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I stood up proudly and confidently on the pulpit. The photo exhibit was swarming with people. I usually would have these every couple of weeks, to showcase my work in Venice. Occasional white camera flashes would go off, and many wonderous eyes watched me. I saw blue. Green. All shapes and sizes. They were all vastly different. But they were nothing compared to the black obsidian orbs that watched me intensely from the front row. The only presence that was ever able to make me feel unnerved and...aroused.

I paused, and took a deep breath before continuing: "Photography has always been my passion. Capturing the world-its essence and the species that inhabit it, is wildly euphoric. This of course, is the foundation of my business-the philosophy that photographs can capture euphoric moments and proceed to grant the person, observing it, euphoria. Memories-and even nostalgia, if you will. It's no easy task. Sometimes my clients are picky, and I, even worse," I rolled my eyes playfully. Laughter rippled through the audience, and even Adam teased me with his wickedly brilliant pearls.

I went on, with renewed confidence: "Even though photography can be a tedious and meticulous job-I am rarely bothered by it. Why, you may ask? Because I love it, and I am always willing to work for the things I desire-or love, however difficult they may prove to be." I looked pointedly at Adam, unblinking. Then flashed a smile for the finale. "Thank you."

A loud stream of applause thundered from the audience as I made my way off the stage. I watched Adam. He raised his eyebrow, clearly impressed, and clapped his hands together slowly, and teasingly. He got the message. Bastard-he'd better understand that he had been matched, and that I was not giving up on him. No matter how cold, stubborn, or aloof he may appear to be.

A small group of my colleagues had begun to crowd me, discussing my latest work and achievements. I greeted several of them in Italian, until two men in tailored suits approached me. I had recognized them-Marquis and Roberto. They were brothers, and possessed a love for fine arts-like photography. I had met them at my last exhibit.

"Ms. Rell! What a lovely collection you've acquired! This one is quite nice," Marquis commented. He pointed to a photo with a mother cradling her baby's hand in her own. The pink satin background complimented the fleshly-toned softness of their hands perfectly.

Roberto chimed in. "I'll say," he smiled at me, a bit suggestively. He was handsome no doubt. Somewhat blondish, with ocean blue eyes, and an attractive masculine build. Marquis was a lot older than Roberto, but a remnant of what he used to look like in his youth still remained. Did I also mention that Roberto is a huge flirt?

"I thank you both," I smiled humbly. "Your support is always appreciated."

"Of course, my love," Roberto said seductively. "And I daresay, you do look ravishing in this dress."

"She does, doesn't she?" a deep, resounding and husky voice said. Probably the deepest known to mankind.

I felt a strong, firm arm wrap around my waist. I turned and looked up at the gorgeous Italian stallion towering over me. "Adam," I smiled coyly.

"Bellissima," he kissed my hand and turned his stone cold gaze to Roberto. I could read it. It's that "she's mine, you son of a bitch look. Don't you try it." One of his most famous-and deadly. I saw Roberto twich-and even sort of shrink back. Really now, is everyone unnerved by this man?

"I was looking for you. It's hard to get through these god dammed crowds, you know..." Adam said.

"Oh I-do apologize baby. I was talking to some of my colleagues, and did not intend to keep you waiting."

"Hmm. Shall we go, then?"

"We may." I said quick goodbyes to Marquis and Roberto, and barely saw the deathly look he gave them both over my shoulder.

"I missed you baby," I teased, wrapping my arms around his neck. I was so small and petite in his large arms.

"You seemed to be enjoying the company. What did I tell you about entertaining other men-"

"Hush! I said, teasing his lips with my finger. "None of that, now. I've had a long day. How about we get out of here and-"

"Eleanor!" I heard a familiar voice call out.

Adam cursed softly in Italian. "Christ, what is it now-"

Adam broke off and we both stared at the person in complete silence. His face had almost turned to steel- his eyes darker than ever before. My breath hitched. It was Jack.

The three of us assessed each other in silence as thickness of the tension became almost suffocating. Finally, I cleared my throat. "Hiya, Jackie! My goodness, I did not expect to see you! How are things?"

"Oh, Eleanor, I've missed you! Why haven't you been answering my calls?" he wrapped me in a hug.

The answer to that is right there Jack, I thought, looking at Adam over my shoulder. I made the hug short and slowly pulled away upon looking at Adam. He was slowly, but surely, seething with rage.

"I've just been so busy, Jack. But it's good to see you!"

"Likewise. Who's this?" Jack coolly put his hands in his pockets and looked at Adam.

Adam finally spoke, unmoving. "I think you know damn well who I am already. Who in Venice doesn't? But just to clear it up for you, I'm Eleanor's lover."

I made me quiver every time Adam called me by my real name-almost more than when he called me Bellissima. Jack laughed, but then his eyes darkened dangerously, like I've never seen them before. "I see. I'm surprised that you're not off romancing some woman like you usually do. But only an ass would do that to a woman like Eleanor, and I'd like to give you some credit."

What the hell was Jack doing? I knew he loved me-but his behavior baffled me today. Adam balled his fists, his chest rising and falling again from the anger that surged within him. I looked at him, pleading. Control your temper, baby. "I'm yours," I mouthed.

He nodded slowly, and closed his eyes. He then plastered on devilishly brilliant smile and looked directly at Jack. "Eleanor is a phenomenal woman. I would never hurt her."

I smiled. Well done, baby. Before I could attempt any more to diffuse the situation-my assistant came barrelling towards me, pulling me by my arms in the opposite direction.

"Why, whatever is the matter, Melanie?" I gasped as she tugged desperately.

"L-Lavar is here! F-Francois Lavar! He wants to buy one of your portraits-"

"Slow down, Melanie! He's here?! We must go and see him!"

I quickly excused myself from Adam and Jack, even though I had a pit feeling in my stomach with regards to leaving them alone. "I'll be back soon, boys. Behave," I especially looked at Adam knowing his fiery temper, male aggressiveness and possessive nature. I whizzed off with Melanie to meet Lavaar.

As soon as Eleanor left, Adam and Jack glowered at each other.

Jack could not believe this casanova was the one that swept his Ellie off her feet, even worse that they were lovers. He was that popular Italian model that slept with everything that walked. Could it be possible that they...had sex? He did say they were..lovers. Jack gritted his teeth in anger.

Adam looked Jack up and down with disgust. So this was her best friend? What an ass. He needs to realize that she doesn't want him and that she can date whomever she chooses. Adam thought. He also found it rather ironic that he was saying that when he was truly the possessive one. But it is I who she wants, he smirked.

"Look," Jack began, "I heard a lot about your 'reputation' with women. You probably don't even care about her, don't you? She just another conquest-an innocent angel that you want to corrupt. If you hurt her-there will be no trace left of you on this planet," his handsome face twisted into an angry scowl.

Adam laughed, clearly amused. "If I wanted a sermon I would have went to the damned church," he retorted. "Listen, country boy, you know nothing of our relationship. I care for her deeply, and she's mine. Best friend my ass. I know you have motives-romanatic ones. It makes no sense to pursue a woman who does not want you." Adam took a step closer to him. "And if I were you, I would stay away because I do not take kindly to other men trying to take what's mine. Not unless YOU want to be the one obliterated from this earth." He took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. "Now, let me go and find my little Bellissima."

Adam smirked and sauntered off arrogantly. Jack- and any other man for that matter, could go to hell. She was his, he was hers. That was all. Jack only smiled. He had plans. Plans he, and only his accomplice Maria knew about, and was planning to execute perfectly.

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"Of course, I want to buy it, my muse! Don't be ridiculous. It's lovely, and will be going in my fashion studio," Lavar stated. He was naturally eccentric and animated, as per usual. He was Francois Lavar, after all.

We had been discussing a portrait of three models, one charcoal black, albino white and the other, hispanic. The black model had a wonderful chocolate afro, the albino, a redhead with matching eyelashes, and the hispanic one with her silky-straight hair wrapping around them all like a cape. They were all topless, huddled up together to make the perfect shot. It showcased variety, and the beauty in diversity. I'm guessing that's why a world famous fashion designer like him fancied it.

"Oh all right! You can take it," I finally gave in to Lavar's pleas. It was one of my favorites-and I hated to part with it. I had Melanie and two other strong men remove it from the wall and prepared for Lavar. We discussed payments and he had the total value of it transferred to my account in minutes.

"Merci, my darling! Oh, and have you decided as to whether or not you wish to be my muse? I have many designs lined up that I'm already picturing on you."

I blushed. "Well Mr. Lavar, I have been thinking about it..." Lies. Busy thinking about Adam, rather, and being coiled around him every night like a serpent.

"Please. Call me Francois. And?"

I felt someone wrap their hands around me from behind.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. Adam had finally made his way back to me.

"I happen to think she'd make a great model, the little thing," he smirked.

"Yes, as do I," Francois agreed.

The two men both eyed each other suspiciously. Here we go again. Is it possible to not have men foaming at the mouth over me for two seconds?

"I'll do it, Francois. Just...very seldomly, if that's okay. I don't really fancy the spotlight too much..."

"Magnifique! This is such great news, and yes, that will be just fine, my muse. I will call you in a few days time to discuss further details. Bye for now!"

Francois went to kiss me on the cheek-but hesitated upon seeing Adam. He would always kiss me in greeting, but did not want to risk Adam's wrath.

"I don't like this. The way he wants to dress you up like a doll-and labeling you as his 'muse'. Sounds like a setup to get you alone. Again, I don't like it, " Adam growled.

I rolled my eyes. " You don't like anything. Would you relax? I can handle it. And besides, I'm already taken," I smiled up at him.

"Damn right," he agreed with the slightest hint of a smile. One thing he adored about his little Bellissima, was that she was so defiant and tempting, but a sweet innocent angel nevertheless. And she had her grip on the devil, that was he.

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After a long day, Adam and I finally arrived back at his home. I stood in his bedroom, gingerly and teasingly stripping my clothing as I saw his face peering at me in the mirror. Soon, I was almost naked before him, with just my panties remaining.

"We need to talk," he said, his voice low.

I turned around to face him. His eyes dropped from mine, to my lips, my breasts, my waist and every curve in my body. "Whatever about?" I purred innocently, sitting on the bed beside him. I could already feel the heat radiating from his body, overwhelming my senses.

His eyes looked like deep black holes-burning through me like fire. "You have horrible taste in friends. Sorry, Bellissima, but Jack's an ass. Why he-he literally threatened me to stay away from you. Like hell. You'd better deal with the matter before I snap him in half. And I mean it," his low voice was always sexy-but this particular tone implied danger and seriousness. "And Lavar-"

"Now, now, my stallion, let's not concern ourselves with this foolishness. I hear what you are saying and I promise to deal with it. But for now, I want you inside of me," I pushed him against the bed and moved on top of him.

He cursed and whispered to fervently to me in Italian. "Fine. If that's what you want...who I am I to deny you, my Bellissima?"

I moaned and began to straddle him. My hips bucked and he thrust upward into me.

"Why...Bellissima... why don't I feel your skin, what is..."

He groaned upon seeing the lacy panties still clearly attached to me-the wet piece of fabric being the only thing that separated us both. In one fluid motion, he tore it off and threw it aside.

"You knew that was still there, didn't you?" he smiled wickedly. "You're such a little minx."

"And you're a satyr. A greedy, sexy satyr," I laced my fingers through his hair and teased him with the smooth, silky wetness between my legs.

"Ohh," he moaned softly; deeply. Poor thing. I was making him helpless.

"Please, Adam baby, let me take control. Relax and give in, just this once. You want to. Can you...can you do that for me?

He looked up at me, eyes calculating; deciding. My lips and legs trembled upon hearing his answer.

"Yes," he said softly. "YES! Just do it, Bellissima. Take control of me-you already have."

I whispered a soft thank you and smiled. I was triumphant. I succeeded in bending Adam Vallere to my will, in the exact way he did to me. No woman had ever conquered him, challeged him, and dared to defy him. I was the first, and undoubtedly the last.

"Let's make this fun," I smirked wickedly. I grabbed the sash off my dress. I used it to blindfold him, and found another piece of material to tie his hands up.

"Oh dear Lord, what have I gotten myself into?" he laughed deep in his chest.

"Hush now, and enjoy the pleasures I'm about to bestow upon you," I whispered.

"But you must know, Bellissima, that this is not fair. I can't see you nor touch you... how will I endure this?"

"You can, and you will. Nothing you have done to me has ever been fair, you sexy bastard. I've had to endure your kinks and all of the sexual torture you put me through. Now, it's your turn, Mr. Vallere. "

I settled down and slowly brought my body in contact with his. He moaned and struggled against his bonds, but to no avail. I made sure to have them securely tied, so much so that Hercules himself could not break free of them.

"Bellissima, please!" he cried.

I became momentarily weakened upon hearing him cry out like that. No woman ever had the pleasure of seeing him in such a helpless manner-much less talking control of him. The devil himself. Was this what heaven was like?

I relished in his cries. The arrogant bastard. Finally getting a taste of what it feels like to be truly consumed by someone. "I want to hear you beg. Thats the only way you'll be free of your hellish bonds. You hear me? BEG!"

He writhed in pleasure and agony. "Please, please, Bellissima! I can no longer-"

I increased my tempo. Now I knew why he loved this thrill so much-this thrill of having someone at your whim.

"D-Damn you woman!" he said angrily.

I ripped of his blindfold, and wrapped my delicate hands around his throat, forcing him to look up at me. I needed to see those eyes. The gateway to his soul and feelings. And lo and behold, under the dim light of the lamp, his usually harsh black orbs were now brown. Softened, completely. I was astounded. He peered up at me helplessly through his dark lashes.

"Please, Bellissima. Free me. Let me repay the favor," his infamous wicked smirk was returning. Whatever was there, was slowly starting to fade away as I made him more and more aroused and flushed.

I could not resist his cajoling tone. With trembling hands, I removed his bonds and in an instant he rolled over me. "I-tire of you making a damn fool out of me, Bellissima. You think you're so bad now, do you? I'll show you who's-who's-"

His words were lost among our moans as he rapidly began his thrusts. My hand found his hair, and the other, the sheet. I desperately clung to him-onto anything I could find. I feared if I didnt-I'd faint or slip out of his grasp. My vision became blurred, and my body hot. I could feel the end-the climax drawing near.

"Bellissima, I don't know how long I can last, you've weakened me-"

After one strong, final thrust, we both broke completely. I sank my nails into him and cried out desperately. Heat and wetness flooded my insides as he came into me.

"Adam, baby, please hold me. I'm s-shaking."

He wrapped his strong arms around me, caressed my breasts, and stroked my hair. "I've got you, Bellissima. It's okay." He whispered.

Sleep slowly began to take us both. We fought together, and made love together. We hardly spoke-or even argued about much. The anger and the passion always led us to the bedroom. And however long we choose to be in denial about it, one thing was certain. We were falling for each other, deeply.


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