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A torrent of wind howled outside and the heavy rain blasted against the roof. The entire house was casted into a silvery grey. The windows rattled viciously; impatiently. A storm was raging outside. But inside, pressed up against the sheets and crushed under my sweet devil-a different storm was brewing. A storm of newfound passion, lust and pleasure. Since last night in the garden, Adam and I never stopped. After our heated moment of passion, he hauled me into his car and immediately took me back to his house. We continued to rage on through the night, drowning in deep, endless fucking. Neither of us slept. We both came repeatedly, and began again soon after each wave. Adam was damn good at what he did. The bastard. Sex, for him, was a gift-or talent of some sort. He took my virginity with such skill, and fierce dominance. But, at the same time, he was gentle. Oh so gentle. Like I've never seen before. And it was all for me, he said. Little old me. However, he also made it unmistakably clear that would be the last time he would be so gentle. Adam was a masochist, and a sex god my nature.

His pair of wicked black eyes moved up from between my legs, smirking as he relished in the wonderful pleasure he knew he was giving me.

"Bellissima," he growled and flicked his tongue against my already throbbing clit.

I shivered as the pleasure cascaded through my body. "Y-yes, baby?"

Adam left a trail of fiery kisses on my thighs, my stomach, and my breasts as he brought his face up to meet mine. His body, hot and hard.

"You are so incredibly delicious. Everything-your scent, your body-it's all so intoxicating. And your cunt-Jesus it's so warm, tight-and inviting," he rasped.

My cheeks flushed and the heat between my legs intensified. I playfully swatted his backside and flipped him over. I *attempted* to pin his strong masculine arms and wrists. He narrowed his eyes at me-clearly amused by my almost futile attempt.

"What is it you are trying to accomplish here, Bellissima?" he said intensely.

"I know you want it," I purred, and traced a finger down his tight lips. He struggled not to swoon. "Wouldn't you like to know how it feels to let someone else take control sometimes? Wouldn't you....?"

I laced my fingers in his hair and began to straddle him. Slowly at first- I wanted him to savor it and gradually become weakened by it. He clenched his jaw and groaned in protest. I let my lashes drop low and my hair fall across his chest. The weight of my breasts rested temptingly on his neck as I leaned into him. His eyes fluttered close for a brief moment, as he tried to supress a moan. I succeeded in being confident but truly, I was shaking at the thought of questioning his dominance. He then wrapped one strong arm around around me and flipped me back over.

"N-None of that, " he said in a shaky voice. "You will remain a sweet, submissive good girl, yes?"

Dammit! He was on the verge of crumbling. The bastard-I'll have my way-whatever it takes.

"I said," he paused and yanked my head back, "Do you understand?"

I swallowed as my pleas faded away into moans. He wrapped his bulging thighs around me and began to thrust once more. I threw my head back as I hissed through my teeth. Each time he entered me, it was like a torrent of water was trying to break through a wall or a dam. And when it finally did, the waves of pleasure splashed, collided and settled down once more until they were roused again. Sex with Adam was not mediocre in the least. It was something phenomenal-a feeling that brought out the worst and the best in me. I always prided myself with being a lady-and I was. But in a private forum, with him- that was not so.

He murmured often in my ears- encouraging me to let go and to give in to my carnal desires no matter what. He loved desire. He was desire. He never shyed away from it.

He clasped his hand around my throat, forcing me to gaze up at him. His eyes were burning black fire.

"You'd better look at me when I'm fucking you, Bellissima. I'm greedy for your attention...and if I think for a moment you are not giving it to me, I will riot," he dropped his voice low in my ear.

"But it's all yours, baby. Just like you're all mine," I smirked and hooked my legs around him. He increased his tempo as the bed-and the world becan to rock. His grip on me tightened and his face became as steel. The way it became when he was aroused and determined. With every thrust, his words became deeper and more strained.

"You-think-you -can-just...do what-ever you want? Control me-the way you do?"

"Ahh! Adam baby please!"

"N-No! You will learn-not to-test me!"

"Give me all the heat you want baby. I can handle you-and all your crazy erotic, kinky shit-"

Adam growled and continued to thrust, pressing his hand roughly against my mouth. I had made him angry-and that coupled with his arousal was nothing to be taken lightly.

"You will not speak-not until you've learned." He pulled back and forcefully thrust into me. My walls were wonderfully slicked and wet. The world became a blurr as everything came crashing down. From his sweet ejaculation and mine, the heat between both of our legs flared, and began to fizzle out once more.

By now, it was late evening again. We had spent the entire day in bed-which in my defense was well spent because we couldn't go outside anyway, due to the storm. Damn the storm. Either way, I would've intentionally ended up with him.

I nestled into Adam's muscular arms and stroked his black hair. "Oh baby that was...absolutely wonderful. Jesus. But I can't go anymore-I need sleepppp..." I murmured, filled with satisfaction.

"Yes, go to sleep, Bellissima. Before we collapse from sexual exhaustion."

"Of course. And are you still mad? Is my punishment over, baby?" I asked teasingly.

Adam flashed me the most unreadable, cold look. I thought I saw some brown in his black eyes-but the softness and vulnerability went as fast as it came. He mumbled a soft goodnight and turned over. Sleep overcame him, as it did me.

♡

That morning, my thoughts were riddled with him as I stood in the kitchen stirring up a cup of coffee. The swirling black liquid brought me to the day Adam and I met in the coffee house, and reminded me fondly of his eyes. It was like a portal, sucking me in and drawing me near as I stirred it with the spoon. I was hypnotized by it-and the tantalizing whisps playfully brushed my nose. Sweet guilty pleasures. Black coffee, and black eyes. The erotic effect began to fade as I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to find Adam, a few beads of water running loosely down his muscular body and a white towel draped around his waist. I swallowed as I took in the fine silky hair on his chest and the teasing trail of it at the base of his navel. He hadn't shaved in awhile-and acquired that delicious stubble I loved. He came closer and brushed past me in a rather affectionate way, swiping my coffee and taking a sip of it.

"Oh!" I scoffed. "Well good morning to you too!"

His eyes did a quick sweep over my body as he took several more sips. "Best after morning sex I've ever had. And coffee too, apparently. How are you still up and about so early? Aren't you tired?"

"Well a little. You stole my coffee which was the means of getting the little energy boost I needed."

"I see. I haven't fucked you hard enough. You should barely be able to open your eyes-let alone walk." He lifted my chin up. "We shall have to fix that later."

"Damn it Adam-it was quite enough! How much more do you think I can-"

He held up a hand. I immediately stopped upon seeing his non verbal command.

"Now is not the time for you to get on my neves or rile me up, Bellissima. I'm going out to see my mother and I want you to come. We'll leave in about two hours."

My mouth dropped open. "Your m-mother? You want me to meet your mother?"

"That's what I said, Bellissima," he said, guzzling down the last bit of coffee.

"But this is so incredibly last minute for something so important-"

Adam waved me off and went to get dressed. I could not believe that man would wait so late to tell me about such an important outing. Oh forget the timing. HE WANTS ME TO MEET HIS MOTHER! That can only mean--I was more special to him than I thought. I grinned wickedly. My claws were deep in Adam Vallere. But so was his, in me. I must impress her!

I had already taken a morning shower and got dressed, so I just changed to into a more fitting, beautiful polka dot dress with ruffles and strawberry print. I wore my raven black hair out- since it was most flattering when it hung on my hips. The sweetheart cut perfectly accentuated my breasts-and I intentionally made sure they were perfectly bumped up. That, and the strawberries were all a fine reminder that he had weaknesses. I had found them all.

"Bellissima! What the hell's taking you so -"

Adam's breath hitched in his throat as he examined me, letting out a soft curse.

"Mmm! What a dish," he smiled ravenously. "We'd better go before I rip it all off, he held the door to my dressing room open for me.

We hopped in his car and drived in a tense silence. His hand never left my thigh, and he began stroking it as he finally broke the silence. "Don't think I don't see what you're doing with this dress," he said as his eyes darkened.

"Of course you do. You're a smart man. You like strawberries, and you like me. I wonder what else makes you tick..." I reached over between his legs and stroked him.

"Please, Bellissima!" he growled. "I'm driving."

I barely stifled a giggle as we continued to drive on. Driving in Venice was always picturesque and romantic. I wondered what his mother was like. Was she cold and aloof, as he was? Or much more different? Would she like me?

"We're here," he announced, bringing me back to earth. I looked through the car window and saw a beautiful building-with different private balconies where people were having lunch. Sounds of sweet classic music drifted from nearby, and the palm trees danced in the breeze.

"Wow! What is this place?"

"It's a kind of restaurant, La Vista. My mom is waiting for us to join her on one of the balconies," Adam replied.

"So...she expects me as well? I thought she was only expecting you."

"I told her this morning...that I wanted to bring you along to say hello. She...knows about you already. I figured the only two women who know how to get under my skin should meet each other."

I smiled proudly and batt my lashes at him. "Or maybe you just really, really care for us both. Admit it Adam baby...you actually care about me more deeper than you intended," I brushed my finger against his stubbled chin.

He scoffed. "You know what-you had better stop this incessant teasing. Let's go." I saw the slightest hint of a blush under his tan skin.

Adam came around and opened my door. One thing, he was always a gentlemen. Probably not gentle in the bedroom...er...but chivalrous nontheless. We walked arm in arm up a spiral marble staircase to our reserved balcony. Sitting at the table, back ramrod straight and legs crossed, was a woman. She was clearly aged-but her slim figure that was well fitted in a black dress belied that. From bottom to top, her eyes shot over me. They were full, round and brown. Somewhat like Adam's-but not nearly as awfully intense as his.

"Is this she?" the woman asked. Her voice had a bit of deep earthiness and texure-but still feminine.

"Indeed. My second pain," Adam smiled with adoration.

I confidently walked up and held out my hand. "Hello Ms. Vallere...I'm Eleanor. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

She looked at me with a critical eye, umoving. Cool and collected, and unenthused. Just as I thought she would blow me off, a huge smile spread across her face and she shot up, enveloping me in a hug.

"Oh!" I exclaimed.

"Hello dear, I'm Sylvia!" She placed two quick pecks on each of my cheeks. "I do apologize for my jovial behavior, but its so good to meet the donna my son has the hots for," she said happily. I saw Adam grunt and roll his eyes. "And you are so beautiful! Come sit!"

She gestered next to her seat and we all settled down together at the table. I could not believe such a cheerful woman was his mother. Adam wore this amused and annoyed look on his face at the same time. Yes, Adam, your mother adores me too. So you're stuck with me. I looked at him teasingly. We placed quick orders and resumed conversation.

"I've heard so much about you," Sylvia smiled.

"Good things, I hope?"

"Oh, only the best. The man is obsessed with you! However on earth did you get my wild son so transfixed?"

I laughed heartily. "I didn't have to do much. Sometimes we all just have to become enamored with someone at some point...a vital truth that I'm trying to impress upon him." I looked directly at Adam, who returned my gaze with lust, adoration and wonder.

"About damn time!" Sylvia squealed.

"Mother!" Adam ran a hand across his face.

"Oh please. You know she has a point. Stop acting so big and bad-the jig is up. You're a big softie, and you've been bitten by the love bug."

Adam groaned, repulsed by the blow his pride and macho had taken. Sylvia and I doubled over in laughter. She really was a pretty lady-and the silver streaks in her black hair did not age her-but instead made her look magical. I was elated that we had already taken such a liking to each other. We laughed so much, my sides had begun to hurt. Most of it was directed towards Adam. We teased the life out of him. He sat there with his head propped on his wrist but could not stifle the amused smirk that formed on his face every now and then.

The waiter had begun to set the plates of steaming food on the table, and amidst all of our chatter I heard my phone buzz on the table. My goodness! Why would I have it there...I would usually turn it off and put it away. I guess I got so caught up in the current affairs that I forgot. I glanced quickly at the caller ID and realized it was Jack. To my complete horor, Adam also looked. Shit. A flash of anger swept over his face and he swiped the phone and hid it in his pocket. I gulped. Knowing his possessive nature, I knew he was seething inside. But he looked away from me and flashed a wickedly brilliant smile at Sylvia.

"How is it, mother?" he asked.

Sylvia twirled the fettuccine with the fork and took another small mouthful before answering. She was so elegant, and I loved that. "It's quite delicious! And yours, Eleanor dear?"

Adam slowly dragged his smoldering, intense gaze over to me, making it evident that he and I were not on good terms at the moment.

I gulped. "I-do fancy this soup. And the garlic bread is rather nice too..and..cheezy." I ran the fork along my lips temptingly as I took another bite. Adam winced in pain, anger, and arousal, probably wanting to throw me on the table and take me right there.

Sylvia glanced from me to Adam knowingly, but decided not to comment. The rest of the occasion went along pretty smoothly, until we were done and Adam paid the bill. We descended down the stairs to the main patio and after a bit of chat, began to say our goodbyes.

"Good to see you dear," Sylvia kissed me on my cheek. "And Adam, do go and wait for Eleanor by the car. I need to have a word."

"Jesus. That doesn't sound good at all," he said over his shoulder and sauntered off dramatically. Sylvia and I giggled once more. What a sight to behold, that man.

Once he was out of earshot, she began. "I don't want to make this long dear. It's evident that you care deeply for each other, and I want you to never give up on him. He may be rough on the edges, selfish and broody but truly, he is a good man. He takes after his father-they are the exact same men. And I think after Adam lost his father-that made it worse. But I'll let him tell you that story when he's ready. Bye dear, and take care of him, or else!" Sylvia kissed me goodbye and waltzed off to resume conversing with some of her associates at the restuarant.

Lost his father? What was that about? Lord, the things this man has withheld from me. I do hope he'll tell me when he's ready. I felt like I was floating on air on my way to meet Adam, but my cheerfulness immediately faltered when I met his intense gaze. We eyed each other cautiously. He watched me, and I watched him. His hand tightened around the car keys and he walked around to open the car door for me.

"Get in, now Eleanor. And don't bother with your whining, pouting, and protests," he growled.

With quivering movements, I tentatively got in the car. He slammed the door a tad bit and in a flash was in his seat. He was angry-I knew because he didn't call me Bellissima, which is something he always does. God...all of this over one phone call? Over Jack? Whom I wasn't even involved with? Imagine if another man had his hands on me or something...


"Adam?" I cooed his name as softly as a dove. He twitched for a moment, but his gaze remained iron clad and steadfast on the road. I didn't dare say another word. I'll have to use my feminine wiles-but wisely. They won't do me any good if I don't use them properly.

♡

Soon, we had arrived in his driveway. He flew out of the car, came around my side and hauled me over his shoulder. He began to walk towards the house.

"Adam! This is nonsense! What is wrong with you?" I said hitting him on this shoulder, which I'm sure didn't even bother him in the slightest. It's amazing how strong Adam was-he did not even break a sweat. He took me upstairs, all the way to his bedroom and threw me into his bed.

"You have two minutes to undress and tell me why the hell another man is calling you!"

I shivered in part fear, and part arousal. I peeled my clothes off, one by one slowly, and began, softly: "You are ridiculous baby! Jack is my best friend. Best friend, you hear me!!! He hasn't heard from me in days and was probably just checking in." I unhooked my bra and let it fall. "Now, please pipe down and come here..."

He growled and stood before me. "And what about that time he brought you with him to the bazaar? Was he your best friend then? Or as I recall, your 'date'?"

My face paled with guilt. "We had really only gone as friends...I only said that to you to-"

Adam yanked my hair and threw himself on top of me. He moved his lips to my ear and licked it softly with his tongue. "To make me jealous," he scoffed. "Tsk Tsk, Bellissima. Always doing shit. Getting on my nerves-I can't stand it. The way you defy me, disobey me-it angers me. But oh how it turns me on. Fuck," he hissed in my ear.

No more needed to be said. I hungrily removed the rest of this clothing. Sex with him was phenominal-but even more so when he was angry. In minutes I was back underneath him, and his hands were everywhere on me at once. He grabbed my hair, my breasts, my throat- everywhere. Then a sting of pleasure overwhelmed me as I felt him between me, inside of me. Harsh, deep, and longing.

"Christ, Bellissima!" Adam moaned, and grabbed a fistful of my hair. "I don't care if he's your best friend, you're mine and mine alone. Do you understand?!"

I strained to answer him. There we were again. Bodies intertwined, writhing together and drowning in pleasure. It's almost as if everything began to go in slow motion. His earthy, husky, deep moans in my ear was erotic and drove me mad with desire. I knew my feminine cries intoxicated him, equally as much. We could never stay mad at each other for very long, no. I wanted him, and he wanted me. That was all.

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