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*This is a partial continuation of Chp. 5, so please familiarize yourself with it*
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Time froze. Made immobile by the frosty mist of the evening shower, the garden and all its roses became still. Adam pulled back gently, looking at me in complete and utter disbelief, black eyes searching. They were widened, exposed and vulnerable.

"What?" he asked slowly. His voice was soft and incredibly husky in my ear.

"Yes, I-I'm a virgin baby. I'm so sorry I never told you...I just-"

Adam abruptly captured me in a passionate, fiery kiss, not bothering to hear my excuses. He cupped my face in his hands and spoke once more. "It's not the fact that you did not tell me-it's-it's the fact that you ARE, Bellissima. Your seductiveness and sexiness would never convey that. God I-this is an amazing revelation. But it also changes everything."

My heart began to drop into my stomach. "How so?" I murmured nervously.

He smiled, genuinely. His eyes were no longer wicked, scheming and black. The honey brown could now be seen underneath its harsh dark counterpart. They twinkled with adoration, anticipation...and maybe even something else. Something much stronger.

"It means that this...you rather, have become even more special and desirable to me than ever before. He paused and removed my bra. It dropped onto the dewy evening grass, forgotten. I was now completely naked before him. "It means that no other man has touched you, or felt you. He pulled me flush against him, gently nibling my ear and whispering soft curses. "It simply means, that, I'm the first. And oh, Bellissima, as a man, as yours-it means more to me than you could ever comprehend."

I shivered. Not from the chill of the night. Not even from intimidation of him. But because he, Adam Vallere, had found me desirable, and was actually acknowledging and admitting it.

I sighed in contentment and relief. "I worried that you might have been disappointed-after all-you are, very experienced and...sexual. And I- would imagine you would want your partner to be the same. "

He smirked and traced a finger along my jawline, cupping and squeezing one of my ass cheeks. I blushed furiously. "There's no need to feel inadequate, or embarrased in any way, my Bellissima. You're everything I want and need-regardless of what your little insecurities may try to tell you."

Adam lifted me up-as if I weighed nothing, and took me to a little bench under a multicolored rose archway. The rose garden was a maze-almost bigger than the mansion itself. We were at the furthest end of the garden-the most serene and tranquil side. The mansion and the party going on seemed a world away.

He layed me down on the bench, stroking my hair softly and using his free hand to caress my breasts. I moaned helplessly and squirmed. He then firmly locked me into place, preventing any more movements.

"Now you listen to me very carefully, Bellissima. If you thought I was possessive before, after tonight you better know that you have officially signed your ass over to me. Not another man will touch you, ever again. I am your first and your last. Understand?"

He drew fervent circles around my clit. "Oh, Adam! Yes I-understand." I grabbed his wrist and looked up at him for a moment- lovingly but sternly. "And you must also understand that you are mine, as well. It's only fair," I purred.

Adam's eyes darkened once more. He was calculating everything- because he clearly was not one to be owned or taken. He hesitated for so long that I almost thought he would refuse me. But soon, his shoulders slumped in defeat. "Understood," he growled.

Then, I was engulfed by his shadow as he climbed on top of me. We were now both tangled up together on the bench, a million roses spreading above and around us. His body felt warmer, harder, and more needy than ever before. He leaned over me and whispered, "I will be gentle for you, Bellissima, only for you."

"T-Thank you baby," I clutched his hips and he groaned in part agony, and part pleasure. "Now, take me," I said seductively.

My words were like fuel for him-dousing the fiery passion inside him and making it blaze even further. I could already feel his hard tip against me-just inches away. He took a fistful of my hair and brought my face up to meet his. I shook with so much anticipation, so much pleasure-but also fear. After all, he was huge. His chest-his thighs-all of it. My small, feminine body felt so delightfully crushed under his. Just to feel his sheer, rough, masculinity against my baby soft skin was wildly euphoric.

"Heh. Now I get to punish you for all the torment you put me through. But for now, I really, really, want to make love to you, Bellissima. We can save my masochist behaviour for later," he smiled wickedly.

With that, he pulled back and gently but firmly launched himself into me. I threw my head back, crying out. It hurt-sure. But I felt the slight pleasure amidst the pain. My fingers curled up and I sunk my nails deep into his back. The bench had begun to rock beneath us, as he started to increase his tempo.

"Oh Adam...pleaaasee!"

"I've got you, Bellissima. J-Just hold on tight and-if I'm going to fast-"

"No... please hold me and don't stop. I'm begging you baby..."

The bushes, the trees, the night sky-and the red roses became a bloody blur. Adam had his hand clasped around my throat, his face glowing will satisfaction and triumph as I writhed beneath him. All of his focus and energy he poured into me, ardently.

"Moan for me, Bellissima," he commanded, pinning my writs above me.

"YES! Yes Adam baby-I want all of your desire. All-of-it!"

"Eleanor...."

I snatched him and trust his hips against mine. "ALL I said!"

At this very moment, I knew I unleased the animal within him. He growled and quickened his paste, and our bodies were bathed in the silvery moonlight. I managed to catch a few more glances at him. His eyes had transformed into chocolatey brown pools of desire and he moaned deeply, earthy, and husky. I felt the end coming near- the ultimate climax, and the ultimate freedom from the bonds of virginity.

"Eleanor...almost there baby...hold on!"

Like water bursting from a dam, Adam broke through me. A million stars erupted from my vision and I lost control of every bodily function.

"Adam!" My cry echoed from a mile away as I whimpered, latching helplessly onto him.

For awhile, we lie together side by side as the waves of pleasure and love making began to subside. My legs were shaking as I rest my head against his chest. He had rocked my entire world, and I just could not stop quivering. The soft pounding of his heart suggested that he, too, was shaking from the pleasure.

He stroked my hair and laughed shakily. "At long last," he whispered, removing the few strands of hair from my face.

"J-Jesus, do you think someone may have heard any of this?"

Adam lighty kissed my nose. "Don't give a damn. You were amazing, Bellissima. So very amazing. I hope I was able to give you all the pleasure you deserve-and that you have no regrets."

I propped my head on my hand, looking at him through lowered lashes. "I -don't think another man could've been more deserving than you. You're the type of man that I thought only existed in my dreams...and those will erotic novels I love to read. During the twenty nine years of my life, I promised I'd save myself for the right one. And you, Adam, are that one," I kissed him softly.

His face reddened."I knew you always wanted me. You finally gave into your desires, eh?" He smiled arogantly.

Uh. Bastard. "That may be true. But whether you choose to admit it or not, you've surrendered yourself to me, too. You're not as cold as you project. How does it feel to finally be controlled and consumed by a woman, Mr. Vallere?

Adam groaned and peppered me with kisses. Any sort of hate I had towards him for his previous foolishness went out of the window.

"We should probably get out of here. I've done quite a number on you tonight, and you will need rest for when I fuck you senseless the next time. I'm taking you back to my place," he stated demandingly.

I swallowed, and began to look for my scattered clothing to get dressed. "No, Bellissima, I will dress you. Sit down," Adam commanded.

I practically swooned, and did as I was told. He actually was a big softie when he is not being the big, bad sexy satyr. After tonight, I realized that nothing would ever be the same between us again. Now, we were lovers. He was mine. And I was his. I had won. And so did he. A vicious cycle of sweet guilty pleasure and love had begun. And I don't know if I was ready to handle the sexy devil called Adam Vallere.


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Jack sat in his favorite bar, angrily taking multiple swings from his beer. The only thing he could do right now was drink. He couldn't to rid his thoughts of her-the voluptuous, demure but sexy raven haired vixen he was pursuing for years now. Eleanor Rell. He was terribly obsessed with the her. It's a horrible thing when you love someone and they don't love you back. A horrible thing when you've given them everything they deserve, and they still remain unresponsive to your love. And worst of all- when they turn around and love someone else who did very little to deserve them. Adam Vallere. Jack barely knew the bastard, but he knew enough to know that damn womanizer was not deserving of his sweet Eleanor. When did they start seeing each other? Were they together? Did he...make love to her? Jack seethed at the thought of another man having her before he did. It was a blow to his ego, and his heart.

"You look like you're about to explode," a sultry feminine Italian voice sounded from behind him.

He swiveled around to face the beauty before him. "Maria. You're late. I've been waiting for almost 30 minutes now," he rubbed his temples.

"I was finishing up a shoot for Vogue. You try being a damn model. Now, let's talk shall we? You said you wanted to know about Adam Vallere?"

"I already know who the bastard is. What I do want to knkw about, is his relationship will Eleanor Rell."

Maria's wicked emerald eyes narrowed deviously. "Apparently those two have something going on. I care because Adam is mine-and Ill be damned if I let some-stupid little girl have him. Now why do you care?"

Jack slowly looked up at Maria, eyes darkening dangerously. "Don't you dare call her stupid. She deserves respect, and is twice the lady you'll ever be," he glowered at her. "Don't make the mistake again."

Maria scoffed and flicked her carrot colored hair. She didn't dare anger Jack upon seeing his deadly gaze. He was handsome. Extremely. But something about him terrified her. He was charismatic and great with people-but she felt like there was a beast inside him somewhere, sleeping.

"I-In that case, I do apologize for disrespecting your little misses. As a matter of fact, I think we can help each other."

"How so?" Jack mumbled.

"You want your misses back don't you? And I want my man. Adam is already on this ice with Eleanor-it wouldn't be hard to break them up," Maria lips curled wickedly."

"Hmm. Okay. But how the hell do we do that?"

"Easy. I'll make Eleanor think he is still sleeping with me."

Jack smiled maliciously. "Perfect."


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