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"Crimson red roses, succulent strawberries
Stained and polished with red
Splashed with the colors of love
Of passion
And lust
Such profound things
Drives us to do the things we must."

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It was a blustery-but rather lovely day in Venice. Silver droplets of rain drizzled down from the sky. Everything was a grey blur-but it had that misty, cool pureness that I fancied. Cloudy. Blurry. That's exactly how I felt. I shivered-not from the chill, but from my own sinful, sexual desires. I strolled downtown, my umbrella propped over my head-and gazing mindlessly ahead. The clack of my boots on the sidewalk-the splash of every puddle-and the cacophony of city sounds seemed very far away. My thoughts were clouded, controlled and consumed by one sexy, gorgeous stallion. The Devil. Bastard. Casanova. Lady's man. He goes by many names, but is known for one goal. To seduce and prey. But was that really all? No...at least I don't think so. Adam seemed to be very vulnerable around me. Could it be that he actually cares? Or has feelings for me? I shook my head and sighed as I finally reached my apartment. I'd hope to enjoy some sun-and try to collect my cloudy thoughts today. But this terribly lovely but horrid rainy weather did very little to help me achieve that.

I gave my umbrella a quick shake and discarded my partially soaked clothing at the door. I needed to take a warm bath and hopefully my chills will subside. I waited, as the bathtub filled with delightfully warm water. What was even more pleasurable was watching my favorite bath bomb dissolve-and fizzle out into its warmth. I lit a few candles and slid into the bath. It was moments like these that I cherished. I felt safe, solitary and peaceful. And strangely free-but vulnerable. The feeling of vulnerability was all too familiar though. That night. At the bazaar. In the dressing room. Naked, aroused and quivering before him. Then he just left- not even bothering to soothe my sexual aches and pains! I groaned and sank deeper into the bathtub.

My phone rang few seconds later. I wanted to ignore it desperately, but a strange feeling compelled me to answer. And lo and behold, it was Adam. Figures.

With trembling hands, I answered and gingerly brought my phone to my ears.

"W-what do you want Adam?" I tried to sound annoyed-but my quivering desire belied that. Terribly.

He laughed wickedly- a deep sound that rumbled in my ears, trickled down my spine and erupted throughout my entire body.

"Ah, Bellissima. Have you missed me?" he asked mockingly. I could feel the wicked smirk curling his lips from over the phone.

"I do not want to hear anything from you! You left me the other night with no explanation and I haven't heard from you in two days!"

"I see. So you have been pining for me..." he asked with a quizzical tone in his husky voice.

"I-I-Goodbye Adam," I was minutes away from hanging up.

"Bellissima, wait ...please listen to me," he coaxed. I hated when he dropped his voice so low-and twisted it into the most cajoling and coaxing persuasive tone.

"What? What do you want from me?"

"Many, many things. But now is not the time to discuss such matters. But I promise if you be my date to my friends party tonight...I will tell you everything you desire. And I've forgiven you for the foolishness you pulled at the bazaar. Going out with other men-" He paused and took a deep, deep breath. Then sighed. God, hearing that was so sexy and I fought with myself for thinking so. "I will come and collect you at 8. Oh and do send directions. "

"BUT-"

Adam blew a kiss over the phone and hung up abruptly. God, the nerve of that man! First he calls me out of the blue, does not apologize for the way he left things...(or the way he left me rather), demands I go out with him and give him directions to my home! He had absolutely no consideration for my plans. Adam was just like a puzzle-everytime I think I'm getting closer to the bigger picture, the pieces disappear, change and reappear again. I was angry-and I would be lying if I said I didnt want to see him again. Shit. I removed myself from the bathtub and draped a towel around me. I absolutely had to go-to get some kind of explanation from him. To weaken him. YES! If I can just use my innocence and put on on an aloof attitude, I can make him get on his knees. I know I can, because it happens without me even having to try.

I typed typed out my directions. My hands were shaking and my fingers hovered over the send button. Do I really want to give this man real access to me... and my home? I bit my lip and thought hard. No, I had a better idea.

♡

At about 6 pm, I arrived at my friend Daisy's house. Yes, Daisy Lowe, my client from two months ago. Although I provided a professional photography service for her, she and I had become rather close. Not as close as me and Jack (who was my best friend), but close enough.

"Ellie!" she greeted me jovially, with two quick pecks on the cheek. "Come right in. I've prepared a room for you."

Now you may wonder, why was I at Diasy's house? Simply put, I asked her permission to have Adam pick me up from her home instead of mine. I explained how persistent and tempting Adam was-and that I did not want him to know where I lived. Not yet. I had to figure the bastard out first.

"You did not have to go though so much trouble, Daisy! After all, I am only here for the evening," I said.

"Nonsense! It does not matter if you are here for one day, one hour, or one minute. I want you to be comfortable!"

I thanked Daisy for her hospitality. Her warm dashing smile went great with that.

"We must get you ready! And when you're done, I want to hear all about this man who has got you so flustered."

Since the party was essentially an evening dinner (details that I managed to squeeze out of Adam via text), I wore a pretty little black dress. Subtle, but powerful cleavage and fitted at the waist.

"He is like nothing I have ever experienced before," I told Daisy as I drew my raven black hair into a bun.

I gave her all the important details. I went on to explain his marvelous, deep black eyes, godly body and his startling dominance. His sexuality-and his capability to rule a woman in bed with an iron fist.

"Oh yes! Adam Vallere. I've heard about him. Real popular model and I heard he loves women," Daisy said.

My shoulders slumped for a minute upon hearing the last part of the sentence. I knew that. "Of course he has a fixation with women and sex. Like every other damn man on this planet. But for some reason I just can't seem to stay away. I hate how I am so drawn to him. He's my guilty pleasure, Daisy. If he has his claws in so deep now, can't imagine what it be like after I've committed my heart, my flesh, and my desires to him," I shuddered.

She sighed. " I hear you. He doesn't date-and is known for being incredibly wild. But from the looks of it-he seems to really fancy you. Don't mind his cold, dominant exterior. I'm sure its just a front for whatever he's hiding on the inside."

I nodded and came out of the changing room. " How do I look?"

"Absolutely ravishing! He would never be able to resist!" Daisy clapped her hands excitedly.

I waited in the living room until I heard the doorbell ring. I was so giddy with anticipation that I was startled by it. Daisy had left to go on an outing with her husband. I looked through the eye of the door, and saw him standing there so confidently. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

I lifted my eyes to meet his, fluttering my lashes. I successfully portrayed confidence, despite quivering inside. I turned away from him to lock the door, and began to feel dizzy when I felt him against my back. The tension was so thick, and was softly broken by the lock as it clicked into place. I composed myself, and turned to face him again.

My little frame was drowned by his shadow as he towerd over me, hands against the door on either sides of me. His gaze raked over me, hungrily-finding the curve of my breast and encircling it.

"A minute later and you'll start foaming at the mouth," I said in a seductive tone, rolling my eyes.

A smile broke out across his face, and he almost doubled over from laughter. "Perhaps I will." His face became serious again, and his eyes lamp black. "Don't you roll your eyes at me again. It won't end well for you." He slipped his hand under my dress.

Quickly, I slid out from his grasp. "Do let's go. I'm sure you do not want to be late," I sauntered towards his car. *Phew*

We drove in silence-casting glances at each other frequently. I was still very upset with him, but in order for my plan to work I must be sweet, innocent and naive. His conscience will be pricked-and I will have him just as weak as I did in the dressing room.

"I've missed you," I purred softly while stroking his hand.

He groaned softly and his eyes flit from mine and onto the road again. His next words were so soft that I had to strain to hear them.

"As do I, you," he replied admittingly, taking his hand in mine. I smiled triamphantly at his weakened disposition.

Soon, we arrived at an opulent looking mansion. Just the sheer size of it was impressive, and it was encamped by a luscious rose garden. They were everywhere-in every color. I notice the red ones were more frequent than the others.

Adam got out and opened my door. He was strangely quiet-but that cocky confident aura never left him.

"Come, Bellissima," He held out his arm for me. " My friend is expecting us."

"And whom is your friend?"

"Shh. You will soon find out." He ran his hand down the small of my back.

A well dressed man stood at the door greeting us warmly.

"Ah,Mr. Vallere, good to see you! And who is this lovely miss?"

Adam's face changed the moment the doorman had mentioned me. He wrapped his hand around my waist with a possessive grip and pulled me closer to him. " Likewise. This is my date, Eleanor. We must be going in now, eh?"

"Of course," the doorman opened the door and Adam led me inside. I felt like I was floating on air. He smelled do damn good-dressed in all his finery as per usual. And my, the place! Marble floors, antique furnishings and lavish party decor. Soft orchestral music played and a few guests mingled together. The environment was well suited for an elite party such as this.

"Adam must you hold me so tightly? You can let me go you know," I whispered.

He flinched, but remained iron clad; steadfast."With all these hungry eyes following you? Not a damn chance, Bellissima. You will stay close to me. Now quit winning. There's my friend now."

We approached a man, well built and round. He smiled widely upon seeing us.

"Adam, my friend! You've finally arrived!"

The two men exchanged friendly greetings in Italian until Adam finally turned to me. He had an amused smirk on his face-obsidian eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Antonio, meet my lover, Eleanor. Or as I like to call her, my little Bellissima," he said, snaking a hand around my waist once more.

Lover? LOVER? Was that what is was now? How strange, since I never recalled defining our relationship. But I knew in my heart it was true...and I didn't dare stir up Adam's wrath now.

Antonio laughed and kissedmy hand. He almost let it linger, but quickly dropped it upon seeing Adam's deathly jealous expression. Like Adam said, his eyes looked hungry, and I was certain almost every man in the room was, as well. It did not help matters any that Antonio was also handsome. I used this as an opportunity to make Adam burn with jealousy. He needs to know that I can have any man if I so choose, and that he must behave if he is to keep me.

"Its a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Rell. I've seen your photographs. Your work is impressive."

"Why thank you, sir. I do indeed enjoy capturing the most beautiful subjects. "

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow. "Well then, perhaps you can photograph me one day," he said flirtatiously.

"Perhaps," I replied with a coy smile.

Adam scoffed and latched onto me once more. "I'm rather hungry. Do join me in the dinning room, Bellissima."

I managed to tell Antonio that it was nice meeting him before Adam yanked me away.

"Whatever is the matter, baby? " I cooed like a dove.

"Stop your shit, Bellissima. I know exactly what you are doing and I do not like it," he rasped against my ear.

I said nothing and simply put a light, but tempting kiss on the side of his neck. "I know nothing of it, my darling. There's no need for this behavior. You know I'm yours," I teased.

"Hmph," he growled.

We joined the guests at the dinner table, and I tried not to gape at the delicacies before me. That would not be very lady like, now would it? An array of spiced meats, pastas, breads and even soups were laid out. I actually did not realize how ravenous I was until then, because I was too busy hungering for something...or someone else.

I chatted and mingled at the dinner table, and so did Adam. But he said very little. Adam was very serious, stern and manly. I was proud of the few times I made him smile. And boy when he did-it was as if the gates of heaven had opened and the angels sang. Damn.

After a wonderful meal and much mingling, Adam took me to a quiet seating area. It was a deserted part of the house, almost like a living room. Occasional sounds of the party drifted in, but otherwise it was quiet.

"Finally. I have you all to myself," he said sitting down on the chair. "It's as if everyone is in love with you and wants to steal you away from me. God, too many people. I don't like."

"Do you like anything at all, Adam?"

He sighed. "I do like strawberries, I suppose. I'm having a craving for them right now. And you. I'm awfully obsessed with you, damnit."

Oh my goodness...Adam Vallere, obessed with me? I laughed softly...a sweet melody that made him weak in the knees. "Well then if that's the case, I think I saw some lovely strawberry cheesecake in the dessert parlour. Would you like me to get some for you and I?"

He gave a stiff nod. "But you must come right back. Do NOT talk to anyone-especially not any men. All they want to do is eat you up. Can I trust you to do that?"

"Of course, baby," I said before slipping away.

Every time I said baby, I noticed he winced, twitched or faulted in some way. Heh. He fancied that. Knowing him-he wouldn't admit it though. I quickly got some champagne, two glasses, a generous slice of cheese cake and some strawberries from the lovely fruit basket that was so beautifully carved and arranged. As soon as I collected everything, I made a beeline straight to Adam, trying to avoid the chatty partgoers. Just as he had asked.

I sat down next to him, smiling softly as I put the items on the table before us. Adam went to grab the slice of cheesecake but I slowly stopped him, running a finger across his lapel. "Let me feed you," I said.

His dark eyes flashed as he looked up at me, but gradually they softened and he leaned back in the chair. "Yes...do feed me Bellissima."

I propped a little piece onto the fork and brought it to his beautiful, succulent lips. His eyes never left me, and neither did mine. I began to crumble as I watched the way he sucked the piece of cake off of the fork and licked his lips. He looked at me, his gaze smoldering and teasing.

"Mmm, Bellissima, " he moaned, looking defiantly at me as he did it.

I swallowed. Okay. Two can play it that game. I took a strawberry and brought it to my lips, tracing the tip of it with my tongue. His usually narrowed, catty eyes widdened. For once he was rendered helpless and his grip tightened on the chair ashis gaze bore into me.

"Eleanor..."

His voice was so husky-almost startling. The strawberry slipped out of my fingers and dropped right in between the swell of my breasts.

"Oh!" I grinned softly. "Look, Adam baby!"

But he wasn't smiling. No. His gaze was intense and cold as steel. I began to tremble once more.

"Remove it. Before I do." His plea faded into a moan.

He was weakenining...but sadly, so was I. Not bothering to listen to him, I threw my head back against the chair in the most sensual way, exposing the curve of my neck and further accentuating the swell of my breast where the strawberry was lodged to temptingly between. "I don't know. I kind of like it there. Makes for a good photograph."

Adam growled, grabbed my hair and sucked the strawberry out of my breasts, stroking them with his tongue as he did.

"Ohh!" I cried. "I-I was going to get it eventually..."

"Not fast enough. Why the hell are you so beautiful...and so defiant, hmm?"

"Oh, Adam I-"

"No...this won't do. I need to go for a walk outside. Come with me. I think you'll like the rose garden. Hurry up before I spread you open on this chair."

"Okay let me just-"

"Now!" he growled.

Shaken and aroused by his tone, I quickly got up as he took me outside into the rose garden.

♡

The night was cool and misty, most of the rainy aura lingered after the morning shower. The moon hung luminescently in the sky as Adam and I strolled, hand in hand in the rose garden.

"Wow, it is simply breathtaking out here," I commented as we reached the far end and came across a gurgling fountain.

"Indeed," he looked at me, eyes darker than the night.

"But I have a feeling you didn't bring me out here just to ogle at roses," I said, kissing his nose. "What are you up to now?"

"And you are correct. I cannot do this much longer, Bellissima. If I do not taste you, touch you, or feel you I will go insane. I'm tired trying to figure you out, you're too much of a fucking enigma. A seductress; an angel sent from heaven to lure me with your sexiness, innocence, and pureness." He pushed me up against a tall rosebush. "So if I must beg, plead, and get on my knees, I will."

Adam did just that, as he got onto one knee and looked up into my eyes. "I want you, Bellissima. I need you. You've haunted my dreams, fantasies and thoughts. It ends here. It must end here," he breathed deeply and tore of my panties.

"Oh dear God, Adam...I need you too. You're such a naughty and demanding bastard but...Oh!"

His fingers moved in between my legs as he begun to stroke me, slowly.

"I am going to ruin you," he growled.

"Adam, I know...but we can't have sex here baby."

"Hmph. Why not?" His stroking increased and intensified.

"Because-Because...oh..this is someone's garden..and what if someone sees...?"

Adam cursed softly in Italian under his breath. "Stop making excuses. And you already know I dont give a damn. Think about yourself for once...and your own desires. Let go, Bellissima."

His warm breath was on my neck-kissing and sucking passionately. He viciously pulled my hair down and brought his lips to my ear once more. "But if you do not wish for me to take you, I won't. I will respect whatever you decide, Bellissima. Whatever you want..."

I tugged at his tie and removed it, undoing all the buttons on his shirt and exposing his bare chest.

"No...I want you, now. Take me baby. Ruin me, corrupt me, and show me your passion," I slipped my hands in his pants and got a hold of him.

"Oh shit, Bellissima!" He cried. His legs shook and he peeled my dress off of me.

"Be quiet, damnit!"

He laughed. "Let's see if you'll be quiet when I'm wedged deep inside of you."

"It's-you're huge baby..." I stroked his deliciously large package and purred in his ear.

"Yes...and you will love me baby, just as much as I will love you."

"Adam..I must tell you that I-" I paused, looking away.

He titled my chin upwards to meet his eyes."What? What is it mio amore?"

I swallowed, closed my eyes and looked up at him again. "I've...never done this before."



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