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An intoxicating aura of heat and passion hung in the air. Adam and I sat in the delightfully warm bath tub, bodies intertwined. I felt his rough stubble on my neck as he kissed me, demandingly as per usual but this time, with hints of gentleness and care. This was the first time we had ever shared a bath together-a simple but tender moment for us both. We had only just gotten in, and I almost yelped when he drew my head back and sucked ravenously on my breasts. Roughly, and then softly. That was normally the way he handled me, so I've learned. He began in a rough, demanding, and masochistic way. But soon, he became softened by my cries and his care for me took over. He made it known to me that it is never his desire to bring me pain; only pleasure. And if it was the former rather than the latter, I was to let him know immediately. But he secretly wanted both, and I, so lovingly, gave him everything he desired.

"Oh Adam..."

"Hmm?" His deep, velvety voice sent a wave of vibration down my throat. It was almost a purr...a sweet, short melody that he hummed.

I ran my hands down his broad, muscular back and nipped at his earlobe. He tasted almost yummy-and the desire that he roused within me was delicious. No other man could ever. "You're so wonderful. I'm glad to have met you...even though you were such an arrogant bastard before," I whispered.

He grinned, boyishly, but his devilish charms still remained. Every day, every hour and every minute, I was unearthing pieces of him he kept locked up for so long. "Whatever, Bellissima. You and your sappy romantic ways," he said affectionately.

"It got you, didn't it?" I said seductively in his ear.

He growled and covered my mouth with his. I responded passionately, fiddling with the lamp black hair at the nape of his neck. Our tongues danced wildly. Adam had completely consumed me. From the day I met him, I had no desire to spend time with, or be with anyone else. I felt his hands underneath the warm water as they roamed my body. My eyes rolled back as he moved into me slowly and the water in the bath tub began to lap against each other. He was morphing into the sex god he was. I squeezed his tender ass cheeks and he cupped my breasts in one had and my face in the other.

"Oh, amore mio, sei incredibile," he moaned deeply.

Our tempo had increased so wildly that water had splashed onto the floor, creating a glorious mess. But this was to be expected. Everywhere we made love, we made a mess of our surroundings, and of each other.

I threw my head back and hissed as he bit into my neck to stiffle the loud moan that escaped him. It was too much-the pleasure, the passion and the pain. But riveting all the more so. I felt like I was drowning beneath him, and being submerged in water only increased that feeling.

"I w-want you. I need you, Bellissima-"

Before he could finish, a wave of pleasure crashed over us both. I was so traumatized by the length of him-and I felt stung everytime he entered me. The sting of pleasure. Sweet, guilty pleasure.

We both were breathing heavily, and I took a brief respite opposite him in the bathtub, resting my head back.

I could feel Adam watching me. Oh how I loved it. There was something different in his gaze. It wasn't just cold and abyss-like. His eyes had a dark brown hue, and they sparkled with adoration.

"You...you're so beautiful," he murmured. "I've dated so many women and--for some reason...I just can't get enough of you. I have yet to tire of you-and I don't think I ever will. I simply cannot understand it."

Aww. The bastard. That's the sweetest thing he's ever said to me. "Oh Adam. Don't you see? You've met your match. I'm not just another conquest to you, or a pursuit mainly out of pleasure. Have you considered, perhaps...that you may be... falling in love with me?"

Adam looked at me, dark eyes calculating. He clenched his jaw and his lips were taught-unmoving. I did not shrink back. I stared, just as intently and did not waver.

"Perhaps," he murmured under his breath. It was so hoarse and I had to strain to catch such a vital admission from him. I only smiled softly and opened my mouth to reply. He got up out of the bathtub, draped a towel around his waist and left the bathroom. Oh no you don't, I thought and followed suit.

Droplets of water formed a pathway, leading me straight to him. I moved in front of him, obstructing his way.

"We're not done here," I cooed, as sweet and softly as a dove.

Adam moved past me, began to dry off and moved to the closet, abandoning the towel. He gave me a few stiff gazes, but they were not as convincing as they usually are. He was weakening. I was not prepared to give up and proceeded to follow him into the closet.

"Adam!" I raised my voice slighty.

"What, Bellissima!?" His voice was a deep rumble, and it was clear that he was conflicted with himself.

"You...barely gave me an answer back there. I wish you would quit this act. There's nothing wrong with feelings-it doesn't make you any less of a man, baby. Admit you've been conquered. I know you think you're the incapable of being loved-or falling in love. But this is not the case. I-I think you're wonderful."

He turned from the mirror and looked at me; his eyes as cold, damp, and black as the night. "Love- it is foreign to me, Bellissima. It's not in my nature to settle down and do all of that romantic foolishness that you like. I cant-"

I walked up to him, touching his cheek. He quivered. "You can't what? Love? Be loved? Be romantic? Lies. I've seen it all. I've seen the way you changed for me, and shiver at my every touch. You only think you cannot do these things because you've never met a woman that moved you enough in that way. You've even noticed the way you've changed, and now you are attempting to run from it. But you only need to understand it. Give yourself time to understand, Adam. Please. We are so good together-so good for each other. I do not see you as the promiscuous, rich casanova that most women, and the world sees. Those were my initial thoughts. But now, I see a wonderful man that needs, and secretly desires, love, passion and pleasure. Things that I so desperately want to provide for you, my darling. Question is, will you let me...?"

I wrapped my hands around his neck and nuzzled into him as he sighed. I felt his deep voice against me. "Bellissima...I want to, amore mio. The last thing I would want is for you to think I do not care for you. But you deserve only the best...and I dont think I am-"

I ran a finger over his lips and hushed him. "Let me decide that for myself. The point is, Adam baby, I already have. I want you, no matter your flaws or anything else. I love you just the way you are. And, I want you to officially be mine, and I, yours. Okay?"

"As in...you're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend?" He laughed. A deep, sexy and mischievous laugh.

"Precisely," I smiled, resting my head against his shoulder.

We both shared a long, lingering hug, until Adam pulled back and gazed at me deeply with longing bedroom eyes. "Okay, Bellissima. I will try, for you."

"Oh Adam!" I snaked my hands around his neck and kissed him passionately. We kissed wildly, knocking items around in the little closet. I became dizzy and drunk with the love and passion I had for him.

"I'd love for us to continue-but I must run some errands today. Can't always be fucking you all the time you know..."

"Bellissima!" He laughed and spanked me. "Watch your mouth. You're getting very bold. I supposed I am to blame for that," his obsidian eyes sparkled. "Now, go get dressed and go out...I want you all to myself for later. And hurry up and come back, eh?"

"Mhmm!" I said happily and kissed the tip of his nose. I was giddy for him like a little schoolgirl. God. I adored him. That husky Italian accent was enough to make any woman melt. I needed to get away from him, or I wouldn't get to go any where at all. I quickly got dressed and headed out.

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It was a beautiful day. The first stop I made was to my photo studio. I needed to pick up one of my old cameras for editing-one of my favorites. I hadn't been there in quite awhile, which was strange since sometime ago, I practically lived in that studio. When did my life become so occupied? Adam. When did I spend so much time in bed and have so much sex? Adam. Oh god...was he the center of everything now? It was a good thing and a bad thing, my ardent love for him. Love? Was that what it was? After all, it had been months-almost a full year since we met at the coffeehouse. One thing was for certain. We were official. I had made Adam Vallere mine. MINE! It knocks the wind out of me just thinking about what it took to conquer that stubborn, sexy man.

I parked out front and entered the studio. Clean and tranquil, just how I left it. For awhile, I rummaged until I found the camera I was looking for. Dusting it off, I turned it on and began scanning through the pictures. Then a big smile spread across my face as I came upon the pictures I took of Adam. It was the day after our first date, when I went to his house to take photos of him. What a glorious day that was. I looked at the shots: his black eyes, black hair, devilish smile and a body that was crafted by the gods. I drooled upon looking at his muscles and the wonderful bulge in his boxers. It protruded so defiantly, like an animal desperate to leave its cage. Then I saw the ones he took of me. I blushed...it was an intimate moment that I would never forget.

I got up to leave when I heard someone come in. I went around to the front and was very surprised to find Jack there. He was looking unusually perturbed and serious today. I stood still and stared at him for awhile, finding it rather strange that he knew I would be here.

"Jackie? What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Eleanor. Seriously, 'what are you doing here?' Are you this unenthused to see me? No calls, no texts...I haven't heard from you since you started seeing that-I don't even know what to call him. I don't like him. And I reply wish you would do something to maintain...whatever this is we have going on."

I was stared in Jack in disbelief. "Jack-you must understand that I am beggining to get out more-and explore. I would never intentionally ignore you, and it's not fair to say you don't like Adam. He's a wonderful man, and you shouldn't judge him based on things you have heard. You are my closest friend, but that doesn't mean you control my life, or what goes on around me."

Jacks eyes darkened wickedly. This is the second time I've seen such a horrible look in his eyes. He took a menacing step toward me, and for a moment, I saw, not my best friend, but someone else.

"For years, I've loved you," he snarled. "Never once, did you ever return my love. But yet, you chose to throw yourself away on that bastard? No, you will soon come to your senses, Eleanor."

At this point, he was so close to me that I could feel his breath on my cheek. It was frightening and his tone was dangerously low as he uttered his last words.

"Because after he's done with you, you'll come running back to me. I am giving you a chance to see who really loves you here. You had better take it, because I am getting impatient." He glowered, and then smiled sisterly. I was so afraid that I barely noticed when he vanished from the studio. There was only a breeze-followed by the chime of the bell when the studio door closed. He was gone. Not Jack-HE. Because I did not recognize that man, not anymore.

I collected myself, my trembling body and left the studio. I kept looking around, afraid that he would still be there. Fear had a tight grip on me as I got into my car-and sped far away from there. It was a foriegn concept to me; to be afraid of Jack. But that wasn't my Jack. Jack-Jack was someone else.

I dismissed my other errands and headed back home to Adam immediately. I felt so afraid, and I knew he was the only person who made me feel safe and loved. I had to confide in him. Upon pulling up in his driveway, I noticed another unfamiliar car parked in his drive way. Huh? Who was that? I felt like I saw the car before but I couldn't place exactly where.

Anxious and worried, I went inside. It was quiet-strangely so, and I figured Adam would be in the bedroom. Still trembling, I grabbed ahold of the staircase as I ascended to the bedroom. "Adam?" I called, opening the door.

No answer. Hmm. I went to sit on the bed to collect my thoughts when I saw a rather dainty feminine foot poking out from under the sheet. I was horrified. Some other woman was in the bed. Anger took over as I yanked the covers off. I met some all to familiar green eyes glaring at me.

"MARIA!" I snarled. "Why the hell are you in Adam's bed-OUR bed?"

She was wearing nothing but her underwear, and her lipstick was smudged. "Oh darling. He invited me. We had quite a bit of fun," she laughed.

No. No no no no! Lies! Adam didn't....he would'nt...

Maria's next response made it seem like she read my mind. "You really thought he would be loyal to you? That he loved you? Adam's a bastard...he takes what he wants and leaves. Plain and simple. I'm surprised he didn't get bored of you sooner-"

Anger surged within me, and I gave her no chance to finish. I grabbed her by her hair and flung her out of the bed-like the piece of garbage she was. I began to take another step towards her when the door flung open and Adam came in.

"What the hell is going on here? Bellissima, are you oka-"

I whirled around to face him, boiling over with hurt. "You tell me...why is she in your bed? Did you have sex with her Adam, did you? Did you throw away everything I gave you, everything we worked so hard for?"

Adam looked at me, truly seeming clueless. Then his gaze softened, and he took a step toward me, and I, involuntarily, took a step back.

"Listen to me, Bellissima. This-witch is lying. Do not let her fool you. I knew nothing of this...not of her in my bed, my home or otherwise. She must have snuck in here-"

"How do I know you're telling the truth!?" I yelled and darted for the door.

Adam caught me in his arms and held me tight. I struggled against him for awhile, until I gave up and he forced me to meet his eyes. He gazed at me softly, eyes resemblling pools of honey. "I didn't do it, Bellissima. Not this time. And never to you." He stroked my hair and I sobbed quietly on his shoulder.

"Get out," I heard him growl, looking at Maria.

"But, Adam, my darling-"

"GET OUT! Don't you get it? There is no us. I do not want you. Never have, and never will. And for the last fucking time, do not come back!"

I shook. His voice rumbled in a way that brought immediate fear, and I only saw a shadow as Maria dashed out of the room.

"Fine, you bastard! You will regret ever refusing me!" She called out over her shoulder. Adam held me, and in seconds I heard her car in the driveway as she roared off.

I shivered as Adam soothingly ran circles around my neck and back. "Oh, Bellissima. I am so sorry for this...I was downstairs and had no idea when that crazy woman came in here-please...for Gods sake tell me you believe me," he purred in my ear.

"I-I think I do. And strangely-I ran into Jack today too and he cornered me...I was so frightened b-baby-"

"Oh, Eleanor," he whispered. "What did that son of a bitch do now? Did he hurt you? I swear to god I will-"

I told Adam everything as he stroked my hair and palms softy. He was gentle with me, but I could see the anger boiling within him with every word I uttered. I mentioned how Jack had transformed into a monster right in front of my eyes.

Adam clenched though his teeth. "I will kill him. I will-"

"Adam please...no need for that baby. Let's just stay as far away from them both as possible. They have some kind of obsession with us. Jack with me, and Maria with you. I just don't understand-Jack tried to get me, and at the same time Maria got you?"

Adam's handsome face creased with worry and concern. "You don't think they are... working together?

"I don't know w-what's going on. Let's just stay away from them both...okay? We do not n-need to get violent and retaliate."

He sighed. "Okay. But I can promised that I won't snap him like a twig if he tries to hurt you again."

I brought my trembling lips to his ear. "I don't expect you to, baby. Now please, lets go to bed...I'm exhausted."

"Ok, Bellissima."

We both undressed each other and lie in bed together. "Stop shivering, Bellissima. I've got you. Nobody will touch you-not when you're in my care."

My fear dissolved upon hearing his soft, smokey murmurings. My fear was quickly replaced with something else; something much more familiar as I felt his body against mine. I put my finger to his cheek.

"M-Make love to me Adam," I whispered.

He laughed deeply in his chest. "Bellissima, are you really this aroused after-"

I shushed him. "Please. Now is not the time for your mockery and sarcasm. I want you, now. Soothe me, and make me forget of the horrid day we've both had. Please..."

Adam groaned upon hearing my pleas and launched his muscular, hard body on top of me. "Whatever you desire, amore mio," he moved into me slowly. All the stress, worries and anxieties faded away as he began to fuck me. At that moment, nothing else mattered.

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