19. Elena
Chapter nineteen
Elena
Shopping is therapy.
That’s a mantra I firmly believe in, and it works. Every single time.
It’s been very difficult adapting to this new lifestyle where I have to wake up in a different house, walk around strange men, and eat unfamiliar food. My job is the only thing that has kept me afloat, and even that has been extremely demanding.
Perusing the luxury displays of the boutique, I run my fingers lightly over the clothes on the hangers. I pick out a silk skirt, checking the length over my legs as my mind drifts back over the past few weeks.
During the quiet mornings since we arrived, the city would come alive while I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of Adriano’s study—which I’ve been using as a temporary workspace—a silk robe hanging loosely around my shoulders and a mug of coffee in my hand.
I began a global marketing and PR campaign for Elané within the past six days, and traction seems to be building up nicely. Three influencers were already successfully signed to model my skincare products.
It has required me to be up most nights, taking professional calls and discussing strategy with various executives, but it’s worth it. Every part of it. I needed that one win after everything that has happened these past few weeks.
Putting the silk skirt back into place, I take out a sequin dress and run my eyes over the unique design.
The death threats have ceased for the past three weeks, and Adriano has constantly been on guard, following me to every single meeting and event.
He’s behind me right now, and I can swear his eyes are roaming the bare skin of my legs in the denim cutoffs I have on, completely ignoring the clothing racks. But what do I care? It gives me immense satisfaction knowing my body completely unhinges his composure. I know he wants me.
If my entire family hadn’t been destroyed weeks ago, and my heart shattered along with it, I would have called this the most successful chapter of my life.
The shrill sound of my 1 p.m. alarm cuts through the air.
Shit. I have two meetings this afternoon, plus I need to do some more shopping for the themed event the mayor’s wife is hosting this weekend.
The charity fundraiser had been a success, and I was thrilled when I received an invitation to another event.
Holding up the sequin dress, I wave for one of the staff to come toward my section. A young blonde guy with a charming smile and bright blue eyes walks up to me. Adriano steps beside me protectively, scowling down at the young man.
“Can I try this on?”
“Sure, ma’am.” He motions me over to the changing room and holds the door open for me.
Adriano moves to follow me, but the employee nervously gestures to the sign on the door.
“Only one person per room, sir. You’ll have to wait out here.
” Then, he extends a hand, lightly pressing his fingers against the small of my back to guide me in.
As soon as I feel his fingers on me, I whip around to tell him off, but his feet are already off the floor. Of course. What did I expect? Adriano already has his hands wrapped around the kid’s neck, pinning him against the wall in a deadly chokehold.
“Stop it!” I snap, trying in vain to wrest his fingers from around the kid’s neck. “Adriano! He’s just a kid!”
Adriano brings the boy’s ear to his lips. “First, I go wherever the fuck she goes. And second, you do not fucking lay a hand on her.” Then he slams him against the wall before throwing him aside like a rag doll.
Huffing out an angry breath, I storm into the fitting room. Adriano follows closely behind, shutting the door tightly behind us. I turn around immediately, leveling my gaze with his.
“Seriously?” My fingers reach to push my hair out of my eyes. “You could’ve killed him!”
“He wouldn’t be the first,” he says indifferently, slipping his hands into his pockets.
“You can’t just go around trying to murder people to ease your twisted ego. Especially not when you’re with me!”
He takes a couple of steps forward. “Put the damn dress on.”
I scoff. “I’m not your pet to command.”
His eyes darken instantly, his jaw clenching tightly.
“No. Pets obey because they’re told to,” he continues with a certain conviction. “You will obey because I’ll make you want to.”
“You’re delusional if you think I’ll ever submit to a monster like you.”
“Oh, you will,” his lips curl devilishly. “I will own every scream, every gasp, and every drop of wetness you leak for me. Your body knows it already, and I have no fucking problem proving it over and over again.”
“Dream on! You don’t own me and you never will.”
“Never is a bold word, Principessa. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
Something shifts in his eyes. Snatching the dress up, I take a couple of steps away from him. “Y-You’re just an unstable, power-hungry jerk.”
His mouth tilts slowly into a smirk. “No, Principessa. I’m the god you’ll worship by the time I’m through with you.”
For goodness’ sake, if he’d only stop flattering his ego. “Don’t even—”
Before I can finish, he shoves me around, reaching out to rip down the zip of my chiffon blouse. My pulse skips a beat.
“W-What…what are you doing?”
“Teaching you devotion.” He tears the blouse down over my shoulders, his fingers trailing roughly over my skin as he reaches the waistband of my shorts. My head is screaming no, but my entire body is frozen, like I’ve suddenly lost my ability to move.
His hands curl around my waist, popping the top button and sliding the zipper down so slowly that it feels like I might pass out from the friction. My pussy throbs violently, soaking my cotton panties with uncontrollable moisture.
God, I shouldn’t be doing this.
I shouldn’t… but his teeth graze lightly over my shoulder as he slides the shorts down, watching them drop to the ground. Then he turns me around, tilting my chin up until my eyes hold his.
The movement of his free hand is slow and deliberate as he moves it from my jawline, tracing it down my neck, over my collarbone, and then dipping it into my bra.
My breath catches in my throat as his index finger finds its way to my left nipple.
“You are mine! Get that through your pretty skull,” he growls, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously. I swallow hard, unable to fight him. Even that tiny voice in my head has gone completely silent.
Suddenly, his lips swoop down to catch mine. My arms fly around his neck, fisting his hair to bring him closer while I climb to my toes, desperately trying to melt into him.
He’s like a virus I can’t get out of my system, no matter how hard I try.
His free hand slides out of my bra, reaching behind to undo the strap. The lacy thing drops to the floor. His mouth tears away from mine to latch onto my breast, his hand wrapping around my hips as he hefts me against the wall, his body pinning me in place.
My hands are all over him, yanking his jacket off his shoulders while my back arches, my thighs trembling around his waist from the sheer pleasure of his proximity.
His tongue circles my nipple, sucking it greedily while my hips press frantically against his stomach. I just want some form of release.
Release from him, release from this torturous tension threatening to split my core.
He unlatches his lips from my breast, his teeth scraping over my collarbone and neck, then finding their way back to my mouth.
My hands yank at his shirt, tearing away his buttons. A groan escapes my lips when my hands finally graze over his tatted torso. Damn. It’s like running my palms over smooth granite.
One hand finds my hair, the other fists at my underwear and rips them down over my hips completely. Now my pussy is dripping wet against the rigid muscle of his stomach.
My hips buck at the thought, moving slowly to a pleasurable rhythm.
I pull my mouth away from his, releasing a moan I can’t hold back anymore. “Ahhh…”
“Shhh…” he snaps, snatching my lips up again. His hands are on my hips, encouraging my grind on his stomach.
“I want…I need…” I cry as that sweet ache crawls between my thighs and down my legs.
Oh shit, I suddenly remember where we are. If we make this much noise, someone will definitely hear us. But honestly, right now, I just can’t care.
He pulls his lips away from mine momentarily. “What do you want?”
“Y-You.”
“Right. So tell me…who do you belong to?”
My brain is searching for something nasty in retort, but my mouth betrays me. “You.”
His arm lodges tightly around my hips, hefting me enough for his other hand to slip into my pussy. “Damn right you do. Now, say my fucking name, Principessa.”
“Adriano... A-Adriano…” I whimper, my hands grabbing his hair for support. He dips his head, catching my nipple between his teeth as another finger joins the first in my pussy.
God, I’m on cloud nine.
“Say you belong to Adriano Bellandini. Say it.”
“I belong…” Barely able to form words, I throw my head back as my climax seizes my core, descending on me like a thief. “I belong to Adriano Bellandini…” I finally manage to blurt.
And with that, he gives me exactly what my body is begging for. I hear the clink of metal on the ground, the rustling of cloth, and then he’s free.
He fists his thick, heavy length, lining up the monstrous head of his cock against my soaking entrance, and drives himself into me with one massive, unyielding thrust. It’s as if I can feel the head of his dick at the back of my throat as he pins me against the wall, stretching me out completely when he begins a hard, relentless rhythm.
My entire body reverberates from the force of the orgasm, the wet heat of my intense release soaking into his jeans as I break apart. He slides me gently to the ground, then turns me around and bends me over.
He pushes that thick, veiny dick of his back into my anticipating pussy with one sudden, wild thrust.