is a swimming pool in the garden, Domenico I will show you everything, will be your personal assistant and translator, if necessary, some people at home do not know English.

I chose him because, just like you, he loves fashion, and besides you are a similar age.

- How old are you? I interrupted him. He released the door handle and leaned on the door frame door. Mafia godfathers should probably be old?

Massimo narrowed his eyes and kept looking into my eyes, he replied:

- I'm not capo di tutti capi, they are actually older, I am capofamiglia, or don. But this is too long a story, so if so much you're interested, I'll explain it later.

He turned and walked down the long corridor until he disappeared, entering in one of the dozens of doors. I lay there for a while, analyzing your location. However, thinking about this situation tired me, so I decided to make some time for myself. I had it for the first time opportunity to see the property in daylight. My room was sure from eighty meters and it had everything a woman could do wish. For example, a great wardrobe alive like sex in a great town , only that it was almost empty. Things that I took with me to Sicily, they filled maybe a hundredth of a huge room. Shelfs on the shoes shone empty, provoking shopping, and dozens of drawers they only hid satin jewelry liners.

In addition to the wardrobe, I also had a giant bathroom, which I used at night while taking a shower. I was too then

stunned to pay attention to its impressive equipment. huge

the open cabin had the function of a steam sauna and transverse nozzles to massage, looking like towel holders with holes. In the dresser with a mirror I was delighted to discover all my cosmetics favorite brands: Dior, YSL, Guerlain, Chanel and a whole bunch of others. On

basin tops stood perfume bottles, among which I found my beloved because of me, Lancôme Midnight Rose. For the first time I wondered how he knew, but he knew everything, so such a prosaic thing as a perfume that he could see in mine luggage was no secret. I took a shower, long and hot, washed hair that already needed it badly, and I went to the wardrobe to choose something comfortable to wear. It was thirty degrees outside so I reached for a long raspberry light dress without back, for that platform sandals. I was going to dry my hair but before it happened I have already dried up. I fastened them in a careless bun and started off through the corridor.

The house looked a bit like a dynasty villa , only Italian version. It was huge and impressive. Strolling over the next ones indoors, I discovered more portraits of a woman from Massim's vision. They were extremely beautiful and showed me in various shots and poses. I still couldn't understand how it was possible that it was possible for me He remembered.

I went down to the garden without meeting a single person along the way. What for service? I thought, walking around neat and precise

designed alleys. I discovered a descent to the beach. In fact, she was there a marina where a beautiful white motorboat was moored and a few jet skis. I took off my shoes and boarded the boat. When

surprised, I discovered that the keys are next to the ignition, I was happy and an evil plan ran through my head that predicted a fracture Black bans. As soon as I touched the key ring, I heard behind me voice.

"I'd rather you refrain from this trip today."

I turned around scared and saw the young Italian.

- Domenico! I just wanted to see if they matched, I said with an idiotic smile.

"I can assure you that they fit, and if you want to swim, then." after breakfast we will organize it.

Food! I don't remember the last time I ate. I do not know how much I spent my days sleeping properly; I didn't know what we had day and even what time. My stomach spoke at the thought of eating to me with a "roar from the deep". Oh, I was really hungry but by all the emotions that have accompanied me lately, completely about it I forgot.

Domenico, with a gesture I knew, pointed off the boat and shook his hand and brought to the bridge.

- I allowed myself to prepare breakfast in the garden, today it is not very hot, so it will be more pleasant, "he said to me.

Well, I thought, thirty degrees is almost chill, so why not.

A young Italian led me through the alleys to the huge terrace at the back

residence. I think my room has a balcony to this part of the garden, because of the view he seemed surprisingly familiar to me. On the stone floor stood a makeshift gazebo, reminiscent of boxes in a restaurant,

in which we ate the first night. It had thick wooden supports, to which were attached huge sheets of white canvas to protect against the sun. A large table of identical was placed under the wavy roof wood like supports and several comfortable armchairs with white cushions.

Breakfast was truly royal, so my hunger suddenly swelled.

Cheese platters, olives, wonderful meats, pancakes, fruit, eggs - it was there everything i loved. I sat at the table and Domenico was gone. Kind of I got used to lonely meals, but this view and this quantity

food until they asked for a companion. After a while, the young Italian returned and laid down newspapers in front of me.

- I thought you'd like to look through the press. - He turned around and again disappeared inside the villa.

I looked with amazement at Rzeczpospolita, Electoral and Polish version of "Vogue" and several gossip titles. I felt better immediately I could find out what was going on in Poland. Putting more on the plate I was wondering if for the next year

this is how I will get to know the news from my country.

After the meal, I had no strength for anything, I was sick. Apparently, eating such an amount after a few days of fasting was not the best idea. In the distance, at the edge of the garden, I saw a couch

with white cushions and a canopy spread over it. It will be

a perfect place to wait for indigestion, I judged and went to this page, taking the rest of the unheated press under his arm.

I took off my shoes and entered the fluffy center of the wooden square, throwing next to the newspaper. I made myself comfortable. The view was stunning: small boats on the sea rippled in its slow rhythm, somewhere

in the distance a motorboat pulled a large parachute attached to it in steam, the azure water was begging to jump into it and protruding from the depths, monumental rocks were a promise of wonderful views diving enthusiasts. A pleasant, cool wind blew from the sea, and the sugar growing in my body made it deeper and deeper I fell into a soft ground.

- Are you going to sleep the next day? - A quiet whisper woke me up with a British accent.

I opened my eyes, Massimo sat on the edge of the couch looking at me gently.

"I missed you," he said, taking my hand to his mouth and gently kissing. "I've never told anyone in my life because I never did."

I felt. I've been thinking all day that you're finally here, and I had to come back.

Partly still stunned by the nap, I lazily stretched,

flexing in a light dress that showed my shape. Black stood up and stood by. His eyes burned with wild and animal lust again.

- Can you not do that? He asked, warning me

look. - If you provoke someone, be aware of your actions can be effective.

Seeing his eyes, I jumped to my feet and stood in front of him. I couldn't even reach his chin without shoes.

- I just stretch myself, it's a natural reflex after waking up,

but since that bothers you, of course I won't do it anymore in yours presence, 'I said offended.

"I think you know exactly what you are doing, baby," said Massimo, lifting my chin with my thumb. - But since you are up, we can go. You need to buy some things before leaving.

- leaving? I'm going somewhere? I asked, folding my arms on breasts.

- Yes, and I do. I have several things to do on the continent,

and you will accompany me. In the end I only have three hundred left fifty-nine days.

Massimo was clearly amused, his carefree mood quickly gave me he contributed. We stood face to face like two

teenagers flirting on the school playground. They flowed between us tension, fear, desire. It seemed to me that we both feel these

same emotions, with the only difference that we were probably afraid completely different things.

Black kept his hands in the pockets of loose dark pants, his half-open shirt of the same color showed small

hair on the chest. He looked appetizing and sensual when the wind he was blowing his neat hair. I shook my head again throwing out inappropriate thoughts in my opinion. "I'd like to talk," I said calmly.

- I know, but not now. It is time for dinner, you must withstand. Come.

He grabbed my wrist and picked up my shoes from the grass and started off towards the house. We went through a long corridor and found ourselves on driveway. I stood on the stone surface as if I had grown up

into the ground. The horror I had seen the previous night returned. Massimo felt my wrist soft and flabby. He took me

on his arm and put him in a black SUV parked a few meters away. I blinked nervously, trying to focus and trying

break free from the nightmare, which all the time like a stuttering movie I was thinking about it.

- If every time you try to leave the house,

you are going to lose consciousness, have you chuck and change the whole driveway - he stated calmly, keeping his fingers on my wrist and looking at watch. - Your heart will pop out soon, so try to calm down, otherwise I will have to give you medicine again, and we both know you sleep a couple after them hours.

He grabbed me and sat me on my lap. He hugged my head to

his chest, entangled his fingers in his hair and began to rhythmically, slightly nodding.

- When I was little, my mother did that. In most cases it helped, "he said in a gentle tone, stroking my head.

He was full of contradictions. A tender barbarian - this is a perfect term for it suited him. Dangerous, non-opposing, imperious,

and at the same time caring and gentle. A combination of all these features it frightened me, fascinated and intrigued me at the same time.

He said something in Italian to the driver and pressed a button on the panel next to it, which caused the glass in front of us to close, ensuring privacy. The car started, and Black kept on stroking mine

hair. After a while I was completely calm and my heart was beating rhythmically and steadily.

"Thank you," I whispered, sliding off his lap and sitting down next to him. He taxed me with his eyes, making sure I was all right. To avoid his penetrating gaze, I looked out the window and I realized we were going uphill all the time. I looked above and I saw a beautiful view spread over ours

heads. A city on the rocks, I thought I had seen them before.

- Where exactly are we? - I asked.

- The villa is on the slopes of Taormina, and we are going to the city. I think, you'll like it, ”he said without taking his eyes from the glass.

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