365 Days (Blanka Lipińska)

Introduction
Title: 365 Days Blanka Lipinska (365 DNI Book 1)
Copyright by: JiSel1
As published in: https://www.wattpad.com/story/222427885-365-

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Synopsis: (Note: I did not originally write this book. This is just an
English version of the polish book of Blanka Lapinska) Laura, along
with her boyfriend Martin and two friends, goes on vacation in Sicily.
On the second day of her stay - on her twenty-ninth birthday, the girl
is kidnapped. The kidnapper turns out to be the head of the Sicilian
mafia family, extremely cute and young, Don - Massimo Toricelli. A
man several years ago had a try in his life. Filmed several times, he
almost died - and when his heart stopped beating, he saw a girl in
front of his eyes, and exactly Laura Biel. When he comes back to life
he promised himself that he would find the woman he saw.
365 Days Blanka Lipinska (365 DNI Book 1)
1. Introduction
2. Chapters
1. Chapter 1 Part 1
2. Chapter 1 Part 2
3. Chapter 2 Part 1
4. Chapter 2 Part 2
5. Chapter 3 Part 1
6. Chapter 3 Part 2
7. Chapter 4 Part 1
8. Chapter 4 Part 2
9. Chapter 5 Part 1
10. Chapter 5 Part 2
"Massimo, do you know what that means?"
I turned my head towards the window, looking at the cloudless

sky and then looked at my interlocutor.
"I will take the company, whether the family Manente like it or
not."
I got up and Mario and Domenico quickly got up from their

chairs and stood behind me. It was a pleasant meeting, but
definitely a very long one. I shook hands with the men present
and went to the door.
"Understand, that it will be good for everyone. I raised my

index finger"
"You will thank me for that."
I took off my jacket and unbuttoned another button on my black

shirt. I sat in the back of the car, enjoying the silence and
cold of the air conditioner.
"Home." He snapped under his breath and started looking at the

messages on the phone.
Most were about business, but I also found an SMS from Anna:
"I'm wet, I need punishment."
My penis churned in my pants, and I sigh and firmly squeezed

it. Oh yes, my girlfriend felt my mood well. She knew that this
meeting would not be pleasant and would not be at peace. She
also knew how to relax me.
"Be ready for twenty." I wrote back briefly and sat back
comfortably, watching the world vanishes through the car's
window. I closed my eyes. Once again she made my dick became as
hard as steel. God, I'm going to go crazy if I can't find her.
Five years have passed since the accident; five long years
since - as the miraculous doctor said - death and resurrection,
during those dreams of a woman I have never seen in real life.
I met her in my visions when I was in a coma. The smell of her
hair, the tenderness of her skin - I could almost feel it
touching her. Every time I made love to Anna or any other
woman, I made love to her. I called her Lady. She was my curse,
insanity and supposedly a gift from God.
The car stopped. I took my jacket and left got out. Domenico,
Mario and the guys I took with me were waiting on the airport
runway. I may have exaggerated, but sometimes it will take a
show of strength to deceive your opponent.
I greeted the pilot and sat down on a soft chair, and the
flight attendant handed me a whiskey with an ice cube. I looked
at her; she knew what I like. I looked into her empty eyes, and
she blushed and smiled flirtatiously. And why not ?, I thought,
and I got up vigorously and take the surprised woman by the
hand and pull her to the private part of the jet.
"Start!" I yelled at the pilot and closed the door,
disappearing behind them with the girl.
When we were in the room, I grabbed her neck and turned firmly
against the wall. I looked her in the eye, she was terrified. I
moved my mouth to her mouth and grabbed her bottom lip, and she
moaned. Her hands dangled freely along her body and her eyes
stuck in mine. I took her by the hair, let her tilt her head
even closer, closed her eyelids and let out a moan again. She
was beautiful, so feminine, all my people had to be like that,
I liked everything good.
"Get on your knees." I growled, pulling her down.
She executes the order without hesitation. I murmured, praising

her for the right kind of submission. I never had anything to
do with her, and yet the girl knew very well what to do. I
leaned her head against the wall and started to unzip my jeans.
The flight attendant swallowed hard, and her big eyes were
still looking at me.
"Close." I said softly, running my thumb after his eyelids.

"You will not open it until I let you."
My cock jumped out of my pants, hard and almost painfully

inflated. I lean on the lips of the girl, politely and widely
parted lips. You don't know what awaits you, I thought and put
it all the way in, holding her head so it couldn't move. I felt
like chocking, I thrust even deeper. Oh yes, I liked them when
they opened their horrified eyes, as if they really thought I
would strangle them. I slowly backed away and touch her face,
almost lovingly, gently. I saw her calm and lick her thick lips
with saliva extracted from her throat.
"I'll fuck your mouth." The woman shuddered slightly.
I had zero emotions when, no smile. She looked at me with

gigantic eyes, and after a few seconds she nodded
affirmatively.
"Thank you." I whispered sliding my hand over her cheeks.
I leaned the girl against the wall and slipped through into her
mouth again down to the throat. She pressed her lips around me.
Oh yes! My hips started pushing it in hardly. I felt like she
can't breathe, after a while she began to fight back so I hold
her tighter. Her nails dug into my legs. At first she tried to
push me away and then mutilated me. I liked it. I liked it when
they fought back, when they are helpless against my strength. I
closed my eyes and saw my lady, she knelt all above me, her
almost black eyes pierced me through and through. She liked
when I took her like that. I gripped her hair even more tightly
in her lust beamed. I couldn't take it any longer, two more
strength and thrust and the sperm spilled out of me, chocking
the girl even more. I opened my eyes and looked at her smudged
makeup. I backed out a bit to make room for her.
"Swallow." I growled, pulling her hair again.

Tears run down to her cheeks but she obediently made my order.
I took my cock out of her mouth and she dropped to her heels,
sliding down against the wall.
"Lick it.", the girl froze.
"To clean."
I put both my hands on the wall in front of me and looked at

her angrily. She rose again and to lick away the remaining
sperm. I smiled slightly, seeing her trying. When I thought she
was done, I stepped away from her, zipping up my jeans.
"Thank you."
I gave her my arm and get up slightly stood next to me.
"There is the bathroom."
I pointed with my hand even though she knew the plane like her
own pocket. She nodded and went towards the door.
I went back to my companions and leaned back in my chair. I

took a sip of the excellent drink, which has already lost its
proper temperature. Mario I put down the newspaper and looked
at me.
"In your father's day, they would shoot us all."
I sighed, rolling my eyes, and tapped the glass irritably on

the counter.
"In my father's time, we would trade alcohol and drugs

illegally, and they didn't run the largest companies in
Europe."
I leaned back on the armchair and I stared at my consigliere.
"I'm the head of the Toriccelli family and this is not a

coincidence, just a thoughtful decision of my father. Almost
from childhood, I was prepared to the family entered a new era
when I take power."
I sighed and I relaxed a little when the flight attendant

almost imperceptibly flashed by us.
"Mario, I know you liked to shoot."
The older man who was my adviser smiled slightly.
"We'll shoot soon." I looked at him seriously.

"Domenico," now I turned to my brother who looked at me.
"Let them, your people will start looking for this fucking
Alfred." I looked back at Maria.
"Do you want shooters? Well, this one probably won't pass you
by." I took another sip.
The sun was setting over Sicily when we finally landed on

Catania airport. I put on my jacket and headed for the exit
from the terminal. I pulled out my dark glasses and felt a hot
blow air. I glanced at Etna – today she was visible in all its
glory.
Tourists have fun, I thought and entered the air conditioned

building.
"People from Aruba want to meet in the case we were talking

about earlier." Began Domenico, walking beside me.
"We have to deal with it too, clubs in Palermo."

I listened to it carefully, arranging in my head a list of
things that I needed to get it done today. Suddenly, even
though my eyes were open, it became dark. And then I saw her. I
blinked several times; I used to see my lady only when I wanted
to. I opened my eyes wide and disappeared. Is my condition
worse and the hallucinations intensified? I have to go to this
moron to make some research. But later, now it's time to do the
rest a cocaine container that killed me. Although "killed" it
was not in this situation is the most accurate term.
Although "killed" it was not in this situation is

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We were already at the car when I saw her again. I don't give a
fuck. I got into the parked car and almost pulled Domenic
inside.
"It's her."
I whispered in a lump in my throat, pointing to my back the

girl who was walking on the sidewalk moving away from us.
"It's my girl."
My head was ringing, I couldn't believe it. Maybe I was just

hallucinating? I was losing my mind. The car started.
"Slow down." Said the young man as we approached her.
Oh fuck! He moaned as we caught up with her. My heart stopped

for a second. The girl was looking right at me seeing nothing
through the almost black glass. Her eyes, nose, lips, all of
her – she was exactly as I thought of her.
I took hold of the door handle, but my brother stopped me.

Powerful Bald the man was calling my lady and she went towards
him.
"Not now, Massimo."

I sat paralyzed. She was here, she lived, she existed. I
could've had touched her, take her and be with her forever.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed.
"She's with someone, we don't know who that is."
The car speed up and I still couldn't take my eyes off of her
disappearing, the silhouette of my lady.
"I'm sending people behind her. Before we get home, you'll know
who he was. Massimo!" he raised his voice when I didn't
respond.
"You managed to wait so many years, you can wait a few more
hours."
I looked at him with such fury and hatred as if I had him

killed. Reasonable remnant of my thoughts agreed with him, but
all right – the rest, which was definitely more, did not
listened to him.
"You have an hour,"

I snapped from staring thoughtlessly at the seat in front of
me.
"You've got sixty minutes to tell me who it is."
We parked in the driveway, and when we got out of the car,

Domenic's people came to us, handing him an envelope. He gave
it to me and I, without a word, went towards the library. I
wanted to be alone to be able to believe that it's all true. I
sat behind the desk and ripped the upper part off with
trembling hands, spilling the contents onto the counter.
"I'll fuck you!"
I grabbed my head when the pictures, not painted by artists,

but the photographs showed my lady's face. She had a name, past
and future she didn't even expect. I heard a knock on the door.
"Not now!"
I shouted without taking out my sight from the photos and

notes.
"Laura Biel"
I whispered, touching her face on the chalk paper. After half
an hour of analysing what I got, I sat on the armchair and I
started staring at the wall.
"May I?"
Domenico asked, poking his head through the door. I didn't

reacted, he came in and sat down in the opposite.
"So, what now?"
"We'll bring her here." I said dispassionately, while looking

at him.
"But how are you going to do this?" he looked at me like an

idiot which annoyed me a bit.
"You will go to the hotel and tell her when you died, you had
visions of her, and then . . . ." he looked at the note that I
lay in front of me.
"And then you, Laura Biel, and now you will be mine." I said on
my mind.
"I will kidnap her." I decided without hesitation.
"Send people to this apartment," I hung up looking for her

boyfriend's name in notes.
"Martin. Let them find out who he is."
"Maybe it's better to ask Karl? It's there." Domenico

suggested.
"Well, let Karl's people kick as much as possible. I must find

way to make her come here as soon as possible."
"You don't have to look for a way."
Domenico and I looked towards the door where a woman's voice is

coming.
"I am here."
Smiling Anna walks towards us. Her long legs in sky-high

stilettos reached the sky. Fuck, I cursed in my mind. I
completely forgot about her.
"I will leave you." Domenico got up with a stupid smile and
went towards the door.
"I'll take care of what we talked about, and tomorrow, we will

do it to the end." He added.
The blonde came to me. She gently parted my knees with her leg.
She smelled insanely as usual, a combination of sex and power.
Rolled up a skimpy black silk cocktail dress and sat on me
astride, pressing her tongue into my mouth without warning.
"Hit me." She asked biting my lip and rubbing her pussy about
the trouser of suit pants.
"Strong!"
She licked a bit of my ear while I looked at the photos

scattered on the desk. I pulled off my previously loosened tie
and stood up, sliding Anna to the floor. I turned her and
blindfolded her. She smiled, licking her lower lip. She
fingered the table, she spread her legs wide apart and lay down
on the oak countertop, firmly sticking out her bottom.
She was without panties. I approached her from behind and
punched her hard. She screamed loudly and opened her mouth
wide.
View of the scattered photos on the table and the fact that the
lady was on the island made my cock hard like a rock.
"Oh, yes."
I growled, rubbing her moist slits and not letting go out of

sight from Laura's photos. I lifted her by the neck and picked
all the papers up that she covered with her body, and then I
put her on the countertop, raising her hands high above the
head.
I arranged the photographs so that they looked like she is
looking at me. Looking at the woman at the photo, I thought to
myself, I don't want anything of this moment more. I was ready
at any time.
I took off my pants quickly. I put two fingers into Anna and
she moaned, fidgeting under me. It was narrow, wet and
extremely hot. I began to roll my hand on her clitoris, and she
clutched the desk where she lay even harder.
I grabbed her with the left hand by the neck and stuck her with
the right hand inexplicable relief.
Once again I looked at the picture and hit even harder. My
girlfriend screamed and I beat her as if she was Laura. Her
buttock was almost purple. I leaned in and started licking her,
she was hot and throbbing. I pushed her away and I started to
run my tongue through her sweet hole, and before my eyes were
my lady.
"Yes." She moaned softly.
I have to have Laura, I have to have her all, I thought as I

stood up and poking Anna at you. She arched her back and fell
back after a moment at the sweat-wet wood. I fucked her hard
while still looking at Laura.
Already soon. In a moment, these black eyes will look at me
when she will kneel before me.
"You bitch!"
I bit my teeth, feeling Anna's body stiffen. I pressed hard and

insistently on her, not paying attention that she was flooded
with orgasm. I didn't care. Laura's eyes made me that I
couldn't get enough and couldn't stand it any longer. I had to
feel more, stronger. I pulled my cock out of Anna and sure I
stuck it in her narrow asshole.
A wild man came out of her throat a cry of pain and pleasure, I
felt it all tighten around me. My cock exploded, and all I
could see was my lady.
~Laura Biel~
8 Hours Earlier
The sound of the alarm literally broke into my brain.
"Get up, honey, it's nine o'clock. We have to be in an hour to

be at the airport and start a Sicilian vacation in the
afternoon. Get together!"
Martin was standing in the bedroom doorway with a wide smile. I

opened my eyes reluctantly. It's the middle of the night, what
a barbaric idea to fly at this hour, I thought.
I quit my job a few weeks ago, the day I completely lost the
promotion. I went to sleep too late, wake up too late, and the
worst this was that nothing to do even though I could do
everything.
I've been stuck in the hotel industry for too long and when I
finally got to have the sales director position, I quit it all
because I lost my heart to work. I never thought that at
twenty-nine, I'll say I'm burned out, but yes it just was.
Work in the hotel gave me satisfaction and fulfilment, allowed

my ego to grow high. Whenever I negotiated large contracts, I
felt a thrill off excitement, and when I negotiated with the
elders and more skilled in the art of manipulating people, I
was crazy with happiness, especially when I was winning.
Every victory in financial battles gave me a sense of

superiority and satisfied my vain side character. Someone may
say it's stupid, but for a girl from a small town that did not
graduate, proves everything around it, as it means, was a
priority.
"Laura, do you want cocoa or milk tea?"

"Martin, please! It's the middle of the night!"
I rolled over and I covered my head with a pillow.
The bright August sun was falling into the bedroom. Martin
didn't like its darkness, so even in the bedroom windows there
was no blackout blinds. He claimed that the darkness caused him
the depressive states he was about easier than the Starbucks
coffee.
The windows were from the east sides and, as for anger, the sun
disturbed my sleep every morning.
"I made cocoa and milk tea."
Satisfied with myself, Martin stood in the bedroom door with a

glass of cold drink and a mug.
"It's about a hundred degrees outside, so I think you'll choose

cold." He said and handed me the glass, lifting the quilt.
Pissed off, I leaned out of my pit. I knew I was anyway won't

pass. Martin stood smiling; he already had it that morning, he
was bursting with energy. He was a powerful man with a bald
head – that's about mine the city was called "neck".
Apart from physicality, however, nothing connected him with

such guys. He was the best man I have met in my life, he ran
his own business and every time he made a bigger money, he
transferred a considerable amount to the children's hospice,
saying: "Gog gave me, so I will share."
He had blue eyes, good and warm, a big, broken nose once-well,
he was not always smart and polite, full of lips that I loved
in him the most, and the delightful smile he could in a second
disarm me when I went crazy.
His huge forearms were decorated with tattoos, basically

tattooed he had the whole body except his legs. He was
powerful, weighing over a hundred kilos a man with whom I
always felt safe.
I looked grotesque with him – me and my one hundred and sixty-

five centimeters tall, fifty kilograms weight. All my life my
mother told me to play sports, so I trained what I could do and
that for second I had straw enthusiasm, I practiced everything;
from Karate sport gait. Thanks to that my figure unlike my man,
I am very fit, my stomach was hard and flat, legs muscled,
buttocks tight and outliners – a symbol of the million squats
they did.
"I'm getting up." I said, drinking delicious, cold cocoa.
I set down my glass and headed to the bathroom. When I stopped

in front of the mirror, I realized how much I needed a
vacation. My almost black eyes were sad and resigned, no
activity however caused apathy. Auburn hair run down my thin
face and they fell on my shoulders. In my case their length was
considerably successful, because they usually did not exceed
fifteen centimeters.
Under normal circumstances, I would consider myself a really

good chick but unfortunately not now. I was overwhelmed with my
own conduct reluctance to work, I have no idea what to do next.
My professional life has always influenced my sense of value.
No business card in the wallet and business phone, I had the
impression that I do not exist.
I brushed my teeth, pinned my hair with hairpins, and pulled my

eyelashes with mascara and I decided that that's all I can
afford today. Anyway, it was enough because some time ago,
because of laziness, I did makeup with permanent eyebrows, eyes
and lips that left me as much as possible time to sleep,
limiting morning visits to the bathroom to a minimum.
I went to the wardrobe for clothes prepared yesterday.

Independently from the mood and matters that I could not
influence, I had to be dressed always as perfect as possible.
In the right outfit, I immediately felt better and it seemed to
be visible.
My mother kept telling me that a woman, even when she was in

pain, should be beautiful, and since my face couldn't be as
attractive as usual, it was necessary to divert her attention.
I chose short shorts for the trip in light denim, a white loose
T-shirt and even though it was outside thirty degrees already
at nine o'clock in the morning, a light cotton jacket in grey
melange.
I always froze on the plane. I slipped my legs into my grey and

white platform sneakers from Isabel Marant and I was ready. I
went to the living room. The interior was modern cold and raw.
The walls were lined with black glass, the bar was lit by led,
and instead of the table – as in normal homes – there was only
a table top with two leather stools.
A huge grey corner standing in the middle suggested that the

owner is not the smallest. The bedroom was separated from large
aquarium lounge. It was vain to look for a woman's hand in this
interior. Perfectly suited the eternal single, which was the
master and ruler of this house.
Martin, as always, sat with his nose in the computer. It didn't

not matter what he is doing; whether he was working, hiring
someone or just ordinary watches a movie on television, his
computer as his best friend, was always inseparable part of his
being. It led to me to craziness, but unfortunately it was so
from the beginning, so I didn't give myself the right to change
it.
Even I found myself in his life over a year ago thanks to this
device, so it would be hypocritical if I suddenly ordered him
to give it up.
It was February and I, strangely enough, had not been in a

relationship for over half a year. It bored me, or maybe I was
more lonely. So I decided to set up a profile on the dating
site he gave. I was very happy and definitely raised my self-
esteem. During one sleepless nights, rummaging among the
profiles of hundreds of men, I came across martin, who was
looking for another woman to do it once filled his world. And
so the little girl tamed tattooed monster.
Our relationship was non-standard because we both had very

strong and explosive characters, both also had intellect and
extensive knowledge in our field's competition. It attracted
each other, intrigued and impressed us. The only thing missing
in this relationship was an animal train attraction and passion
that never broke out between us.
Like this euphemistically once described Martin: "he is already

in his life nuchal." However, I was a boiling volcano of sexual
energy, whose release I found in almost everyday masturbations.
But I felt good with him, I felt safe and calm, and that was
for me more valuable than sex. At least, I thought so.
"Honey, I'm ready, I just have to somehow close my suitcase and

we can go."
Martin laughed, got up from the computer, packed in it into the

bag and headed towards y luggage.
"I can handle it somehow, baby." He said hugging a suitcase in

which I could easily fit myself.
Everyone total replay: excess baggage, thirty pairs of shoes

and senseless carrying half of the wardrobe, while you use
maybe ten percent of what you took. I winced and braided my
arms. But I have a choice! I reminded myself, putting on my
glasses.
At the airport, as always, I felt unhealthy excitement, or

rather fear, because I hated to fly because of my
claustrophobia. Otherwise I inherited my mother's wickedness so
I could smell it everywhere, death is waiting for me, and a
flying can with engines never aroused my trust.
Friends were already waiting for us in the bright hall of the

departure terminal. Martin was the one who chose the direction
of our vacation. Karolina and Michal were there, a couple for
many years, they thought about marriage but thinking ended. He
was a storyteller type of storyteller, short-cut, tanned, quite
handsome guy with blue eyes and light blonde hair. He was only
interested in female breasts, which he didn't hide.
Karolina was a tall, long-legged brunette with delicate girlish
features. At first glance, seems like nothing special, but when
more attention was paid to her, she ended up being very
interesting. She effectively ignored Michal's male aspirations.
I wondered what he does. With his possessiveness would not give
advice to a guy whose head at the sight of women, is
transformed like a submarine periscope in search of the enemy.
I took two soothing pills so I wouldn't panic on the deck and

be ashamed. We had stops in Rome. There's an hour and a direct
stop, thanks to God it will be just only an hour flight to
Sicily. The last time I was in Italy, was when I was sixteen,
and from that moment on I didn't have the best opinion about
the people who lived there. Italians were tall, insistent and
do not speak English. For me, however, English was like a
native language. After so many years and in hotel chains,
sometimes I even weighed in English.
When we finally landed at Catania airport, the sun was already
setting. The car rental guy has been serving customers for a
long time and we've been stuck in line for an hour. Hungry and
irritability Martin gave me the attitude, so I decided to look
around the neighborhood where there was little to watch. I left
the building with air conditioning and I felt the overwhelming
heat. In the distance, you could see Etna smoking. This sight
surprised me, even though I knew that this volcano was active.
Going from ZADAR to the top of his head, I noticed that the
pavement became wide and before it was done, it grew above me
huge Italia, of which almost one shot. I was attached to the
floor five centimeters in the back of the man, and he did not
move, as if he totally did not realize that he almost landed on
me in his back. At the entrance of the airport hurriedly came
out guys in dark suits, and this looked like they were
escorted. I did not wait and went back to the rent, praying
that the car was ready. When I came to the building, they
passed me past three black SUV's, although it kind of slowed,
but the black windows couldn't look inwards.
"Laura!"
I heard Martin calling me, who was holding the keys to the car
in his hand.
"Where are you going?"
Hilton Giardini Naxos received us with a huge vase in the shape

of a head, in which were huge white and pink lilies. Her
perfume floated in an impressive hall, richly decorated with
gold.
"Pretty thick, honey." I turned with a smile for Martin.
"A little Ludwik XVI."
I wonder if there will be a bathtub with lion's paws in the

room.
Everyone laugh, because I think all of four us had the same

feelings. The hotel was not as luxurious as it should be from
the Hilton chain. It had many shortcomings that my trained eye,
specialist, immediately noticed.
"What's important is that there is a comfortable bed, vodka and

climate." Michal added.
"The rest is not important."
"Well, yes, I forgot, that it is yet another pathological trip,

I feel like a victim. I am not an alcoholic like you." I said
with artificially sour expression.
"I'm hungry, the last time I ate was in Warsaw. Can we hurry up
and have a dinner in the city? I can already taste pizza and
wine."
"Said an alcoholic addicted to wine and champagne." Martin said
bitterly, putting his arm around me.
Overwhelmed by an equally strong hunger, we unpacked our bags

very quickly and, after fifteen minutes, we closed the line in
the corridor between our rooms.
Unfortunately, with so little time, I was unable to prepare

properly to leave, and we are already going to the living room,
I was brushing the contents of the suitcase in my mind. My
thoughts circled around the least dented things on the trip. I
fell in a long black dress with a metal cross on the back, to
the black leather flip-flop bag with tassels of the same color,
a gold watch and a huge golden ear-ring.
In a hurry, I traced my eyes with a black pencil, added some

mascara to the eyelashes, correcting what was left of them and
lightly sprayed my face. Leaving, I caught the lip gloss with
gold spots and movement "in memory without mirrors" lip
contours.
Karolina and Michal looked at me in the hall in amazement. They

were in exactly the same clothes as they traveled.
"Laura, tell me how is it possible, that you like a moving

painting, and you look like you spent a whole day preparing for
this outing?" Karolina murmured walking from the elevator.
"Well," I shrugged.
"You have a talent for drinking vodka, and I can prepare my

thoughts all day to be ready in fifteen real minutes."
"Ok, for every fuck and let's go drink." a firm tone from
Martin.
The four of them moved through the hotel lobby to the exit.
In Giardini Naxos the night was beautiful and picturesque. The

narrow streets were full of life and music, there were young
people and mothers with children. Sicily only started to
vibrate at night, because during the day the heat was
unbearable. We arrived at the port and the most populated part
of the city right now. Dozens of retaurants, bars and cafes
stretched along the avenue.
"I'm going to die anyway, fall over here and now don't get up."
said Karolina.
"And I will kill the lack of alcohol in the blood. Look at this
place, it will be perfect for us." Michal pointed his finger at
the beach restaurant."
Tortuga is an elegant restaurant with white armchairs, matching
sofas and glass tables. Burning candles set everywhere, and the
ceiling were huge sheets of clear sail canvas that waved in the
wind, it looked as if the whole pub was floating up in the air.
The boxes, in which the tables were placed, separated thick
bales of wood, to which the construction of an improvised
canvas roof was attached. A light, cool and magical place.
Despite the rather high prices lively. Martin waved to the
waiter and after a few minutes, thanks to a few euros sitting
comfortably on the sofa, leafing through the menu. Me and my
dress don't match the environment. I had the impression that
everyone was looking only at me, because all that white was
shining like a black lamp.
"I feel watched, but who would know that we are going to eat in
a milk jug." I whispered to Martin with a stupid and apologetic
smile.
He looked around, leaned over to me and whispered:
"You have a mania for stalking, drink axceto you look

ravishing, so let it look."
I looked again, no one seemed to pay attention to me, but I

felt like someone was still looking at me. I ruled out another
mental illness inherited from my mother, found my favorite
grilled octopus on the card, added pink prosecco and was ready
to order. The waiter, even though he was Sicilian, was also
Italian, which meant that we couldn't wait for a speed demon
and we would wait here before he decided to approach us to
collect the order.
"I'll use the bathroom." I said, looking outside.

In the corner next to the beautiful wooden bar were a small
door, so I went up to it. I passed them, but unfortunately
there was only a smear behind them. I turned out to turn, and
then hit with a vengeance above the form before me. I groaned
when my head hit the hard male torso. I looked up, massaging my
forehead. A tall, handsome Italian stood before me. I have it
somewhere I haven't seen it? His icy gaze crossed me. I
couldn't move when he looked at me with almost completely black
eyes. There was something about him that terrified me, so it
falls to the floor in a second.
There was something about him that terrified me, so

it falls to the floor in a second

"I think you're lost." he said fluently in English with a
British accent.
"If you tell me what you are looking for, I will help you."
He smiled at me with white teeth, put my hand between the

shoulder blades touching the CONNECTOR on my bare skin, and
escorted me to the door which I came through. When I felt his
touch, a shiver ran through my body, which made me unable to
walk. I was so stunned that, despite strenuous efforts, I
couldn't talk with each other or seem to forget words in
English. I smiled only, instead shuddered outside and went
towards Martin. When I got to the table, they're in the spirit
of the alcohol - already finished the first round and ordered
another. I fell on the sofa, grabbed the hand of a prosecco cup
and emptied it with a sip. Meanwhile, without taking my mouth
off, I gave the waiter a clear signal that I needed a refill.
Martin looked at me with amusement.
"Menel! And apparently, I have a problem with alcohol."
"Somehow, exceptionally, let me have a drink."

I said lightly and drank the liquor very quickly.
"I think something happened in the bathroom, since then it

seems you're bothered."
With those words, I nervously thought of the Italian who made

bothered, my knees were shaking as when I was like driving a
motorcycle for the first time after receiving a Category A on
my driver's license. It would have been easy to find him among
the whites, since he was dressed like me, he's completely out
of place. Loose black canvas pants, black shirt with a wooden
rosary underneath and moccasins without shoelaces of the same
color. Although I saw him only for a moment, but I remembered
it clearly.
"Laura!" Michal's voice interrupted my search.
"Don't tax all of these people with your eyes, just drink."
I didn't even notice that another glass of sparkling drink

appeared on the table. I decided to drink the pink liquid
slowly, although I felt like pouring it on me like the previous
glass because the trembling in my legs still didn't stop. We
were served food that I craved. The octopus was perfect; only
sweet tomatoes were added. Martin ate a giant squid, expertly
cut and spread on a plate with garlic and cilantro.
"Damn it!"
Martin shouted, jumping up onto the white sofa.
"Do you know what time it is? It's past midnight, and therefore
Laura!"
The other two also jumped out of the seats and started happily,
loudly and very much in Polish style, picking me up the
birthday song. The restaurant guests looked at them with
curiosity, after a while they joined in choir, singing the
Italian birthday song.
The restaurant guests looked at them with curiosity,

after a while they joined in choir, singing the Italian
birthday song

"You had to do this to me, huh?" I hit Martin with a smile.
"You're reminding me that I'm old and I don't like it."
"Well, well, baby, right in the circle eye. As a satisfaction

and starting today's party, I ordered your favorite drink."
When he finished speaking, a waiter appeared, holding a bucket

of Moet & Chandon Rose and four glasses.
"I Love it!"
I screamed, jumping on the sofa and clapping like a little

girl.
My happiness remains with regard to the waiter who smiled at

me, leaving a refrigerator on the table with half spilled on
the bottle.
"Cheers!" said Karolina, raising the glass.
"For you, you found what you want, your dream. Happy birthday!"
We hit the glasses and drank it all up. After finishing the
bottle, I really had to go to the bathroom - this time, I
decided to find it with someone's help. The waiter showed me
the direction in which I should go. After twelve hours, the
restaurant was transformed into a nightclub, the colorful
lighting completely changed the character of the place. The
white, elegant and almost sterile interior explodes in color.
Suddenly white took on a completely different meaning, the lack

of color meant that the light could give the rooms any color. I
walked out through the crowd towards the bathroom, when another
one came to me with a strange sensation that I watched. I got
up and studied the surroundings. On the platform, leaning
against the beam of one of the boxes, a man dressed in black
stood up and again gave me a cold look. Calm and emotionless,
my eyes glanced him from the ankles to the top of the head. He
looked like a typical Italian, although he was the least
typical man I have ever seen. Black hair fell to him
inexplicably on his forehead, his face trimmed a few days, a
well-groomed beard, his lips were full and clearly defined - if
created to ensure you give them pleasure to a woman. His eyes
were cold and penetrating, like a wild animal, preparing to
attack. Only seeing him from a distance, it's clear that he was
quite tall. He was far superior to the women who were around,
so he must have been about one hundred and ninety centimeters.
I don't know how long we look at each other; I had the
impression that in time it had stopped. A man pulled me out of
my stupor, who nudged my shoulder as he passed. With that look,
I stiffened like a board, I turned with just one leg and fell
on the floor.
"Will you not do that?" I said to the man, who grew up around
me like a ghost.
"If it weren't for that, I saw that this time you didn't hit
me, I think bumping into strangers is your way of drawing
attention."
He grabbed my elbow and lifted me up. He was surprisingly

strong, he did it as easily as if I didn't spend anything. This
time I pulled myself together, and the boiling alcohol gave me
courage.
"And do you always do it behind the wall or crane?
I snapped, trying to send him the coldest look I had to

prepare.
He stepped away from me and still feeling his eyes on me, he

looked at me as if he couldn't believe I was real.
"You look at me all night, right?" I asked irritably.
I get a chase but never a feeling that I'm not right.

The man smiled as if he was mocking me.
"I'm looking at the club." he replied.
"Control the service, check the satisfaction of the guests,

look for women who need a wall or a crane."
His answer amused me and confused me at the same time.
"And so thanks for being a crane and have a nice night." I gave
him a provocative look and went to the bathroom. When he stayed
behind, I breathed a sigh of relief. At least this time I
didn't looked like a complete idiot and was able to speak.
"To see you, Laura." I heard behind.
When I turned around, there was just a fun crowd behind me, and
Black disappeared.
How did he know my name? Did he hear our conversations? He

couldn't be that close, I heard him, I felt him. Karolina took
my hand.
"Come on, because life is not for the bathroom, and you will be
stuck here forever."
When we got back to the table, another bottle of mint was on

the glass counter.
"Well, honey, I can see that today we have a rich birthday." I

spoke with a laugh.
"I thought you asked for it." Martin said, surprised.

"I already paid and we wanted to go further.
I looked around the club. I knew the bottle wasn't an accident

here and he was still watching.
"It is probably a gift from the restaurant. After such corals

for hundreds of years they may not be able to do the opposite -
he laughed at Karolina.
"Now that we're here, let's have a drink."
Until the end of the bottle, I squirmed restlessly on the sofa,

wondering who the man in black was, why he was looking at me
and how he knew my name.
We spent the rest of the night on a club-by-club pilgrimage. We
returned to the hotel in the morning.
A terrible headache woke me up. Well ... Moet. I love

champagne, but a hangover afterwards literally explodes the
skull. What kind of a normal person won't get drunk with that?
With the rest of my strength, I dragged myself out of bed and
reached the bathroom. In the case of vanity, I found
painkillers, swallowed three and went back under the reap. When
I woke up even after a few hours, without Martin beside me,
headache's gone, and behind the window opening i saw the pool,
sounds fun. I have a vacation, so I have to get up and be tan.
I mobilized this in mind that I took a quick shower, I jumped
in the suit and after half an hour I was ready to get a tan.
Michal and Karolina is drinking a bottle of chilled wine,

resting by the pool.
"Medicine," said Michal, handing me a plastic cup.
"Sorry, the plastic, you know the rules."
The wine was delicious, cold and moist, so I drained the glass.
"Have you seen Martin yet? I woke up and it's he's gone."
"Maybe he's working in the hotel lobby, the internet was very
weak in the room." said Karolina.
Well - best friend of the computer, favorite lover of work, I

thought while lying on the chaise longue. I spent the rest of
the day alone with the lovebirds embracing. From time to time,
Michal interrupted this love prelude by saying, "But boobs!"
"Do you want to eat lunch?" He asked,
"I'll go after Martin, what kind of vacation, when he still

sits and looks at himself on the monitor."
He got up from the chaise longue, put on his shirt and headed
for the hotel entrance.
"Sometimes I have enough of him." I turned away from Karolina,

and she looked at me, big eyes.
"I will never be the most important. More important than work
than colleagues than pleasure. I get the impression that he is
with me, because I have nothing better to do and so
comfortably. And it's a bit like having a dog - whenever you
want, run your fingers through it when you feel like playing
with it, but when you have no desire for your company, after
just chasing it, because it is for you, not for that Martin
often talking to colleagues on Facebook than with me at home,
not to mention already in bed."
Karolina rolled over and propped herself up on her elbow.
"Laura, you know that in relationships, desire disappears in

some time."
"But not after a year and a half ... well, after a year and a
half. Am I hunchbacked? Is something wrong with me? Is it bad
that I just want to fuck?"
Karolina started laughing at the chaise longue and pulled my

hand away.
"I think we need to drink, so we can't change the fact that

it's worrying. Look where we are! It's divine and you're thin
and beautiful. Forget about it and think of something
different. Come on!"
I threw at you a flowery tunic with zamotalam turban scarves,

covered my eyes with fascinating Ralph Lauren glasses and went
to the bar for Caroline at the atrium. My companion went to the
living room to leave the suitcase and get an idea of
the lunch
situation, because we did not find our partners in the lobby. I
went to the bar and waved to the bartender. I ordered two
glasses of cold prosecco. Ah yes, I definitely needed this.
"Just enough?" I heard a male voice behind him.

I looked up and froze. He stood before me again. He was not
wearing all black today. He was wearing an unbuttoned off-white
linen cloth and clear shirt, which fit perfectly with his
tanned skin. He slipped his glasses on his nose and pierced me
with an icy look. He turned to the bartender.Hidden behind dark
glasses, I was extremely brave that day, extremely angry and
extremely hungover.
"Why do I get the impression that you are following me?" I

asked, crossing my arms.
He raised his right hand and slowly slid my glasses down to

see my eyes. I felt like someone had taken my shield that was
protecting me.
"It's not a feeling," he said, looking me straight in the eye.

"This is also not an accident. Happy twenty ninth birthday,
Laura. Next year will be the best year in your life." he
whispered and gently kissed me on the cheek.
I was so confused that I couldn't get a word out of my mouth.

How did he know how old I am? And how the hell did he find me
on the other side of town? The bartender's voice brought me out
of the flood of thoughts.
"The man asked me to give this to you." the bartender said.

He was placing a bottle of pink peppermint and a small colored
cupcake on my dish with a lighted candle on it.
"Brilliant shit!" I turned around to find mr. black, and he

literally disappeared into the air.
"Well, nice." Karolina said, walking to the bar.
"It was supposed to be a glass of prosecco and ended up with a

bottle of champagne."
I shrugged and nervously search the room for black, but

couldn't find him. I took the credit card from my purse and
gave it to the bartender. The bartender refused to take the
card claiming that it was already paid. Karolina smiled
brightly, took a cooler with a bottle and went to the pool. I
blew out the candle, which was still burning up on the cake,
and followed her. I was upset, confused and intrigued. In my
mind I gave birth to various scenarios describing what the
mysterious man was. The first thing my brain told me was the
theory that he was a perverted stalker. But, however, a
delicious Italian who prefers to escape from fans.
When he was sitting I noticed the shoes and designer clothes he

wore every time, I can tell he's not poor. And he mentioned
something about checking guest satisfaction at a restaurant.
So, the next natural theory was that maybe he is the manager of
the facilities where we were. But what did he do at the hotel?
I shook my head as if I wanted to shake off excess thoughts and
grabbed a glass. What do I care? I weighed, taking a sip. It
was probably an absolute accident, and I got used to something.
Taking the bottle, we headed to where our partners is. They
were in a champagne mood.
"Want lunch?" Martin asked with satisfaction.
I got angry at his carelessness and burned:
"Martin, bitch! It's my birthday and you disappear all day, you
don't care what I do and how I feel, and now you show up and
asked about lunch? I'm done with it! Enough of this, you always
do what you want, what you always say, how and how to be, and
that I am never the most important in any situation. Lunch was
a few hours ago, it's already time for dinner!"
I grabbed my tunic and purse and almost ran to the hotel's

lobby door. I ran down the hall and found myself on the street.
I felt a stream of tears welling up in my eyes that would soon
flow. I put on my glasses and started walking.
The streets of Giardini looked picturesque. Along the sidewalk

there were trees covered with flowers, the buildings were
beautiful and tidy. Unfortunately, in this state, I was unable
to appreciate the beauty of the place where I am. I felt alone.
At one point, I realized that tears were streaming down my face
and I was almost sobbing - as if I wanted to get away from
something.
The sun was turning orange and I was still walking. When I went
through with my anger, I felt my leg hurting. My wedges
slippers, although they were beautiful, are not suitable for
the marathon. On the street, I saw a small typical Italian
cafe, which ended up being the perfect place to relax, because
one of the menu items was sparkling wine. I glanced outside,
looking out over the calm sea. The old lady brought me a glass
to order a drink and said something in Italian, stroking my
hand. God, I didn't even understand a word, but I knew what she
was trying to say, how hopeless they can be men and how useless
are my tears. I sat there and looked out to sea, until it was
dark. The did not tell me to get up from the caddy after I
finished my drink, but in the meantime, I ate an excellent
pizza with four cheeses, which turned out to be a better recipe
for sadness of sparkling wine, and tiramisu gave by the elderly
woman was better than the best champagne.
I feel ready to go back and face what I left behind, running

away. I walked calmly towards the hotel. The streets I walked
on were almost deserted because they were far from the main
pedestrian street along the sea. At one point, two SUVs passed
by me. I remember that it was like the one I saw at the
airport.
The night was hot, I was drunk, my birthday was over and
generally everything was wrong, as it should have turned when
the sidewalk has come to end and I realized I didn't know where
I was. Damn me and my guidance. I looked around and all I saw
were the blinding lights of the approaching cars.
I looked around and all I saw were the blinding

lights of the approaching cars
It was already night when I opened my eyes. I looked into the
room and realized that I had no idea where I was. I lay down on
a huge bed, lit only by the light of a flashlight. My head hurt
and I wanted to throw up. What the hell happened? Where am I? I
tried to get up, but I was completely without strength, as if I
weighed a ton, even my head didn't want to get off the pillow.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep again.
When I was wake up, it was still dark. I don't know how much I
slept, maybe it was another night? There was no clock anywhere,
I had no purse or phone. This time I managed to get out of bed
and sit on the edge. I waited for a moment, until I stopped
turning my head. I noticed a bedside lamp beside the bed. When
the light flooded the room, I realized that the place where I
am is probably quite old and quite unknown to me.
The window frames were huge and richly decorated, in front of a

heavy wooden bed and there was a giant stone fireplace - I only
saw this kind of scene in the films. There were old beams on
the ceiling that matched the color of the window frames
perfectly. The room was warm, elegant and very Italian. I
walked towards the window, and after a while I stepped out onto
the balcony, which stretched across the stunning chest garden.
"Well, you're awake."
With these words I froze. I looked up and saw the young

Italian. The fact that he was, no doubt, because of his accent
when he spoke English. Also his appearance definitely confirmed
it. He was not very tall - like seventy percent of Italians,
which I saw. He had long, dark hair falling over his shoulders,
delicate features and giant lips. You could say that he's a
handsome boy. Perfect and impeccably dressed in an elegant
suit, he still looked like a teenager. Although he was
evidently exercising, and not in small quantities, because his
shoulders expanded his figure disproportionately.
"Where and why am I here ?!" I said furiously, walking towards

the man.
"Please refresh yourself. I'll be back soon, so you'll find

out." he said and disappeared, closing the door behind him.
He looked as if he had escaped me, while when I was terrified

of the situation.
I tried to open the door, but it was locked.
Beside the fireplace was another door. I turned on the light

and a phenomenal bathroom appeared in my eyes. In the middle
was a huge bathtub in one corner of the set was a dressing
table, next to the large sink with a mirror on the other side I
saw a shower, which would fit a soccer team with success. Do
not have a shower tray or walls, just a glass and a fine mosaic
floor. The bathroom was the size of Martin's entire apartment
where we stayed together. Martin must be looking for me, or
maybe not, he can finally enjoy now that no one has finally
returned to direct him. Once again it swept me irritated, this
time together with the fear caused by the situation in which I
am found.
I stood in front of the mirror. I looked extremely well, I was

tanned and probably very sleepy, because the bruises I had
recently under my eyes disappeared. Still, I was dressed in a
black tunic and bathing suit, which I wear on my birthday, when
I ran out of the hotel. How can I get along without my stuff? I
took my clothes off and took a shower, winning the thick white
tunic hanger and decided that I am refreshed.
When I was visiting the room where I woke him, looking for
clues where I am, the door to the room opened. The next time
there was a young Italian man, who sweeping gesture pointed the
way. We walked down a long corridor decorated with flower pots.
The house was steeped in twilight, lit only by lanterns whose
light came in through countless windows. We didn't wander
through the maze of corridors until a man came to a door and
opened it. When I crossed the threshold, it's a library, the
walls were covered with shelves and paintings in heavy wooden
frames. In the center of the burning of another immersive
fireplace, around which it is set to a soft dark green sofa
with many cushions in shades of gold. In one of the armchairs
there was a table where I could see a cooler with champagne. I
shuddered when I saw him; after my recent frenzy, alcohol was
not what i needed.
"Sit down, please. You didn't respond well to sleeping pills, I

didn't see any heart problems." I heard a male voice and saw a
figure standing on the porch.
I didn't even move.
"Laura, sit on the chair. Next time, I won't ask, but I'll
force you to sit."
My blood was buzzing, I could hear my heart beating and I
thought I was going to pass out. It was getting dark before my
eyes.
"Damn, why don't you listen?"
The man on the porch moved towards me and before I sank to the
floor, he grabbed my arms. I blink my eyes to get the focus. I
felt him sit up and put an ice cube in my mouth.
"You slept for almost two days, the doctor gave you a drip, you
are not dehydrated, but I may want you to drink, and you have
the right not to feel the best."
I opened my eyes and saw that cold, animal look. The man I saw
in the restaurant, hotel, and oh God, at the airport was in
front of me. He was dressed in the same way as the day I
arrived in Sicily and falls on the back of a great bodyguard.
He was dressed in a black suit and a black shirt unbuttoned
under his neck. He was elegant and very arrogant. I spit an ice
cube straight into his face in fury.
"Why am here? Who are you and what right do you have to
imprison me here?"
He wiped away the water left behind by the ice on his face,
lifted the cold, transparent cube from the thick rug and threw
it into the fireplace.
"Answer me, damn it!"
I screamed furiously, forgetting how much I felt and even

before the moment. When I tried to get up from the chair, he
grabbed me.
"I told you to sit down, I don't condemn disobedience and I

won't tolerate you."
Enraged, I raised my hand and gave him a slap o the cheek. His
eyes shone with wild fury, and I fear until I fall to the seat.
He got up slowly, straightened up and smelled the loud air. So,
much I assumed out of what I did, that I did not decide to
check, where are the limits of its resistance. He walked
towards the fireplace, stood in front and leaned with both
hands on the wall above the fireplace. Seconds passed and he
was silent. If I don't feel that I felt sorry for him, I would
now probably be guilty of conscience, and my apologies would
not be the end, but in the current situation it was difficult
to feel anything other than anger.
"Laura, you are disobedient, even strange that you are not an
Italian."
He turned and his eyes were still burning. I decided not to

speak, hoping to learn what I was doing here and how long it
would last.
Suddenly, the door opened and the same young Italian who
brought me came into the room.
"Don Massimo ...." he said.
Black shot him a warning look, and the man suddenly looked
frozen. He came to him and stood up, so that they almost
touched his cheeks.
The conversation took place by the Italian, it was calm, and

the man who imprisoned me here stood and listened. He responded
with a sentence and the young Italian disappeared, closing the
door behind him. Black leaned both hands on the rail and saying
something in a whisper.
Don .... I thought like that Pia Godfather pointed out to

Marlon Brando, playing the head of the mafia family. Suddenly,
everything started to consist of everything; to protect, cars
with black windows, the house. It seemed to me that something
else was Francis Fors Coppola's invention, and in the meantime,
I found myself in the middle of a very Sicilian story.
"Massimo ....?" I said softly.

"Should I speak to you like this or should I speak to you as
Don?
The man turned and walked confidently towards me. The flood of
thoughts in my head left me breathless. Fear flooded my body.
"Do you think you understand everything now?" He asked, sitting
on the sofa.
"I think now I know how you got the name." He smiled a little
and as a relaxant.
"I know you expect an explanation. But I don't know how you
will react to what I want to tell you, so you better have a
drink."
He got up and poured two glasses of champagne. He took one,

handed it to me, took a sip of the other and sat on the sofa
again.
"A few years ago, I had, let's call it an accident, I was shot
several times. This is part of the risks resulting from
belonging to a family in which I came into the world. When I
was lying, dying, I saw ...." Here he stopped and got up. He
went to the fireplace, put the glass on and sighed loudly.
"What I'm going to tell you will be so incredible that until

the day I saw you at the airport, I didn't think it was true."
Look at the photo that hangs over the fireplace.
" Look at the photo that hangs over the fireplace

My eyes went to the place he pointed out. I froze. The portrait

were a woman, specifically my face. I took a glass and tilted
it to the bottom. I shivered at the taste of the alcohol, but
it worked a tranquilizer, so I took the bottle to lie down.
Massimo continued.
"When my heart stopped, I saw

"When my heart stopped, I saw ... you. After many weeks in the
hospital, I regained consciousness. When only I was able to
transmit the image that all the time I had before my eyes ,
called the artist who painted the woman l saw then. He painted
you. "
It was obvious that I was in the picture. But how is this

possible?
"I searched for you all over the world, although research is
probably a very big word. Somewhere in me I was sure that one
day you would be in front of me. And so it is done. I saw you
at the airport, leaving the terminal I was ready to pick it up
and have it never let go, but it would be too risky. From that
moment on, my people were already watching you. Tortuga
restaurant, for you to finish, it must be for me, but it wasn't
me, but fate was made there that you found it. When you were in
the middle, could not resist the possibility of talking to you,
and then another twist of fate made it came to the door behind
which you it shouldn't be. I can't say that providence didn't
favor me. The hotel where you lived also belongs to me.
At that point, I understood where the champagne was on our

table, where the constant feeling of being watched was. I
wanted to interrupt him and accuse him of a million questions,
but I decided to wait for what would happen next.
"You also need to belong to me, Laura."
I couldn't take it.
"I don't belong to anyone, I'm not an object. Not you, like
this after you just have me. Kidnap and remain yours" I growled
between my teeth.
"I know, because I am going to give you a chance, you loved me

and go with me not as an obligation, but because you wanted
to."
I huffed a hysterical laugh. I got up silently and slowly from

the caddy. Massimo did not object when I went to the fireplace,
turning a glass of champagne over my fingers. I tilted it up,
drank it all the way and turned to my kidnapper.
"You are making fun of me." I narrowed my eyes, looking at him

with a look of hate.
"I have a boyfriend who will look for me, I have family,
friends, I have my life. And I don't need a chance to love
you!" The tone of my voice was definitely high.
"So, kindly please, let me go back to my house."
Massimo got up and crossed the room. He opened the cabinet and
took out two large envelopes. He came back and stood beside me.
He got close enough to me that I could smell him, a powerful
combination of energy, money and bathroom water with a very
heavy spicy note. From this mixture until I rotate my head. He
handed me the first envelope and said:
"Before opening, I'll tell you that and in the middle

of
"Before opening, I'll tell you that and in the middle of ..."
I didn't wait for him to start, I moved away from him and with
a movement I tore the top of the envelope, and the photos fell
to the floor.
"Oh God." I cried softly and fell into the chair, hiding my
face in my hands.
My heart sank and tears started to flow down my cheeks. In the

pictures, Martin had sex with a woman. Evidently, photographs
of the hiding place were taken and, unfortunately,
unquestionably portrayed my boy.
"Laura ...." Massimo knelt beside me.
"I will explain what you see in a moment, so listen to me. When
I tell you to do something, and you should do the opposite, we
always end up giving you more priority than you should.
Understand this and stop fighting with me, because in the
current situation you are in a lost position."
I lifted my cloudy eyes and looked at him with such seriousness

that he went away from me. I was furious, desperate, torn apart
and I didn't care.
"Do you know what? Fuck it!" I hurled at him and the envelope
glowed at the door.
Massimo still kneeling, grabbed my leg and pulled me back. I

rolled up and hit back against the floor. He dragged me over
the rug until I got out to him. He released his right ankle
repeatedly, which he pulled, and grabbed my arms around my
wrists. I threw myself on every page, trying to break free.
"Let go of me, bitch!" I screamed, struggling.
At one point, when I pushed, calling to ask about the gun belt
he fell and hit the floor. I did not freeze, but Massimo seemed
to ignore me entirely, without taking out of my sight. He
grabbed my wrists over and over. In the end I stopped him to
fight, lay helpless and crying, and he penetrated me with his
cold gaze. He looked at my half-naked body; Bathing suit, which
was covered, pulled itself quite high to the top. He hissed and
bit his lower lip at the sight. He moved from his mouth to
mine, until I stopped breathing - it seemed to me that he
absorbs my smell, and for a moment to convince himself, how I
like it. He passed his lips over my cheek and whispered:
"I will not do anything without your consent and will. Even if
I thinks I have it, I will wait until you want, wish, and the
same to come to me. It does not mean that I do not want to
enter you too deeply. and stanch language you shout."
With those words, spoken so calmly and calmly, I felt warm.

"Do not bother, if you listen for a moment, I'm not used to it,
I have to tolerate disobedience, I don't know how to be kind,
but I don't want to hurt you. So, in a moment I will tie you up
in a caddy and gag you, or let you go and you will politely
follow my instructions. "
His body was glued to mine, I felt all the muscles of a very
harmoniously built man. He put his left knee between my legs
when I didn't answer his words. Silently, I groaned, stifling a
scream when I bounce between my thighs, causing a sensitive
place and I unwittingly bent in an arc, turning his head. My
body behaved like that only in situations of excitement, and
that despite the tangible aggression was definitely.
"Don't tease me, Laura." he hissed through his teeth.
"Okay, I'm going to stay calm and now get up from me."
Massimo gracefully he rose from the rug and placed the gun on
the table. He took me in the arms and sat me in the armchair.
"Yes, it will definitely be easier for us. And so, when it

comes to the photos ..." he began.
"On your birthday, I witnessed the situation at the pool

between you and your man. Then, I knew that this is the day I
will enter your life. After that, your man didn't even blink
when he left the hotel, I knew that he is worth your while and
long after you regret not being. When you disappeared, your
friends went to eat, as if nothing had happened. So my men took
your things from the room and left a letter in which you wrote
to Martin who walk away from him, you return to Poland, moving
out to and disappearing from his life. There is no chance that
he didn't read when they went beck to your room after a meal.
Reception clad in champagne, an employee asked them,
recommended to visit one of the best clubs on the island. Toro
belongs to me too, and thanks to that, I was able to control
the situation. By looking at the photos, you will see the whole
story that has just listen. What happened to the club ... well,
drank, threw it out until Martin was lured to one of the
dancers - the rest already seen. The images seem to speak for
themselves."
I sat down and looked at him in disbelief. Within a few hours,

my whole life was turned upside down.
"I want to go back to the Poland, please let me be home again."
Massimo got up from the sofa and faced the steaming fire, which
had
already disappeared a little, creating a warm twilight in the

room.
He rested a hand on the wall and said something in Italian. He

took
a deep breath, turned to me and answered;...

"Unfortunately, it won't be possible for the next three hundred
and
sixty-five days. I want you to dedicate the next year to me. I

will
try to do everything to make you love me, and if nothing

changes
next year on your birthday, I will set you free. This is not an
offer, just information, I don't give you a choice, I just tell

you
how it will be. I won't touch you, don't do anything you won't
want
to, I won't do you anything or rape you, if you are afraid ....
Because you really are an angel to me, I want to show you a lot
of
respect, how much it is worth than my own life. Everything in
the
residence will be yours, you will have protection, but not for
control, only for your safety. You choose the people who will
protect you in my absence. You will have access to all assets,

I
will not arrest you, so if you only want to play in clubs or go

out,
I don't see any problem ... "
I interrupted him.
"You are probably not serious, right? How can I sit here
quietly?
What INDIRECT do my parents think? You don't know my mother,

she is
crying when they'll say that I am kidnapped, dedicate the rest
of
life to find me. Do you know you can do what you want with it?
I
prefer you to shoot me now than let any of your condition

through me
or I will leave the room, escape and never see me. I will not
be a
property - not yours or anyone else's. "
Massimo approached me as if he knew that something not very

pleasant
would happen again. He held out his hand and handed me the
second
envelope.
Holding it in my hands, I wondered if I should open it, if it
would
be the same like a moment ago. I studied Black's face. He

looked at
the fire, as if waiting for my reaction to what was hidden

inside.
I tore open the envelope and, with shaking hands, took another
photo. What the hell ?, INDIRECT thought. The photographs

portrayed
my family; mother with father and brother. In normal

situations,
done by the house for lunch with friends, the window in the
room,
when he slept.
"What is it?!" I asked, confused and upset at the borders.

"It is my policy to ensure that you do not run away. You will
not risk the safety and life of your family. I know where they
live, how they live and where they work, what time they go to
sleep and what they eat for breakfast. I will not go see you,
because I know I'm not able to do that, if I don't have it, I
won't imprison you, tie it up or close. The only thing I can do
is give you an ultimatum; safe and secure."
I sat across from him and wondered if I could kill him. There
was a gun on the table between us and I wanted to do everything
to protect my family. I took the gun and pointed it at Black.
He was still sitting still, but his anger was burning.
He was still sitting still, but his anger was

burning

"Laura, your driving me crazy. Put the gun down, because in a

moment, the situation will no longer be funny and I will have
to hurt you."
When he finished speaking, I closed my eyes and pulled the

trigger.
Nothing happened. Massimo threw himself on me, I took the gun

and pulling him by the arm, pulled me out of the chair,
throwing me to the. He turned me on his stomach and tied my
hands with a series of pillows. When he finished, he sat me
down, or rather, threw me into a soft seat.
"You have to unlock it first !!! Do you prefer to talk like

that?
Are you comfortable? Do you want to kill me thinking it is so

simple? You think no one has previously tried?"
When he finished screaming, he ran his hands through his hair,

sighed and looked at me furiously and coldly.
"Domenico!" He screamed.
A young Italian man appeared at the door, as if waiting all the

time for a call.
"Take Laura to your room and close the key door." said the
Englishman with his British accent, so I understood. Then he

turned to me:
"I'm not going to imprison you, but are you at risk of

escaping?"
He lifted me up by the rope that Domenico took from him,

completely impressed by the whole situation. Black tucked the
gun in his pants and left the room, throwing me at the door
with a warning look.
The young Italian showed me a broad gesture and started walking

down the corridor, leading me back.
After passing through the tangled corridors, we arrived at the

room where I woke up a few hours ago. Domenico untied my hands,
nodded and closed the door as he left. I waited a few seconds
and grabbed the door handle - the door was not locked. I wasn't
sure I wanted to cross the threshold. I sit on the bed and
think seriously. A whole year without family, friends. I
thought about it. He would be able to do something so cruel to
my loved ones. I was not sure of his words and, at the same
time, did not want to check if he was bluffing.
The wave of tears that flooded my eyes was like catharsis. I

don't know how much I cried, but I ended up falling asleep from
fatigue.
I woke up dark, still dressed in white fluffy clothes. Outside

it was still dark, again, I did not know if it will be a
terrible night, or maybe not.
There were muffled male voices from the garden - I went out
onto the porch, but I didn't see anything. The sounds were too
quiet to speak able to be close. I thought that something
happens to the other side of the property. I held the door
handle uncertain, the door was not yet closed. I walked across
the threshold of peace and for a long time, I wondered what I
have to take a step forward, or can, however, go back.
Curiosity won and I started to cross the dark corridor towards
the voices. The house in the dark was quiet.
I wonder how it was during the day. Domenica without getting

lost in the labyrinth of corridors and doors was quite obvious,
after a short time I had no idea where I am. The only thing
that I can think of is moving on, more and more i can clearly
hear them talking.
Passing through the slightly ajar door, I arrived at a huge

atrium with giant windows that opened onto the garage. I went
to the glass panels and the hands of a large door frame leaned,
partly to their hiding place.
In the dark, I saw Massimo and several people beside him. A man
knelt before them and was shouting something in Italian. His
face betrayed terror and panic when he spoke in Italian. His
face betrayed terror and panic when he looked at Black. Massimo
stood calmly, with his hands on the loafers of loose dark
pants. He pierced the man with a cold look and waited for the
end of the argument from the man who was resolving to end. When
he was silent, Black said a sentence or two in a calm voice,
then pulled a pistol from his belt and shot him in the head.
The man's body fell on a stone sidewalk.
With what I saw, a groan escaped my chest, which I

suppressed with my hands, placing them on my lips

With what I saw, a groan escaped my chest, which I suppressed
with my hands, placing them on my lips. However, he was so tall
that Black looked away from the man in front of him and looked
at me. When he looked at me, he was cold and dispassionate, as
if he was not impressed by the act he had just done. He took
the silencer and handed the gun to the man beside him; and I
fell to the ground.
I tried desperately to catch my breath, but to no avail. All I

could hear was my heartbeat getting slower and the blood
pulsing in my head, starting to get in front of my dark eyes.
Shaking their hands nervously, they tried to loosen the strap
dress that seemed to tighten more and more, blocking the
opportunity for air. I saw the death of a man, in my head like
a fierce film rolled the image of the falling shot. Repeating
the scene caused the oxygen already strictly drained from my
body. I gave in and stopped fighting. I registered a remnant of
conscience, as the belt of my clothes loosens, two fingers on
my neck trying to feel a weak pulse. One hand slid back to the
neck, until he grabbed me by the head and the other under my
semi-flexed legs. I wanted to open my eyes, but I was not able
to lift my eyelids. I could hear a familiar one and I thought
of someone:
"Laura, breathe."
That accent, I thought. I knew that I'm in the arms of Massimo,

in the arms of a man who recently took someone's life. Black
entered the room and closed the door. When I felt like he's
putting me on the bed, I was still struggling to breathe, which
despite becoming a more and more regular, still not quite deep
enough to supply me with enough oxygen.
Massimo opened my mouth with one hand and with the other he
slid the tablet.
"Relax, dear, it's a medicine. The doctor, who took care of

you, left them in case of such a situation."
After a moment, my breathing became steady, the body's

recieving more oxygen, the heart of the frantic gallop slowed
down for a walk. I sank down on the bed and fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes, it was already clear in the room. I lay
down on the white bedding, wore a T-shirt and panties - I
remembered sleeping in my bathing suit. Massimo dressed me? To
do that, he would have to undress me first, which meant he
undressed first, which meant he saw me naked. The thought did
not seem very pleasant, despite the fact that Massimo was an
irresistibly handsome man.
Last night's events flew before my eyes. I took a deep breath

and covered my face with the bedspread. All that information,
three hundred and sixty-five days that he gave me, the death of
that man - was too much for one night.
"I didn't changed you." I heard a muffled voice through the

bedspread.
I slowly removed it from my face to look at Massimo. He was

sitting in a big chair by the bed. This time, he wore a much
less formal outfit - gray trousers and a loose t-shirt with
wide straps that showed off his broad shoulders and beautifully
sculpted hand. He was barefoot and with disheveled hair; Had it
not been for the fact that he looked fresh and appetizing, I
would have thought he had just gotten out of bed.
"Maria did that," he continued.
"I wasn't even in the room at the time. I promised you that,
without your consent, nothing is going to happen, but I won't
hide that I was curious and I wanted to watch. Especially since
you were unconscious, so vulnerable, and I finally had the
confidence that the next time, I saw it with a smile."
He was carefree and satisfied. He seemed to completely forget

the dramatic events of last night.
I took it up and leaned on one of the wooden sail beds.

Massimo, still young with a malicious smile, he corrected
himself slightly in his chair, threw his right leg over the
left knee and waited for the first words to come out of my
mouth.
"You killed a man." I whispered, and tears came to my eyes.
"You shot him easiy as if like you were only buying a shoes."
His face was replaced by a mask of seriousness and

uncompromising nature that I already knew.
"He betrayed his family and the family is me, so he betrayed

me."
He bowed a little.
"I told you, but you thought it was a joke. I don't recognize
opposition and disobedience, Laura, and loyalty. You're not
ready for it all, and in such a power seen as yesterday that
you can never be prepared. "
Here he stopped and got up of the chair. He came to me and sat

on the edge of the bed. He gently brushed my hair with his
fingers as if checking that I was real. At one point, he put my
hand under his head and tied my hair tightly against the skin.
He threw his left leg over my body and sat on me, immobilizing
me. His breathing quickened and his eyes burned with animal
lust and savagery. I went rigid with fear, which certainly
portrayed itself on my face. Massimo saw the fear and clearly
he was shaking.
After the events of last night, I knew that this man is not
kidding, that if I want my family to be safe and peaceful, I
have to accept the conditions that he established for me.
Massimo grabbed my hair more and more, smelling my face. He

took a deep breath in his lungs, absorbing the scent of my
skin. I wanted to close my eyes to show him disdain and pretend
he didn't touch me, but I was mesmerized by his wild look and I
couldn't take my eyes off him. There was no denying that he was
a handsome man, very much my type. Black eyes, dark, wonderful,
huge hair, beautifully outlined lips, a few days of stubble,
which now gently tickled my cheeks. And that body! Long,
slender legs intertwining me, heavily muscled arms and an
extended chest, visible through a tight T-shirt.
"That, I will not do anything without your consent, is not

synonymous with the fact that I knew how to stop." he
whispered, looking me in the eye.
His hand in my hair pulled me hard, pushing me deeper into the
pillow. I made a low moan. Massimo inhaled loudly at the sound.
He gently slid his right leg between my thighs and clung firmly
to me with his manhood. I felt how much he wanted me in my
qaudril. All I felt was fear.
"I want to have you, Laura, I want you to have everything ..."
The cat followed his nose after my face.
"When you are so fragile and vulnerable, you are making me want
you more. I want to fuck you like nobody has ever done this
before, I want to hurt you and give you relief. I want to be
the last lover for you ...."
He spoke all of these words, and his hips rhythmically brushed

up on my body. I realized that the game, in which I take part,
will only be started. I had nothing to lose, for the next three
hundred and sixty-five days I could spend fighting this man who
was doomed to fail or learn the rules of the game he was
preparing for me and participate in it. I slowly lifted my
hands behind my head and placed them on the pillow, showing him
submission and vulnerability. Massimo, seeing this, released my
hair and intertwined his fingers with my hands, pressing them
on the pillow.
"This is definitely better, baby," he whispered.
"I'm glad you understand."

Massimo was pushing my hips faster and harder with his
immersive cock, which I felt in my stomach.
"Do you want me?" I asked, lifting my head slightly so that my

lower lip ran over his chin.
He groaned and before I knew it, his tongue was already

bursting my lips, pushing him crazy and deep, eagerly looking
for mine. He loosened my grip so that I could release my right
hand. Busy with kisses, he didn't notice that I was escaping
his embrace. I lifted my right knee and pushed it away from me,
at the same time slapping his cheek with my free hand.
"You and that respect that I'll have from you?!" I screamed.
"Yesterday, as I recall, you should wait for my explicit

permission and not suggest using the wrong signs."
Massimo froze, and when he turned his head towards me, his eyes
were calm and expressionless.
"If you hit me again ....."
"Or what? Are you going to kill me?"

Massimo sat at the foot of the bed and looked at me for a
moment, then laughed with a clear, honest laugh. He looked like
the boy he probably was - I had no idea how old he was, but at
the moment he looked younger than me.
"You are so temperant, how come you're not Italian?" he asked.
"And how many polish girls do you know?"
"One is enough for me." he said, amused and jumped out of bed.
He turned to me and said with a smile:
"It will be a good year, but I have to make it quicker to

dodge, because I lose when you look at me, little one."
He went to the door, but before crossing the threshold he

stopped and looked at me.
"Your belongings have been brought and Domenico has arranged

them in the wardrobes. It's not theirs either, but for someone
who caught themselves on a five-day vacation, and surprisingly,
then you have a lot of clothes and more shoes. We need to take
care of your wardrobe, because in the afternoon, when I return,
we will buy some clothes, underwear, and you will only need it.
This is yours, unless you like it more, then it will change.
All the servants know who you are, and if you need anything,
all you need to do is call Domenico. Cars and drivers are at
your disposal, I would prefer that the island does not sub-
rozowala itself. You will receive a protection that will try
not to be visible. I will hand over the phone and the computer
at night, we will have to discuss the conditions of use of
these devices."
I looked at him with wide eyes and wondered how I felt. I

couldn't concentrate, smelling Massimo's saliva on my lips. A
tense erection pulsed in his pants, absorbing my attention.
Undeniably and indisputably, my torturer really liked me. I
couldn't just answer the question if I wanted to subconsciously
take revenge on Martin for his treachery, or maybe I want to
prove to Massimo how hard I am.
Massimo continued.
"The residence has a private beach, scooters and motorboats,

but for the time being you are not allowed to use them. In the
garden and a swimming pool, call Domenico in everywhere you go
to, be your assistant and translator, if the need arises , some
people at home don't speak English. I chose him because he
loves fashion like you, and you are the same age."
"How old are you?" I interrupted him.
He released the doorknob and leaned out of the doorframe. Mafia

godfathers must probably be old?
Massimo narrowed his eyes and continued to look me in the eye,

he replied:
"I am not capo di tutti capi, they are really older, I am
capofamily or don. But it is a long story, so if you are so
interested that I will explain it later."
He turned and walked down a long corridor until he disappeared,

going through none of the dozens of doors. I was so still for a
moment, analyzing my position. Thinking about this situation,
however, I was tired, so I decided to make time for myself. For
the first time, I had the opportunity to see the property in
broad daylight. My room was probably fifty feet high and had
everything a woman could want. For example, a big wardrobe
alive like sex in a big city, only it was almost empty. The
things I took with me to Sicilia may have filled a hundredth of
a huge room. The shoe shelves gleamed empty, prompting
purchases, and dozens of drawers contained only satin jewelery
liners.
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In addition for the dressing room , it also have a gigantic

bathroom to offer, which I used during the night, to take a
shower. At that time, I was too shocked to notice his
impressive equipment. States open cabin had sauna and cross
steam massage jets, looking like towel grips with holes. On the
dressing table with a mirror, I wonderfully discovered the
cosmetics of all my favorite brands: Dior, YSL, Guerlain,
Chanel and many others. On the counter full of perfume bottles,
among which I found love through me, the smell of Lancome from
Rosa's midnight. The first time I asked him how he saved, but I
knew that, after all, then something as simple as perfumes,
which, incidentally, I could see in my luggage, were not
secret. I took a long, hot shower, washed my hair, which I
already needed a lot, and went to the wardrobe to choose
something awful to wear. Poe outside was thirty degrees, so I
arrived after a long raspberry light dress with no back, with
sandal wedges. I was going to blow dry my hair, but before I
was dressed, my hair dried off. So I pinned them in a careless
bun and crossed the hall.
The house looked a bit like a villa from the dynasty, only in
the Italian version. It was huge and immersive. Strolling
through the rooms, I discovered the next portraits of the woman
from Massimo's vision. They were extremely beautiful and showed
me several pictures and poses. I still couldn't understand how
it was possible for him to remember me so completely.
I went to the garden without meeting a single person along the

way. What a service? I thought as I walked through the clean
and precisely designed alleys. I discovered a descent to the
beach. In fact, there was a marina where a beautiful white
motorboat and several jet skis were anchored. I took off my
shoes and got on the boat. When I was surprised, I found that
the keys were next to the ignition, I was happy and an evil
plan crossed my mind, which was intended to break Massimo's
prohibitions. As soon as I touched the key ring, I heard a
voice behind me.
"I wish you today abstained from this tour." I looked scared
and saw the young Italian.
"Domenico! I just wanted to see if they fit." I said with a

stupid smile on his face.
"I can assure you that they fit, and if you want to swim, maybe
after lunch if you ask we will organize it"
Food! I don't remember the last time I ate. I don't know how
many days I spent sleeping right; I didn't know what day it was
or even what time it was. In thinking about eating, my stomach
"roared from the depths." Ah, I was very hungry, but because of
all the emotions that have accompanied me lately, I completely
forgot.
Domenico, with a gesture I knew, pointed to the boat, shook his

hand and led him to the bridge.
"I allowed myself to prepare breakfast in the garden, today it

is not hot, so it will be better." he said to me.
Well, I weighed, thirty degrees and almost cold, so
why not

Well, I weighed, thirty degrees and almost cold, so why not.
A young Italian took me through the alleys to the huge terrace

at the back of the house. My room probably has a balcony in the
garden part, because the view seemed surprisingly familiar. On
the stone floor there was an improvised gazebo, an arrangement
like the boxes in the restaurant where we ate the first night.
It had thick wooden supports, to which huge sheets of white
canvas were attached to protect against the sun. A large table
made of wood identical to the supports and several comfortable
armchairs with white cushions were placed under the wavy
ceiling.
Breakfast was truly real, so my hunger suddenly increased.

Cheese dishes, olives, wonderful meats, pancakes, fruit, eggs -
there was everything I loved. I sat down at the table and
Dominico was gone. Kind of I got used to lonely meals, but the
view and the amount of food even asked a companion. After a
moment the young Italian returned and placed me above the
newspaper.
"I thought you might like to check out the news." he turned and
disappeared inside the villa.
I was surprised by the Rzeczpospolita, electoral and Polish

versions.
"Vogue" and various titles of gossip. From the beginning it was

better for me, I was able to discover what is happening in
Poland. Imposing on a plate next to delicacies and leafing
through the newspaper, I wondered if in next year would just
give us the way I know the news from my country.
After the meal, I had no strength for anything, I got sick.

Apparently, eating that amount after a few days of fasting was
not the best idea. In the distance, at the edge of the garden,
I saw a sofa with white pillows and a canopy spread over it. It
will be a perfect place to wait for indigestion, I judged and
proceeded in that direction, putting the rest of the unheated
press under my arm.
I took off my shoes and entered the fluffy center of the wooden
square, throwing the newspaper beside. I feel comfortable. The
view was stunning: small boats in the sea waved at their slow
pace, somewhere in the distance the motorboat was pulling a
large parachute with steam, blue water begged to pierce it, and
the monumental rocks promised wonderful views for diving
lovers. A pleasant and fresh wind blew from the sea, and the
sugar that grew in my body made me sink deeper and deeper into
the soft soil.
A pleasant and fresh wind blew from the sea, and the
sugar that grew in my body made me sink deeper and
deeper into the soft soil

"Did you see yourself sleeping the next day?"
He woke up to calm me to a whisper of a bright accent. I

opened my eyes, Massimo sat on the edge of the sofa and looked
at me gently.
"I missed you," he said, taking my hand to his mouth and

kissing it gently.
"Never in my life have I said this to anyone, because I can't

feel it. The whole day I was thinking about where you are, and
I had to go back."
Partly stunned by the nap, I lazily stretched, flexing myself

in a light dress that betrayed my forms. Massimo got up and
stood beside me. His eyes shone with wild and animal dominance
again.
"Will you not do that?" He asked, giving me a warning look.
"If someone provokes, it is said that their actions can be

effective."
Seeing his eyes, I jumped up and stood in front of him. I
couldn't even reach his chin without shoes.
"Simply a drag, and a natural reflex after waking up, but if it

bothers you, of course I won't do it again in your presence." I
said, looking offended.
"I think you know what you're doing, little." said Massimo,
lifting my chin with his thumb.
"But since you already got up, then we can go. You have to buy
some things before you leave."
"Leaving? Is this somewhere I choose?" I asked, crossing my

hands over my chest.
"Yes, and so do I. I have some things to do on the continent

and you are going to accompany me. Lastly, I just have three
hundred fifty-nine days."
Massimo was clearly amused, his carefree mood spreading quickly

to me. We came face to face like two teenagers flirting in the
school playground. Tension, fear and desire flowed between us.
It seemed to me that we were both feeling the same emotions,
with the only difference that we were probably afraid of
completely different things.
Massimo kept his hands in the pockets of his dark pants loose,
his unfastened mid-shirts of the same color showed little
Italian on the chest. He looked appetizing and sentimental,
when the wind blew his groomed-well hair. The next time I shook
my head, throwing it inappropriate in my opinion, thinking.
"I would like to talk," I said quietly.
"I know, but not now. It's time for dinner, you have to hold
on. Come on." and grabbed my hand on the wrist, took the grass
from my shoes and walked towards the house.
We passed a long corridor and found ourselves at the entrance

to the garage. I stayed on the stone surface as if it had grown
on the floor. For known me more sight of the horror of the
night before returned. Massimo felt like my wrist was making it
soft and flabby. He took me in his arms and stuck to the parked
a few meters away, a black SUV. He blinked his eyes nervously,
trying to catch the focus and try to get rid of the posadelo
that all the time, like playing a scroll film for me in my
head.
"If every time you try to leave the house, you want to lose
consciousness, I have to forge and change the entire driveway."
he said calmly, holding his fingers to my wrist and looking at
the clock.
"You're heart is jumping, so try to calm down, because

otherwise I will have to give you drugs again, and we both know
that you will sleep after taking them a couple of hours."
He grabbed me and sat me on his lap. He hugged my head in his
cage, tangled his fingers in my hair and started rhythmically,
shaking his head slightly.
"When I was little, my mom did this. In most cases it help." he

said in a gentle tone, stroking my head.
He was full of contradictions. A sensitive barbarian - the

sentence perfectly dimples him. Dangerous, not opposite,
imperious, but loving and kind. The combination of all these
resources scared, fascinated and intrigued me at the same time.
He said something to the driver in Italian and pressed a button

on the panel next to him, which caused the window in front of
us to close, ensuring privacy. The car started and Massimo
continued to stroke my hair. After a while I was completely
calm and my heart was beating rhythmically and steadily.
"Thank you." I whispered, sliding off his lap and sitting down
next to him.
To avoid his penetrating gaze, I looked out the

window and realized that we were going up the hill all
the time
To avoid his penetrating gaze, I looked out the window and

realized that we were going up the hill all the time. I looked
up and saw a beautiful view stretching over our heads. A city
on the rocks, I thought I saw it before.
"Where exactly are we?" I asked.
"The village is on the slopes of Taormina, and we are

going to the city
"The village is on the slopes of Taormina, and we are going to

the city. I think you will like it." he said without taking his
eyes off the glass.
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Giardini Naxos, where I came with Martin, was just a few

kilometers from Taormina, visible from almost anywhere in the
city. The city on the rock was one of the points of our tour
together. What if Martin, Michal and Karolina follow the plan?
Will we get to them? I squirmed uncomfortably in the seat,
which Massimo noticed. As if reading my mind, he said:
"He flew to the island yesterday."
How did he know that I was thinking about it? I look at him
confusedly, but he didn't even notice me.
When we arrived, the sun was slowly setting and thousands of

tourists and residents came out on the streets of Taormina. The
city was full of life, narrow and picturesque streets tempted
with hundreds of cafes and restaurants. Expensive store signs
were smiling at me. Exclusive brands in such a place. There
were no such boutiques in the center of Warsaw. The car
stopped, the driver got out and opened the door, Massimo gave
me a hand and helped me stepping out of the car because the SUV
is very tall for me. After a while, I realized that we were
accompanied by another car, from which two large men dressed in
black came out. Massimo took my hand and took me to one of the
main streets. His men followed us at a distance that was not
meant to draw much attention. It seemed quite grotesque - if
they didn't want to be remarkable, they should wear shorts and
flip flops, not the gravedigger's clothes. It's just that it
would be difficult to hide a gun in beachwear.
The first store we visited was the Roberto Cavalli boutique.
When he crossed the threshold, the saleswoman threw herself at
us, warmly greeted my companion and soon after me. With elegant
installations, an older man came and gave Massimo two kisses on
the cheek, saying something in Italian to him, when he turned
to my side.
"Bella." he said, grabbing me by the hands.
It was one of the few words in Italian that I understood. I

smiled brightly at him in thanks for the compliment.
"My name is Antonio and I will help you choose the right
wardrobe.", He started in fluent English.
"Size 36, I think?" He studied me.
"Sometimes 34, it depends on the size of the bra. As you can

see, nature did not give me generously." I said, pointing with
a laugh in his chest.
"Oh, darling!" Antonio exclaimed.
"Roberto Cavalli loves these shapes. We are going to let

Massimo rest and wait for the effects."
Massimo sat on the sofa made of silver material similar to
satin. Before his buttocks touched the pillows, a bottle of
perignon from the cold house was already waiting beside him,
and one of the grateful saleswomen filled the bucket. Massimo
shot me a lascivious look after he covered himself with the
newspaper. Antonio brought dozens of dresses for a fitting,
which after his turn to put me on, looking happy. With price
tags with subsequent creative values flew before your eyes. I
could easily buy an apartment in Warsaw from the pile he
prepared for me. After more than an hour, I chose some
creations that were packed in beautiful decorative boxes.
In different stores, the situation was the same: warm, euphoric

welcome and endless shopping ... Prada, Louis Vuitton, Chanel,
Louboutin, ending with Victoria Secret.
Every time, Massimo would sit and leaf through the press, talk
on the phone, or check something on the iPad. He wasn't
interested on me at all. We're distanced like one side and the
other. I was upset and I didn't understand: this morning he
couldn't get away from me and now, when he has the opportunity
to assist me in each of these wonderful creations, he doesn't
feel like doing it.
I definitely lost my vivid image as the Pretty Woman - I served

him several hot incarnations for i thought of he'll be as my
excited fan.
Victoria's Secret welcomed us with pink color everywhere: on

the walls, sofas, vendors, I had the impression that it falls
on the machine with cotton candy and vomit in a moment. Massimo
looked at me, pulling the phone from his ear.
"This is the last store, we don't have any more time. Take this
into account with your choices and needs." he said casually,
when he turned around, sat on the sofa and started talking
again.
I shivered and looked at him disapprovingly. It wasn't about

the end of this crazy race, because I already had enough, but
about the way he treated me.
"Signora."
Turned to me as a friendly saleswoman and gestured to the

dressing room. When I entered the room, I saw a large pile of
bathing suits and underwear.
"You don't have to try everything. Please just put on a set, I

am sure the size of what you chose is appropriate." she said,
and disappeared behind a rose drawing the heavy curtain.
What about me wearing pants? I think that not enough life has
existed. In front of me, in the armchair, there was a mountain
of colorful fabrics, mainly lace. I leaned behind the curtain
and asked:
"Who chose everything?"

In my view, she got up and approached.
"Don Massimo had these models from our catalog prepared."
I leaned back and hid behind a curtain.
Turning the pile over, I noticed a pattern: laughing, laughing

fine, thick lace, lace .... and maybe a little cotton.
Wonderful and very comfortable, I mumbled ironically. I chose a
red lace set combined with silk and started slowly removing the
dress to have these accessories on my head. The delicate bra
perfectly matched my small breasts. I discovered with interest
that, although it was not a push-up version, stretched my legs
in half lace strings. When I straightened up and looked in the
mirror, I saw Massimo standing behind me. He was leaning
against the changing room wall, he kept his hands in his
pockets and examined me with his eyes from top to bottom. I
looked up at him, looking at him with an angry look.
I looked up at him, looking at him with an angry

look
"What are you ...." I managed to choke after he grabbed my neck

and pressed me against the mirror.
He clung to me with his whole body and ran his thumb gently
over my lips. I was paralyzed, his body tense blocking all my
movements. He stopped playing with my mouth and stretched his
arm back to the neck. The hug wasn't strong, it didn't have to
be, it was just to show me his dominance.
"Don't move." he said, pinning me out of the cold, wild eyes.

He looked down and groaned softly.
"You look beautiful," he whispered through his teeth.
"But you can't use it yet."

The word "you can't" in his mouth was like an incentive, like a
provocation, to do just the opposite. I pulled my buttocks out
of the cold mirror and began to take the first step slowly.
Massimo did not object, he moved away at the pace at which I
was walking, keeping myself away from the palm of his hand.
When I was sure I was so far from the mirror that he could see
me completely, I looked at him. As I thought, his gaze was
pinned on my reflection. He was looking at his prey and I saw
his pants getting too tight, loud to breathe, and his chest
rose to an acceleration of the rhythm.
"Massimo," I said softly.
He looked away from my buttocks and looked into my eyes.
"Get out or I guarantee you, this is the first and last time
you witness my body." He snorted, trying to make a threatening
face.
Massimo smiled, treating my words as a challenge. His hand

tightened on my neck. His eyes flashed - with angry desire, he
stepped forward, then again and again my body clinging to a
cold mirror. So he released my neck and said calmly:
"I chose everything and I will decide when I will see
it" after which he left

"I chose everything and I will decide when I will see it" after
which he left.
I stood there for a moment, angry and happy at the same time.
Slowly, I started to understand the rules of this game and
learned about the sensitive points of the guide.
When I put on my dress, the anger was still in me. I took the
prepared blouse and left the dressing room with it. The
saleswoman jumped, but I passed it over regardless. I saw
Massimo sitting on the sofa. I came and threw everything in my
hands at him.
"You chose, please !!! Everything is yours!"
I screamed and ran out of the store. The security guards who
waited outside the store didn't even cringe when I passed them.
They just looked at Massimo and stayed where they were. I ran
through the crowded streets, asking what I'm going to do and
what is going on. I saw the stairs between the two buildings, I
turned and ran after them, I turned again on the first street I
found and after a while I saw another staircase. I climbed up
more and more, until the moment until I found out two blocks
from the place where I escaped. I leaned against the wall,
panting with the effort. Even shoes may have been beautiful,
but they were definitely not made for marathon. I looked at the
sky, at the castle that overlooked Taormina. Damn, I can't
stand a year like that, I thought.
"It used to be a fortress." I listened.
"Do you want to run there or save the boys from this effort?
They don't have the same condition as me."
I turned my head. Massimo was on the stairs, you can see he was
running because he had hair standing on end, but he was not
panting - unlike me. He leaned against the wall and casually
put his hands in his pants pockets.
"We have to go back. If you want to exercise, there is a gym
and a swimming pool at home. And if you feel like marathons on
the stairs, the house will be a lot for you."
I knew that I have no choice, I had to come back with him, but
even for a moment I felt that I was doing what I want. He
extended his hand to me, I ignored it and went downstairs,
where two men in black suits were standing. I passed them with
my face full of disapproval and went to the SUV parked beside
him. I got to the center and slammed the door.
It took a moment before Massimo joined me. He sat in the chair

next to the phone in his ear and even for the time parked in
the driveway he led the conversation. I have no idea what that
was about, because I can only undertand a few Italian words.
His tone was calm and practical, he listened a lot, spoke
little and I couldn't deduce anything from his body language.
We stopped outside the house, took the door handle, but the
door was closed. Massimo ended the conversation, put the phone
in the inside pocket of his jacket and looked at me.
"Dinner will be in an hour. Domenico will come to you."
The car door opened and I saw a young Italian man who reached
out to help me. I gave it ostensibly, smiling radiantly at him.
I ran to the building without looking at the place that had
been the worst nightmare for me since last night. Domenico
followed me.
"To the right." he said quietly when I entered the wrong door.
I looked at him, thanks for the tip, and the moment I'm in the
room where I was kept. The young Italian was standing at the
door, as if he were waiting for permission to enter.
"In a moment they will bring all the items purchased today. Do
you need anything else?" he asked.
"Yes, I would have a drink before dinner. I don't think I will

be?"
The Italian smiled and nodded knowingly, then disappeared into

the darkness of the corridor.
I went into the bathroom, took off my dress and closed the
door. I stayed in the shower and turned on the cold water.
Barely sucking in the air, it was really cold, but the moment
was a pleasant one. I had to calm down. When the icy flow
cooled the emotions, I changed the temperature slightly. I
washed my hair, applied the conditioner and sat against the
wall. The water was pleasantly warm, flew through the windows
and had a calming effect on me. I had a moment to think about
the situation that happened in the morning and what happened at
the store. I was confused. Massimo was so complicated every
time. He's unpredictable. It slowly occurred to me that if I
didn't accept the situation and didn't start living normally, I
would get tired.
It occurred to me then. So the truth is not what I had to fight
and run away from you. In Warsaw there is no longer any waiting
for me, he did nothing to lose, because all I had was gone.
Now, I could have just been taking part in the adventure, which
prepared me a lot. Time to accept the situation, Laura, I said
to myself, after being stood up.
I washed my hair and wrapped it in a towel, put on my clothes

and left the bathroom.
Dozens of boxes filled the room, and joy enveloped me. One day
I cut myself off for those purchases and now I was going to
enjoy them. I had a plan.
I looked for the bag with the Victoria Secret logo, dug in
dozens of sets, and I found this red tie. With laminated boxes
pulling short black transparent dress, and the next set to set
Louboutin pins. Yes, this scenario was something that Massimo
would not survive. I went to the vanity in the bathroom, along
the path, picking up a bottle of champagne that was on the
table by the fireplace. I poured myself a glass and emptied it
out with a sigh - I needed courage. I put another one on, sat
down in front of the mirror and picked up my cosmetics.
When I finished, my eyes were heavily scratched, perfectly

covered in primer complexion and lips glittered with fleshy
Chanel lipstick. I dried my hair, curled it slightly, and held
it in a high bun.
I dried my hair, curled it slightly, and held it in
a high bun

Domenico's voice came from the room.
"Miss Laura, dinner is already waiting."
Wearing my panties, I shouted through the open door:
"Give me two minutes and I'll be ready."

I put on a dress, slid her high stilettos and I abundantly
missed the contents of the beloved perfume bottle. I stood in
front of the mirror and nodded with satisfaction. I looked
divine, the dress was perfect and the translucent red lace
matches perfectly with the red soles of the shoes. I looked
elegant and provocative. I finished my third glass of shiny
liquid. I was ready and slightly inserted.
When he comes out of the bathroom, Dominico's eyes widen when

he sees me.
"You look like ..." He paused looking for the appropriate

words.
"Yes, I know, thanks." I replied and smiled flirtatiously.
"These heels are divine." he said almost in a whisper and gave

me the arm. I picked them up and allowed myself to be led down
the hall.
We went to the terrace where I had breakfast today. A canvas

roof gazebo was lit by hundreds of candles. Massimo's already
back, looking away. I released the young Italian's shoulder.
"I'll go alone."
Domenico disappeared and I walked towards Massimo.
He turned to the sound of pins on the stone floor. He was

dressed in gray linen pants and a light sweater of the same
color with pulled up sleeves. He came to the table and dropped
the glass he was holding. He watched all my steps as I
approached him, looking at me. When I stopped in front of him,
he leaned against the table and parted my legs slightly. I
stayed among them, yes, without taking my eyes off him. He was
on fire, even if I was blind, I would feel his desire through
my skin.
"Are you spilling me?" I asked quietly, biting my bottom lip.
Massimo straightened up to show me that, even in high heels, I

am still much shorter than him.
"Are you aware," he started in a whisper,

"that if you provoke me, I can't control myself?
"Are you aware," he started in a whisper,"that if you

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I rested my hand on his hard chest and gently pushed him away,
giving him a clear sign to sit. He couldn't resist doing what I
wanted. He looked curious and ardent - in my face, in the
dress, in the shoes and, above all, in the red lace, which
definitely dominated today's clothes.
I stayed too close to him so he couldn't smell my perfume. I

put my right hand in his hair and gently pulled his head down.
He relented without taking his eyes off me. I brought my lips
closer to his and once again asked quietly:
"Lay me down if I deal with it?
After a moment of silence, I let go of his hair, take the

bottle and poured myself a glass. Massimo was still sitting at
the table and assessing me, his lips forming a smile. I sat at
the table playing with the glass' leg.
"Eat?" I asked, giving him a bored look.
He got up, came over to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

He leaned over, took a deep breath and whispered:
"You are wonderful." He brushed the tip of my ear with his

tongue.
"I don't remember any woman affected me like that." his teeth
ran smoothly over the skin on my neck.
A chill ran through my body, the beginning of which was born

between my legs.
"I want to put your belly on the table, take this short dress
and blow it without taking off your panties.
I took a deep breath, feeling the emotion building inside me.

He continued.
"I could smell you when you were at the door. I would like to
lick it from you."
Saying that, he started to tighten his arms rhythmically and

firmly on my arms.
"There is a place in your body where you cannot feel it now. I

would not like to find the most."
He interrupted his sensual argument and started to kiss softly

and bite my neck again. I didn't object, I just turned my head
to the side to have better access. His hands slowly slid down
my neckline and after a while he gripped my breasts tightly. I
groaned.
"Now, you see what I want, Laura." I felt his hands and mouth
disappear.
"Remember that it's my game, I decide the rules." He kissed me

on the cheek and sat in the next chair.
I pretended to be indifferent to the whole situation, but it

just amused my partner. He was sitting playing with a glass of
champagne with a smirk on his face.
Domenico came to the door, only to disappear a moment later,

two young men served to us on the plates. The octopus carpaccio
was delicious and delicate, and the next dishes served at the
table were improving. We eat in silence, looking at each other
from time to time. After dessert, I pulled myself up from the
chair, took my hand with a glass of rose wine and a voice
started:
"Cosa nostra."
Massimo gave me a warning look.
"As far as I know, it doesn't exist. The truth?" He laughed

with a sneer and asked for a low voice:
"And what else do you know, dear?
Disoriented, I started to turn the glass over on my fingers.
"Well, well, Godfather, I think everyone has seen it. I wonder

how much and the truth is about you."
"About Us." He asked in surprise. "There is nothing about me as

for the rest." he doesn't have a clue. He was making fun of me.
I felt it, so I asked directly:
"What do you do?"
"I'm doing business."
"Massimo." - I did not give up.
"I ask seriously. Do you expect that part of my annual

declaration is obedience and I don't think you should know what
to write?!"
His expression was serious. Cold eyes looked at me.
Cold eyes looked at me

"You have a right to expect an explanation, and I will give you
so much, if you need it." He took a sip of wine.
"After the death of my parents, I was elected as the head of

the family, which is why people turn to dress me. I have
several companies, clubs, restaurants, hotels - and as a
company whose president is me. The whole is part of greater
activity. If you want a complete inventory, you can get it, but
I think detailed knowledge would be unnecessary and dangerous.
" He looked up at me, angry and serious eyes.
"I don't know what knowledge you need more. What to know if I
have my consigliere? Yes, I think you'll find it soon. If asked
if I had a gun, if I was dangerous and if I solved my problems
myself, you already know last night. I don't know what else you
want to know, ask. "
I had a million thoughts in my head but I didn't need to know

anything else. The situation has been clear for some time, in
fact I have known everything since last night.
"When are you going to give me back the phone and laptop?"
Massimo silently turned in his chair and bent his leg at the
knee.
"Whenever you want, dear. We just need to determine what you

say to the people you want to contact."
I recovered my breath to say something, but he raised his hand,

not letting it begin.
"Before you interrupt me, I will tell you what it is like. Call
your parents, and if it is necessary, in your opinion, you
refer to the Poles."
With those words, my eyes lit up and joy appeared on my face.
"You tell them that you received a very lucrative proposal for
the job in one of the hotels in Sicily and intend to use it.
The contract will include the annual trial period. Thanks to
that, you will not have to lie to your loved ones my dear when
you want to get in touch with them. With Martin's apartment his
things were taken before he even went back to Warsaw. Tomorrow
he must be on the island. About this man that I am much closed
to."
I looked at him questioningly.
"If I have not clarified myself, perhaps I can clarify: I

forbid you to contact this man." he said firmly.
"Something more?"
I was silent for a moment. He thought of everything. The

situation was well planned and logical.
"Well, if I need to visit my family?" I continued.
"The one then?" Massimo frowned.
"Well, well ... I will know closer to your beautiful country."
I laughed, drinking my wine before. I can already see the head

of the mafia family arriving in Warsaw.
"Do I have the right to disagree with you?" I asked

inquisitively.
"Unfortunately, this is not a proposal, but a description of

the situation that will occur."
He leaned towards me.
"Laura, are you so smart, you still haven't understand me that

I always get what I want?"
I shuddered, remembering thoe's events.
"With that, what I know, Don Massimo, not always." He looked

down at the red lace that protruded from under my dress, and I
bit my lip.
I slowly got up from the chair. Massimo watched all my

movements. I took off the wonderful red-soled shoes and went to
the garden. The grass was damp and the air tasted like salt. I
knew he could not resist the temptation and go for me. After a
moment so as to happen. I walked in the darkness, seeing only
the light on the distance, boats swinging out to sea. I pulled
it out when I got to the square sofa with a canopy, in which
during the day I cut a nap.
"Well, do you like it here?" Asked Massimo, standing beside me.
In fact, he was right, I don't feel like a stranger here, and

again, I feel like I've been here forever. In addition, which
girl would not like to be in a beautiful village, with service,
and all comforts.
"Slowly I accept the situation, get used to it, because I know

I have no way out." I said, taking a sip from the glass.
Massimo took the glass in my hand and threw it on the grass. He

took me in the arms and laid me down gently on white pillows.
My breathing quickened because I knew I could expect absolutely
everything. He threw a leg over me and we lay down again like
this morning. The difference was that, at the time, I was
afraid and at the moment, all I felt was curiosity and emotion.
Perhaps it was the wine consumed me, and perhaps after just
being reconciled with the situation and everything was even
easier.
Massimo holding hands on both sides of my head, leaned over me.
"I would like ..." he whispered, poking my nose on my lips -

"you to teach me to be gentle with you."
I froze. A man so dangerous, powerful and imperious asked me

for permission, a sensory lust and love.
My hands went to his face and stopped on his cheek. For a

moment I held up to be able to look into his black and peaceful
eyes. Smooth movement pulled me to himself.
When our mouth met, Massimo rubbed me with all his strength,
firmly and avidly opened them more and more. Our tongues
twitched at a pace. His body sank into me, and arms intertwined
around my shoulders. We could definitely feel that I like it so
much, tongue and lips together, firmly and passionately,
showing almost identical to our sexual fear.
After a while, when the adrenaline was gone and I calmed down a
little, I realized what I was doing.
"Wait, stop it." I said, pushing him away.
Massimo was not going to stop. He grabbed me firmly by the

wrists I waved and pressed them against a white mattress. He
raised my hands and grabbed both hands. The other one went up
my thigh, going up until it went to the lace of my panties. He
grabbed them, pulling his lips away from mine. The pale light
of distant lanterns illuminated my terrified face. I didn't
fight him, I didn't have a chance. I was quiet and tears
streamed down my face. Seeing this, he released my hands, got
up and sat down, resting his feet on the wet grass.
"Little ..." he whispered heavily. "When all your life you use
only violence and everything you have to fight for, it is
difficult to react differently when someone takes the pleasure
you want."
He stood up and ran a hand through his hair, but I didn't move,
still lying on my back. I was furious and very sorry. Massimo.
I had the impersonation that he is one of those men who
tortures the best and takes them by force. To him, this type of
behavior appeared to be normal. Strong touch, because as I
would have called it, it was as obvious to him as shaking
hands. Probably never to anyone that he didn't care, he doesn't
have to try and care about anyone's feelings. Now he wanted to
impose reciprocity on women, and the only way he could do it
was to squeeze.
The sound of the cell phone vibrating in his pants pulled us

out of the terrifying silence. Massimo picked up the phone,
looked at the screen and answered it. When he was speaking, I
wiped my eyes and got up from the sofa. I walked calmly towards
the house. I was tired, a little drunk and completely confused.
It took me a while, but finally I got to the room and
exhausted, fell on the bed. I don't even know that I fell
asleep.
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I woke up and it's morning. I felt a heavy hand on my waist.

Curled up next to him, Massimo was sleeping, hugging me around
the waist.
His face was covered with hair, his lips slightly parted. He
inhaled slowly and steadily, and his tanned body, dressed
identically the previous morning, looked extraordinarily
impersive against the white linen backdrop. Oh God, how
delicious he is, I thought, licking my lips and blowing the
scent of his skin.
Everything is wonderful, but what is he doing here? I was

afraid to move so, not to wake him and I had to go to the
bathroom. I started to slide out from under his hand, lifting
gently. Massimo took a deep breath and turned on his back; he
was still sleeping. I washed myself off the bed and went to the
bathroom door. When I was in front of a mirror I even shuddered
to be in his view. Indelible makeup took the form of Zorro's
mask, my narrow dress and everywhere and elaborated bun that
looked like a bird's nest.
"Sweet," I hissed through my teeth and started cleaning the

black spots around my eyes with a cotton swab. When I finished,
I stripped off and went to the big shower. I turned on the
water and poured a little bit of soap on my hand. At this
moment, the door opened and Massimo is there. He looked at me
without the slightest embarrassment.
"Good morning, baby, can I join?
He asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes and smiling happily. In the

first Moment I wanted to approach him, I hit him. But, with the
experience gained over the past few days, I knew that nothing
is not possible, and the answer will be an abrupt and
unpleasant one for me. So I replied without emotion, spreading
the soap over my body:
"Sure, let's go."
Massimo stopped wiping his eyes, narrowed them and was dead. He
probably wasn't sure what he was hearing and he certainly
wasn't prepared for it.
I couldn't change the fact that he came in and saw me

naked, but at least I could look at him without clothes
I couldn't change the fact that he came in and saw me naked,

but at least I could look at him without clothes.
Massimo walked slowly over to the shower cubicle, which I

should have called the bathroom, grabbed the back of his shirt
and pulled it over his head with a movement. I was leaning
against the wall, slowly applying another portion of white gel
on my body. Didn't keep my eyes on Massimo.
"Before I take off my pants, I must warn you that I'm a naughty
guy, and here you are in the morning naked, so ...." Here he
stopped and shrugged nonchalantly, arching his lips in a sly
smile.
With those words, my heart burned in my throat. I thanked God

for being in the shower, because that information made me feel
wet in a second. When was the last time I had sex? I thought.
Martin treated this more as sporadic coercion, so for several
weeks, I did not feel the pleasure of anyone other than me. And
for that, I think ovulation was approaching and hormones were
gaining my libido. What torture, I muttered under my breath
and, turning to the shower, I turned the taps on so that the
water would be cold.
With the exciting moment to see for a while it in all its glory
even fingers and the muscles in my body is involuntarily tense.
For my own sake and safety, I closed my eyes and slipped under
cold water, pretending to rinse my skin with soap.
Unfortunately, this time the temperature didn't help, and the
water gave me only a year old.
Unfortunately, this time the temperature didn't

help, and the water gave me only a year old

Massimo went into the cabin and turned the shower on to his
lade. In total, in the separate space behind the glass, there
were four rain showers and a huge panel for massage with water,
which looked like a bathroom radiator with holes.
"Let's go today," began Massimo calmly.
"We won't be here in a few days, maybe a dozen, I still don't

know that. We will have to visit some official events, so take
this into consideration when packing. Domenico will prepare
everything, everything you need to do."
I heard what he said, but it seemed that I didn't care. I tried

not to open my eyes at all, but curiosity won over me. I turned
my head and saw Massimo leaning against the wall with both
hands, letting the water run down his body. The view was
immersive - his slender, bare legs turned into beautifully
sculpted buttocks and his abdominal muscles testified to the
tremendous amount of work he did to maintain his shape. At that
moment, my eyes stopped wandering, stopping at one point. The
image I feared the most appeared. His beautiful, uninformed and
extremely thick stick jutted out like a candle stuck to the
cake at the hotel for my birthday. It was perfect, not too
long, but thick almost like my wrist, perfect. I stayed there
in streams of cold water and swallowed. Massimo's eyes were
still closed and his face was exposed to falling drops. He
gently turned his head to the side, so that the water would
fall evenly on his hair.
Bent straight before hand and he leaned against his elbow to

the wall, so that his head was already beyond the stream.
"Do you want something from me or just watching?" He asked with
his eyes still closed.
My heart was pounding and I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Mentally damned moment when I let him come under the bloody
shower - although maybe my opposition is too little for change.
My body was against me, each cell wanted to touch it. I licked
my lips at the thought of holding it in my mouth.
Before my eyes, I had a photo when I was behind him, all

dripping with water, and I strongly grab his manhood. I slowly
press my fingers against it and he groans, encouraged by my
touch. I turn it over and lean it against the wall. I'm
approaching him, not letting go of his stiff hand. I slowly
lick his nipples and slowly move making this getting harder and
come out like his hips to find my movements.
"Your look, Laura, indicates that you don't think about the
creations you need to make." I shook her head, as if I had just
woken up and wanted to chase off sleep.
Massimo stayed in the same position, his elbows leaning against

the wall. With this, however, the difference, which now seemed
to me INTO my eyes. I panicked. I was not in a resolutely
reporting state, because the only thing I thought of was to
suck him. My panic called him like a wounded animal from a
predator.
Massimo approached me and I tried to look him in the eye. The
path for me took him about three steps, which definitely
pleased me, because thanks to him the object of my interest
disappeared from view. Unfortunately, my relief did not last
long, because when he faced me, if I speak I still protrude
gently, he brushed my stomach. I walked away and he followed
me. After my two steps, he made one, which was enough to get
him closer. Although the cabin was gigantic, I knew that at
some point we would be out of space. When I leaned against the
wall, Massimo almost stuck to me with his body.
When I leaned against the wall, Massimo almost stuck

to me with his body

"What were you thinking about it?" He asked, leaning out in
front of me.
"You want to touch it, because for now he is touching you."
I couldn't say a word, I opened my mouth, but the sounds didn't

want to come out of them. I was helpless, stunned and
overwhelmed with lust, and he rubbed against me, pressing
harder against my stomach. His pressure became rhythmic and
pulsating movements. Massimo groaned and leaned his forehead
against the wall behind me.
"I will do this without your help." he breathed over my head.
I couldn't stop anymore and grabbed my hands on

Massimo's hard buttocks
I couldn't stop anymore and grabbed my hands on Massimo's hard

buttocks. When I stuck my nails in, a low moan escaped in him.
I turned a decisive move up and leaned him against

the wall

I turned a decisive move up and leaned him against the wall.

His hands pleaded limp along his body, his eyes burning on me
with desire. I knew that if it doesn't break now, for the
moment, I won't be able to control the situation and happen for
something that shouldn't be.
I turned and the moment marched through the cabin and the
bathroom. I grabbed the clothes hanging by the door and ran
over the threshold and threw myself. I was running down the
hall, although I couldn't hear footsteps behind me. I pulled up
only when I passed the garden, stairs, and found myself at the
marina. Breathlessly, I ran on board the motorboat and sank
into one of the sofas.
Trying to catch my breath, I analyzed the situation, but the

images in my head did not let me think logically. Before my
eyes, like a stuttering film, there was a wonderful Massimo's
penis. I could almost taste it in my mouth and touch the
delicate skin with my hand.
I don't know how much time I spent looking at the water, but in
the end I felt that I would get up and go back to the mansion.
When I carefully opened my bedroom door, I found Domenico

inside, opening LV's large suitcases.
"Where's Don Massimo at?" I almost whispered my head between
the door and the door frame.
The young Italian looked at me and smiled.
"I think he's in the library. Do you want to go to him? Now,

speaking to your consigliere, but I order that for every time
when I will feel that you need to take this to Don Massimo."
I went in and closed the door.
"Oh, I definitely don't want to." I replied, waving my hands.
"Did he tell you to fix me up?"
Domenico continued to unfold his bags.
"In an hour you should declare the vacation, in a way very

useful for your, unless you doesn't want to?"
"Stop talking to me and I'm nervous, otherwise, we are probably

the same age, so you don't have to be formal."
Domenico smiled and nodded, signaling that he agreed with my
suggestion.
"And maybe you can tell me where we are going?" I asked.
"For Naples, Rome and Venice." he replied.
"Later to the Cote d'Azur."
I opened my eyes wide with surprise. All my life I haven't

visited as much as Massimo planned to show me in the next few
days.
"Do you know the purpose of each of our visits?" I asked. I

would like to know what to take.
Domenico stopped folding his bags and went to the wardrobe.
"Basically yes, but I shouldn't inform you about it. Don

Massimo whatever you explain, I only help you pack suitable
clothes, don't be afraid." He winked at me consciously. Fashion
is my horse.
"If so, I will trust you one hundred percent. Since I have less
than an hour to prepare, I would like to start."
Domenico nodded and disappeared into the abyss of the great

wardrobe.
I went to the bathroom, which still smelled of desire. Ate

squeezed me in the stomach. Don't take it anymore, I thought. I
went back to the room, went through it, I went to the dressing
room and I turned out to Domenico:
"And has my house stuff in Warsaw arrived yet?"
The man opened one of the large wardrobes and pointed to the
boxes.
"Yes, but Don Massimo said that they shouldn't be touched."
Well, I thought.
"Can you leave me alone for a moment?"
Before I could turn to look at him, I was alone in the middle

of the room.
I threw out the excavation in search of one of the only thing I
was interested in - my pink colleague with three mounts. When,
after a good room and going through dozens of boxes, I finally
had it in my hands, I breathed a sigh of relief. I put it in my
clothes pocket and went to the bathroom.
Domenico was standing on the porch, waiting for my signal.

Running across the room, I nodded and he returned to the place
I was leaving.
I took the rose out of my pocket and washed it well. Until I

groaned at the sight of him - he was at the moment my best
friend. I looked out of the bathroom, looking for a place. I
liked to masturbate, lying comfortably, I couldn't do it in a
hurry or in a balanced position. A room would be better, but
the presence of my attendant worked for me diffusely. In the
corner of the bathroom, next to the dressing table, there was a
modern white leather chaise longue. It won't be the most
comfortable place, but it's hard, I thought. I was so desperate
that for a moment they were on the floor.
The chaise longue was surprisingly smooth and perfectly

adjusted to my height. I untied the suit, which fell on both
sides of my body. I lay naked and thirsty for orgasm. I licked
two fingers and slid them to reduce friction. With surprise, I
found that I was so wet that this action seemed definitely
unnecessary. I turned on the vibrator and slowly slid its end
of the meido into the pulsating interior. As the thicker part
sank deeper and deeper into me, the other end in the shape of a
rabbit slipped into my rear entrance. My body went through a
shudder and I knew that I won't need a lot of time to be
satisfied. The third part of the rubber buddy vibrated harder,
leaning out of my swollen clit. I closed my eyes. I had only
one vision in my head and that was the one I wanted to see now
- Massimo standing in the shower, holding his beautiful cock.
The first orgasm occurred after a few seconds, and the
following orgasm came in waves, with a maximum of half a minute
difference. After a few moments, I was so exhausted that I
barely removed the rose from my body and slid my legs together.
Thirty minutes later, I was in front of the mirror, putting

cosmetics in one of the leather bags. I looked at my
reflection; I was nothing like the woman I was a week ago. My
skin was tanned, looking healthy and fresh. I had my hair tied
in a straight bun, lightly painted eyes and lips outlined with
dark lipstick. During the trip, Domenico chose a Chanel set for
me. Long, lush, light weight off-white pants with a translucent
silk melted and almost monkeyed with a delicate, spilling a
blouse over the thick strips. It was completed with Prada pins
with a small tip.
"Your bags are already packed." said Domenico, handing me the

bag.
"I would like to see Massimo now."
"He hasn't finished the meeting yet, but ....
"Well, it will be over in a moment." I told him when I left the

room.
The library was one of those rooms whose location I remembered.

I started down the hall and the sound of my heels spread across
the stone floor. When I got to the door, I took a deep breath
and grabbed the door handle. I entered and a shiver ran down my
back. I haven't been in this room since the first conversation
with Massimo, right after waking up from a deep sleeep for
several days.
Massimo was sitting on the sofa. He was dressed in a shiny

linen suit and an unbuttoned shirt. Beside him, in the
armchair, was a handsome, gray man who was definitely afraid of
his interlocutor. Typical Italian, I thought, longer hair
combed back, manicured beard. So much in my vision jumped out
of the seats. The first look Massimo gave me was cold, like he
was punishing me for interrupting his meeting. But when his
eyes roamed over my body, as if it softened, if you can charm
like that. He said something to the man without taking his eyes
off me and walked towards me. He came over and leaned over to
kiss me on the cheek.
"No, and I had to live without you." he whispered, introduced

before the kiss.
"I did that, too." I added quietly as his lips parted.
Those words stopped him for a moment. He looked at me with

passion and anger.
He took my hand and took me to his interlocutor.
"Laura, meet Mario, my right hand."

I approached the man to give him a hand, but he grabbed me
gently by the shoulders and kissed me on both cheeks. I was not
yet used to this gesture, in my country only those closest to
me are received with this kiss.
"Consigliere." I said with a smile.
"Mario will be fine. The older man smiled gently.
"Nice to finally see you, alive."
*I'LL BE POSTING AGAIN LATER. THANK YOU."

These words buried me on the floor - like this: alive? Could it
be expected that I did not exist and meet him? My face seemed
to betray terror, because Mario quickly explained what he
meant.
"Your portraits have been all over the house. Hang here for
years, but no one expected and that you really exist. Well, are
you surprised by this story?"
I shrugged helplessly.
"I will not hide that the whole situation is surreal for me and
that impersonates me a little bit. But we all know that I am
not in the state to oppose Don Massimo, so humbly trying to
take each of the more than three hundred and fifty days that I
still have remain."
Massimo laughed.
"With humility ..." he repeated, and turned to the Italian for

his companion, who for a while was as much fun as he is.
"I am happy that I amuses you. So that you can see my absence,
I will wait in the car." I muttered between teeth, giving them
both an ironic smile.
When I turned my back on them and went to the door, Mario
amused said:
"In fact, it is strange that Massimo is not Italian." I ignored

what he said and closed the door behind me.
Before I left I stopped on the sidewalk for the moment. Before

my eyes, I still had a picture of a dead man lying on stone
tiles. I swallowed hard and not looking to the side, headed for
the parked a few meters away from my SUV. The driver opened the
door and offered his hand, I could easily get to the center.
My iPhone was lying on the car seat and a computer beside it. I
hissed at the sight of joy. I pressed a button on the panel
that closed the window between the interior of the car and the
front seats. Thankfully, I called the phone and discovered in
horror dozens of calls from my mother and, surprisingly, even
one from Martin's phone. It is strange and sad to find out
after more than a year, how much someone could have me in the
ass, I thought.
I chose my mother's number. A terrified voice said in the

receiver:
"Honey, to hell, I'm worrying and scared to death." my mom

said, almost crying.
"Mom, you called me yesterday. Relax, nothing happened to me."

Unfortunately, her maternal instinct told her something
completely different, so she wouldn't give up.
"Is everything okay, Laura? Are you back from Sicily already?"
How did I take a deep breath. It was ok well, well ... I

looked at each other, then looked around the back.
"It is very well, mother. Yes, I came back, but I have to

contract something for you." I closed my eyes, praying to the
spirit that drank the hook.
"During my vacation, I received a job offer at one of the best

hotels on the island." My voice betrayed exaggerated
excitement.
"They offered me a one-year contract, which I decided to

accept, which is why I'm getting ready to leave." I paused and
waited for her reaction, but the phone was silent.
"You don't even know how to speak in Italian," she thundered.
"Oh, please, and what does it mean, the whole world speaks
English."
The situation was getting tense and I knew that if we talked a
little, my mother would feel something. To avoid this, I said
briefly:
"When the right time, I'll tell you about everything, and now I
have a whole lot of things to sort out before I leave."
"Well, well, what about Martin?" She asked curiously.

"This workaholic is not from the company." I sighed heavily.
"He betrayed me when we were in Italy. I left him and thanks to

that, I know that this trip is a great and chance of the
destination." I added the most calm and dispassionate tone that
I could express.
"I told you from the start that he's not a guy for you, kid."
Without cleaning. You better not know the current one, I
thought.
"Mama, I have to leave because I am entering the office. Mouth

shut and remember that I love you."
"Take care of yourself, my love."

When I pressed the end button, I sighed with relief. I think it
worked. Now I just need to tell Massimo about the visit to
Poland, which cannot be avoided. At that moment, the car door
opened and Massimo entered with an elegant movement.
He looked at my hand where I was holding the phone.
"Did you talk to your mother?" He asked in an almost loving

voice when the car started.
"Yes, but that doesn't change the fact that it's still a
concern." I said, without taking my eyes off the window.
"Unfortunately, the conversation with her on the phone didn't

work and I had within a few days to show up at the Poland,
especially since she thinks I'm already there." Finally, I
turned my head towards Massimo to see his reaction. He sat on
his side and looked at me.
"I was hoping to do it. So I planned Warsaw will be the end of

our journey. It won't happen as fast as you would like, but I
think more frequent calls will calm your mother down and give
us some time."
Those words made me very happy.

"Thank you, I appreciate that."
Massimo looked at me, then, resting his head on the back of the
chair, sighed.
"I'm not as bad as you think. I don't want to arrest you, or

blackmail, more to the point, or without compulsion with me.
Your eyes looked at me puzzled."
I turned my head towards the window. Would I stay? I repeated

in my mind. Of course not.
Massimo waited a moment for an answer and, without getting it,

he took the iPhone and started reading something on the
internet.
This silence was unbearable, I needed to talk to him a lot

today. Maybe because of the desire, or maybe the morning shower
affected me so much. Without turning my head from the window, I
asked:
"Where are we going now?"
"To Catania airport. If there are no traffic jams out and your
breathing has quickened."
Flying was one of the things I hated the most.
I began to squirm uncomfortably to the chair, and the cold air

conditioning gave me a sudden arctic frost. Nervously rubbing
my hands over my shoulders, wanting to be warm, but the goose
skin does not fade. Massimo looked at me with ice-cold eyes,
which suddenly turned on the fire;
"Why the hell don't you wear a suit?!" He screamed.
I made a crete and looked at him questioningly.
"I can see your nipples."
I looked down and found that, in fact, perhaps they could shine
a little through the delicate silk material. I lowered my wide
shoulder strap and exposed my shoulder. On my tanned body there
was a light beige bra tie.
"It is not my fault that all underwear that I have are with
lace." began dispassionately.
"I do not have a bra, so I'm sorry if my appearance draws your

attention, but I don't have a choice." I looked him in the eye,
waiting for his reaction.
Massimo watched a piece of lace protrude for a moment, then
reached out and slid the broad shoulder from the top down
further. The loose cut of the blouse made it flow over my
shoulder, showing the bust. My companion sat down and absorbed
that vision, and I was not going to bother him. After the
morning meeting with the rose, I had at least the illusory
impression of satisfying and controlling my own head. Massimo
curled one leg and sat on his side. Slowly, he reached out and
put his thumb between the strap tie and my skin. His touch
caused me to shiver again, but this has nothing to do with
flying.
"Is it the cold?" he said.
"If God wanted man to rise from the earth, he would have given
him wings." I said almost in a whisper with my eyes half
closed, which fortunately was not visible under dark glasses.
Massimo's hand was still moving towards my chest; he slowly

moved the loop between his fingers, moving lower and lower.
When he arrived, lust appeared on his face and his eyes burned
with animal lust. I could already see this vision and after a
while I started to run away. But now I had nowhere to run.
Massimo leaned his hand over my chest over and over and came
closer and closer to me. My hips, without knowing it, started
to move a little, and my head fell on the head of the chair
when he kneaded the nipple, rotating it in his fingers. With
his free hand, he grabbed my neck, as if he knew how much time
I spent hanging my hair and how much I hate it. He tilted his
head and grabbed my nipple. He bit it gently through the lace.
"That's mine." he whispered, pulling his lips away for a

moment.
That husky tone and what he said caused a soft moan to escape
my lips.
Massimo put my blouse on my shoulders until it fell at the

waist. He took off the bra and placed his lips on the naked
nipple. Everything pulsed in me, the games in the morning did
nothing, because I was still very horny in it. I imagined how
breaks with my pants, and not letting them completely fuck me
from behind, wiping out on the in lace panties.
"Harder!" I whispered, taking off my dark glasses with my free

hand.
"Bite me harder."
That command was like pressing a red button on your head. My

chest, alternately sucking and biting them. I felt a flood of
me a wave of desire, which for a moment there I based. I pulled
his hair and in which is lips found mine. He was all on fire,
his huge eyes filled the entire irises, which appeared to be
completely black. He was panting in my mouth, trying to catch a
breath.
"No ... don't start something that you can't finish." I said,
licking it gently.
"In a moment I will be so wet that more trips without changing

clothes will be impossible."
With these words, Massimo pushed his hands to the edge of the
chair with such force that the skin under pressure creaked. He
pierced me with wild eyes and I saw him hitting his thoughts.
"The second part of the statement was superfluous." he said,

sitting down in his chair.
"Think about what is happening now and between your legs,

drives me insanity."
I looked at his pants and swallowed. This wonderful eration was

no longer an image for me. I knew exactly how it was his huge
fat cock, which was stuck in his pants. Massimo was pleased to
observe my reaction to what I see. I shook my head to put my
thoughts on the right path and started to get dressed quickly.
He was still watching while I adjusted my heavily wrinkled

clothes. I straightened my hair and put on my glasses. When I
finished, he pulled a black paper bag from the clipboard.
"I have something for you." he said and handed it to me.
Elegant, golden letters on the bag formed the inscription Patek

Philippe. I knew what the company was, so I could expect what I
received. I was also aware of how much it costs to watch this
brand.
"Massimo, I ...." I looked at him questioningly.
"I can't accept this gift."
Massimo laughed out and put on shaded nose shades.
"Baby, it's one of the cheapest gifts you'll get from me. Also,
don't forget that you don't have a choice for several hundred
days. Open."
I knew that this discussion would be useless and that the

resistance could end badly, mainly because I had no escape. I
took a black box and opened it. The watch was wonderful, rose
gold, set with fine diamonds. Perfect.
"Over the past few days, you have not had contact with the
world. I know many that you have taken, but now everything will
slowly recover" he said, putting it on my hand.
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WAIT. HERE'S ONE OF THE INTENSE PARTS OF THE STORY. ENJOY*
We arrived at the airport without any major problems. The

driver opened the door for Massimo while I was stuffing in my
bag, which accidentally fell into place. Massimo came around
the car and opened the door on my side. He behaved gallantly,
and in a linen suit he looked attractive.
When both my feet were on the floor, discreetly towards the

entrance. I looked at him, surprised by the gesture that
reminded me of teenagers. He just smiled a little and, putting
his hand on my back, took me towards the terminal.
I never did the check-in so fast, because it lasted the time

that passed by the building. After leaving the bright runway at
the airport, another car picked us up and took us under the
steps of a small plane. When I was in front of them, I made
myself sick. The plane appeared to be microscopic, like a tube
with wings. I had trouble flying chartered planes, which with
what was in front of me were like David in Goliath.
"Walk up the stairs." I heard behind me.
"Nothing like that, Massimo, I don't got an advice! You didn't

tell me that we'll fly. I'm not going." hysterical and tried to
retreat to the car.
"Laura, don't make scenes, because I will force you in a
moment." he whispered, but I couldn't take a step forward.
Without a moment of thought Massimo took me in the arms and

despite my pleading screaming and waving the arms pressed by
the miniature entrance to the center. He shouted something in
Italian to the pilot at the top of the stairs, who was trying
to greet us, and the aircraft door closed.
I was terrified and my heart was so strong that I couldn't hear

my own thoughts. In the end, my fight took effect and Massimo
took me down.
As soon as my feet touched the floor and he moved away from me,
I gave him a strong slap.
"What the fuck are you thinking! Let me out, I want to go out!"
I screamed in terror after I threw myself towards the door.
Once again he grabbed me and threw me on a light leather sofa

that filled almost every side of the machine. He clung to me
with his body so I wouldn't have a chance to move.
"To hell, Massimo!" With my mouth still undermined the wild

screams and wails.
To gag me, he kissed me, but this time I didn't want to play
and the only one plunged into me hard and I bit him. Massimo
jumped, rocked up, like he wanted to hit me. I closed my eyes
and cringed, waiting for a blow. When I opened it again, I
found that he vigorously unbuttoned the belt of his pants. Oh
God, what does he want to do? I thought. I started to slow down
over the sofa, nervous pushing my heels off the floor. He
continued until he quickly pulled the leather bracelet from the
loops. He calmly took off his jacket and hung it in the smoke
from the armchair that was beside him. He was enraged, his eyes
burning with anger and his rhythmic chin closing.
"Massimo, no, please .... I ..." I was uttering broken words.
"Get up," he said dryly, and when I didn't react, he shouted:
"Get up, to hell! " I jumped in terror.
He came up to me, grabbed my chin with his fingers and lifted

it so he could look me in the eye.
"Now you will choose a punishment, Laura. I warned you not to

do that anymore."
"Extend your hands."
Still looking at his face, I followed the order. He grabbed my

wrists and efficiently tied my hand with strap. When he
finished, he put me in an armchair and fastened me with a seat
belt. After a moment I realized that and the circular plan.
Massimo sat across and looked at me, still seething with anger.
"So you don't have to try, I will tell you what you can
choose." he started slowly, his voice calm.
"Every time you hit me in the face, you show me absolute

disrespect, you insult me, Laura. That's why I want you to see
how I feel. Your punishment will be corporal and I guarantee
that, like me, you will not feel the same way."
The plane took off when I heard those words. When I felt we
were going up, I passed out.
When I woke up, I was lying on the sofa and my hands were still
uncomfortable. Massimo was sitting in the armchair with his leg
on his knee, looking at me and playing with the foot of a
champagne bottle.
"Well then?" He asked dispassionately.
"What do you choose?"
I opened my eyes wide and sat down, looking at him.

"You are kidding, right?" I asked loudly, swallowing.
"Does it look like I'm kidding? Do you, when another one hits
me in the face, treat it like a joke?" He leaned over to me.
"Laura, before our travel time and this time it will be your
punishment. I am fairer towards you than you and me, because I
let you choose." He narrowed his eyes and licked his lips.
"But for the moment, my patience is long and I will do the same
thing as you, which is what I wanted."
"I'm going to hurt you." I said without emotion. "Release my

hands if you want after you just fuck me in the mouth?" I said
sternly.
I couldn't show him my fear, I knew I was just putting pressure

on him to act.
He was like a hunting predator; when he felt blood - he

attacked.
"I expected that answer." he said, standing up and unbuttoning

his pants.
"I am not going to solve it, afraid of what you do and how to
record the next sentence that I would have to come up with."
When he approached me, I closed my eyes. Let it happen and

let's get this over with, I thought. Instead of his phallus, I
felt him lift my body. I opened my eyes. The corridor narrowed
on this part of the plane, so I had to turn on my side to fit.
We entered the dark cabin with the bed.
Massimo lowered me slowly over the soft sheets. He left me and

went to a small room next door. He did, holding a black belt. I
watched his movements and at some point I realized that,
despite the horror I feel, what I do is not for punishment.
Massimo took the belt that held my hands and released it. Then
he threw me on his knees and exchanged hard leather ties for a
soft clothing belt. He finished and I found myself back. I
couldn't move my hands that I was lying on.
He reached for the bedside table hanging beside the bed and
pulled out a blindfold.
I used one in Warsaw when the sun kept me up in the morning.

He leaned over and put a it in my eyes, so that all that was
his black velvet surface.
"Baby, you don't even know how many things I would like to do
with you now." he whispered.
I was completely confused, I didn't know where he was or what

he was doing.
I licked my lips nervously, preparing to accept his manhood.
Suddenly, I felt him unbutton my pants.
"What will you do?" I asked, trying to lower the band from my
eyes, rubbing it with bedding.
"Do you just need my lips for what you want to do?" Massimo
laughed and without leaving me undressing, he whispered:
"Satisfying me will not be a punishment for you, I know you

have felt it since at least this morning. But if I do it for
you, without your participation and control, we are even." and
a finishing motion tore from my pants.
I stayed there, bending my legs as much as possible, even
though I knew I couldn't resist him if he wanted to do
something.
"Massimo, please don't do this." I asked.
He paused, and I felt the mattress I lie on, folded under his
weight.
I didn't know where he was or what he was doing, I could only

hear him. I felt his breath on my cheek and a soft bite on my
earlobe.
"Do not be afraid," he said, sliding his hand between my legs

to spread them.
"I will be kind, I promise."
I squeezed my legs tighter and tighter, moaning softly in

terror.
"Shhhh ...." he whispered.

For the moment, I open my legs and slide a finger at me for a
start.
"Relax." I knew he would do it the way he wanted to, no matter

if it suited me. So, I loosened my embrace.
"Very well, and now unfold for me, wide leg." I did as he
wished.
"You must be polite and do, about what to do, because they I
want to hurt you, baby."
He gently kissed my lips as his hand slowly descended. He took

my face with his other hand and deepened the kiss. I gave up
this and a moment later our tongues danced softly, accelerating
the pace with each second. I wanted it, my lips became more and
more greedy.
"Relax baby, don't go so fast, remember this is a punishment."

he whispered when his hand reached the lace surface of my
panties.
"I love the combination of your body and this delicate

material. Stay still."
His fingers slowly crawled to the most intimate part of my

body. Slowly, the lips in my ear, he examined the first inner
part of my thighs, stroking it gently with two fingers, as he
teased himself off with me. He rubbed my swollen lips, until he
finally slid inside. When I felt his miraculous touch, my back
arched in an arch in my mouth drew a groan of pleasure.
"Don't move and be quiet. You shouldn't make a sound. Do you

understand?"
I nodded consciously. His finger slid until it was deeper,

until in the end it fell out on me. I clenched my teeth to keep
from speaking, and he started a subtle, sensual run on me. His
middle finger slid up and put the front, and his thumb gently
stroked the swollen clitoris. I felt his weight disappear with
me and move to the bottom. Until I stop breathing. His fingers
continued to stroke me when he arrived. Unexpectedly, he took
them away from me and I shivered with dissatisfaction. After a
moment, I felt his breath on the lace of the thongs I was still
wearing.
"I've been dreaming about it since the day I saw you. I wish
you tell me when I started. I want to know if you're okay, tell
me how you like it." he whispered, taking my panties out from
under my ankles.
I squeezed my thighs reflexively, feeling ashamed and ashamed.
"Spread your legs wide!"
I want to see him.

At that point, I understood why he blindfolded me - he wanted
to comfort me in the first close-up. It seemed to me that
Massimo sees less than in reality. It is a little like children
who close their eyes when they are afraid, because they think
that if they cannot see, they cannot be seen either.
I slowly followed his instructions and heard him breathe

loudly. He spread my legs apart more and more, penetrating more
deeply with his eyes in the most intimate place on the body of
all women.
"Lick me." I could not resist.
"Please, Don Massimo!" With those words, he began to

rhythmically rub my clitoris with his thumb.
"You are impatient, unless you like to be punished."
He leaned over and dipped his tongue into my pussy. I dreamed

of grabbing my hair, but my hands tied behind my back prevented
me from doing it. He pressed his tongue hard against me, moving
it dynamically. He tilted my pussy to the side with one hand to
get to the most sensitive spot.
"I want you to come right away, and then I'm going to torment
you with more orgasms - until you beg me to stop and I'm not
going to stop because I want to punish you, Laura."
At that moment, he redeemed my sale.
"I want you to look at me, I want to see your face when you
come."
once again.
He got up and put a pillow under my head. "You must have a good
view," he added.
Massimo between my legs was sexy and scary at the same time. I
never liked it when a man looked at me during an orgasm because
it seemed too intimate for me, but this time I had no choice.
He rubbed his lips on my clit and stuck two fingers in me. I
closed my eyes on the edge of pleasure.
"More difficult," I whispered.
His skillful fist made quick movements, and the tongue

penetrated the most sensitive part of me.
"Fuck it!" I cried in their native language when they came down
the first time. The orgasm was long and powerful, and my entire
body tensed like a rope caught in what he was doing. When I
felt the orgasm disappear, he pressed on my exhausted,
hypersensitive clitoris, taking me to the edge of pain. I broke
my teeth hard and squirmed, squeezing his fingers.
"Excuse me!" I exclaimed after another wave of painful

pleasure.
Massimo slowly reduced the pressure, calmed my body, kissed and

caressed the tender spots with his tongue. My hips fell heavily
on the mattress when it was over. When I was motionless, he
slid his hand under me and with a movement he loosened his
loops so that I could reach. I opened my eyes and looked at
him. He got up quickly from the bed. He reached into the
bedside table drawer and took out a box of wet wipes. He gently
cleaned the places he had just treated so brutally.
"I accept your apology," he said, and disappeared behind the

wall that led to the main cabin.
I was still a moment away, analyzing the situation, but it

hardly occurred to me that only one happened. I knew one thing:
I was so happy and sore as if I had fucked him all night.
When I returned, Massimo was sitting in the armchair, biting

his upper lip. He looked at me.
"My lips smell like your pussy. And now I don't know if this
punishment is for you, or for me."
I sat in the armchair in front of him, apparently indifferent
to what I heard.
"What are our plans today?" I asked, taking a champagne glass

from him.
"You are getting insolent in a charmingly charming way." He

smiled - and helped himself to another.
"I see that the size of the plane doesn't bother you anymore.
I took another sip of champagne. Throughout this situation, I

forgot my fear.
"Excursion in the countryside has definitely changed my

perspective. So what awaits us today?"
"You will learn in your time. I am a little'll work, and you

will touch a mobster woman," he said with youthful amusement on
his face.
At the airport, security was already waiting for us and black

SUV's parked at the exit. One of the men opened the door for me
and closed it when I settled in the chair. Every time I saw
this set of cars, it seemed like it was magical - yes, move the
entire event from one place to another. How are these people
and their cars moving behind Massimo in such a short time? From
my chaotic considerations, probably due to recent orgasms, the
tormentor's voice directed directly to my ear pulled me out.
"I would like to get inside you," he whispered, and his hot
halito - paradoxically - froze me.
"Deep and brutal, I would like to feel your wet pussy

tightening around me."
The words I heard triggered every bit of my wild imagination. I

felt almost physically what he told me. I closed my eyes and
tried to calm the noise of my heart; slowly doing and becoming
less regular. Suddenly hot black breath was, and I heard, as he
says something to the man in the steering wheel. The words
were incomprehensible to me, but after a few seconds, the car
stopped and the driver got out and left us alone.
"Sit in the front passenger seat." he said, piercing me with a

cold, black look. He said those words, sitting without moving,
which he threw me off guard.
"For what?" I asked confused.
There was irritation on Massimo's face, and his jaw began to

tighten rhythmically.
"Laura, the last time I say is the front or the back, while I
exaggerate."
Once again, his tone caused aggression and an overwhelming

desire to oppose him just out of curiosity to see what would
happen next. I already knew that punishing myself was going
very well and involves some kind of coercion, but I wasn't sure
if that coercion was something I didn't like.
"You are giving me instructions like a dog, and I will not be

..."
I held my breath to deliver a litany about his behavior towards

me, but before I could say another word, he was pulling me out
of the car and exaggerating the front of the passenger seat.
Brutally, he flexed my arms behind the back of the chair.
"Dog, not a bitch." he said.
Before I realized what I did, sitting with my hands tied behind

the seat, and in the driver's seat was Massimo. I touched my
loose fingers and out of curiosity, I discovered that there is
a dress strap, which was chained on the plane.
"Do you like tying women?" I asked when he was putting

something on the control panel.
"In your case, it is not a matter of preference, but of
coercion."
He began to drive and the smooth and feminine voice of

navigation began to show him the way.
"My hand and back hurt," I informed him after a few minutes of
walking in an unnatural curved position.
"And I have something completely different for a completely

different reason."
"Do you want to bid?"
I could see that he was angry or frustrated - I still couldn't

guess, but I had no idea how I contributed to it. And
unfortunately, even if I don't want to, it affected me.
"You damn, stubborn, selfish." I murmured in Polish, knowing he

wouldn't understand me.
As the only one I let go of, he paid him like a leaf, which
will gather his gangster tooth from the floor.
Massimo slowed and stopped at traffic lights, then gave me a
cold look.
"Now say it in English," he said through his teeth.
I smiled contemptuously and started to throw himself from the

Polish fluff of plagues and swearing directed at him. He kept
looking at me with growing fury, even after a moment, when the
light was green again, he moved.
"Relieve your pain, or at least," divert his attention - he

said, unbuttoning me with one hand.
After a moment, his left hand rested calmly on the steering

wheel, and his right hand slid under my lace panties. I ended
up and played sitting down, cursing and asking him not to do
it, but it was too late.
"Massimo, I'm sorry!" I screamed, trying to obstruct him with

what he wanted to do.
Nothing hurts, and what I said in Polish ...
"It doesn't interest me anymore, and if you don't shut up, I'll
have to gag you. I would like to hear the navigation, so from
now on you should be quiet."
His hand slowly slid upwards into my pants, and I felt
overwhelmed as I panicked at the same time total and
submissive.
"You promised you would do nothing to me." leaning against the

head of the chair.
Massimo's fingers gently teased my clit, spreading the moisture

that appeared whenever he touched me.
"I don't do anything against you, I want your hands to stop

hurting."
Their emphasis was becoming more and more powerful, and the
circular movements of another time they sent me into the abyss
of their power over me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed what he
was doing. I knew he was acting instinctively, because he had
to divide his attention into two activities: driving a car and
punishing me.
I squirmed in the chair, rhythmically rubbing my hips against

the seat when the car suddenly stopped. I felt his hand leave
the place where it was supposed to stay for about two minutes,
and my ties loosened.
"We're here." he said, turning off the engine.

I looked at him with my eyes almost closed, a voice in my head
screamed, raged and challenged him from the worst. How can you
leave a woman on the brink of pleasure and thus the brink of
despair in a moment? I didn't have to ask the question out
loud, because I knew well what was the reason for Massimo's
action. He wanted to ask me, decided to prove to me how much
that to me, even though I try to rebel against everything he
did.
"It's great." I said, lazily massaging my wrists. Hands hurt me

so terribly, that a little bit isn't crazy. - I hope that, what
hurt you stopped. I played a tease and apologized and shrugged.
It was like pressing a red button. Massimo grabbed me and sat

me up, so that my back was against the steering wheel. He
grabbed my neck tightly and pressed my pussy against his hard
penis. I moaned, feeling it rub against my sensitive, awake
clit.
"It hurts ... me," he said every word, "and that I haven't
reached your mouth yet."
His hips rolled in lazy circles, rising from time to time. This
movement and pressure of his penis left me breathless.
"I don't understand much time." I whispered to him straight to

the mouth, at the end of licking my lips.
"I'm starting to like the game, where you told me to play." I
said with amusement.
He froze, his eyes exploring me, searching for answers to

unasked questions. I don't know how long we stayed there,
looking at each other, because from that silent fight we were
knocked over on the glass. And on the other side, I saw
Domenico's not-so-surprised face. God, does that face has seen
everything yet? I thought.
*AFTER DAYS, FINALLY, HERE'S AN UPDATE YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING
FOR. ENJOY."
(SORRY FOR KEEPING YOU WAIT)
He said a few phrases in Italian, completely oblivious to the

position in which we were sitting, and Massimo was strictly
denied that, which he heard. I had no idea what he said, but
the tone of the discussions could be inferred that Massimo does
not want to, which he said Domenico. When finished, Massimo
opened the door and did not let go of me, got out of the car,
after being moved towards the entrance to the Hotel where we
parked. Wrapped his arms around my waist and I felt a surprised
look at the other guests when he passed them without a word
from the face stone.
"I'm not paralyzed," I said, raising my eyebrows and nodding a

little.
"I hope so, but there are some good reasons why I don't want to
let you go, at least two."
We passed the reception and entered the elevator, where he

leaned against the wall.
Our lips almost touched.

"First is that my foot stick rips off my pants in a moment, and
the second is that their are saturated with moisture, and the
only thing that could cover this view is my hands and hips."
I bit my lip, heard his words, more than what he said made
sense.
The elevator bell announced that we had reached the floor from
which we were descending. After a few steps, he placed the card
he had received from Domenico at the door and entered the
monumental apartment, placing me in the middle.
"I would like to wash." I said, looking at the luggage.
"Everything you need is in the bathroom, I need to do something

now." he said, putting the phone to his ear and disappearing
into the huge living room.
I took a shower and lubricated myself with vanilla lotion,

which I found in the closet. Coming out of the bathroom and
going through another room, I came out on the beloved drink
bottle. I poured myself a glass, then another and another,
watched television, drank champagne, and I wondered where he
disappeared, my torturer. After a while, I got bored walking
around the apartment, discovering that it occupies a large part
of the hotel's floor. When I reached the last door, crossing
the threshold, I fell into darkness, to whose eyes they must
have gotten used to it for a while.
"Sit down." saidd by a familiar accent.

Without hesitating, I obeyed, knowing that the opposition would
do nothing. After a few seconds, I saw Massimo naked, who was
wiping his hair with a towel. Ate swallowed loudly, hard
stunned views and drunk alcohol. He was left with a huge bed,
which supported the four monumental beams. There were dozens of
purple, gold and black pillows on the mattress, the whole room
was dark, classic and extremely sensual. I grabbed the sides of
the seat disc when he started to approach me, unable to take my
eyes off his penis hanging from my face. Just me looking at him
with a little open mouth. He stopped only when his legs rested
on my bent knees. He threw a white towel over his shoulders and
grabbed the ends. When the animal's cold gaze met my eyes, I
began to pray; I sincerely asked God for the gallows to oppose
this, what I see and feel.
Massimo had known how I work. I think I had painted it on my

face, and, in addition, involuntary according to the smallest
lip completely did not help me in masking feelings.
Slowly, he grabbed his right hand and started to move it from

the root to its end. I prayed the most fervor. His napinal body
had been tightened by the muscles of the abdomen, and the
penis, in which I tried not to look, swelled and grew.
"Will you help me?" he asked, not taking it away from my eyes
and not continuing to play for each other.
I am not going to do it, I didn't need to do anything,

physically, nor did I need to touch myself to light up red and
focus my thoughts only on myself, on his dick and on the dream
of having it in my mouth. The last sobering corners of my mind
told me that if he got what he wanted, the game would no longer
be interesting and I wouldn't feel any better, succumbing to
him so easily. Because the fact that this guy wanted me was
more than right, the only unknown was when that would happen.
My wicked mind as part of the fight against lust sent me the
thought that this divine man masturbating in front of me wants
to kill my family. Immediately all the excitement was gone and
replaced by anger and hatred.
"I think you are dreaming." I said, snorting contemptuously.

"I'm not going to help you with anything, after all, you have
people for everything, so you can ask them." I looked at him.
"May I go now?"
I tried to get up from the chair, but he grabbed my neck and

pinned me on the back again. He leaned over and asked with a
smirk:
"Are you sure of what you're saying, Laura?"
"Let me go, to hell, " I whispered through clenched teeth.
He did what I asked and walked away from me towards the bed. I
got up and grabbed the door handle, wanting to get out of this
room as soon as possible before my thoughts started to spin
around unwanted situations. However, the door was closed.
Massimo picked up the phone on the nightstand, called someone
and said a few words, then hung up.
"Come here!" He ordered.
"Let me out, I want to get out!" I pressed the doorknob,

screaming.
He threw the towel on the bed and stood with his hands along
his body, staring into his cold black eyes.
"For the last time. Come here, Laura."
I was based on the door and I wasn't going to make any moves,
and I certainly didn't do that, which he did. In deep roar
escaped his throat when he approached me. I closed my eyes in
fear, not knowing what was going to happen. I felt like my body
was floating and for a moment I fell on the bed. Massimo
murmured something in Italian all the time. When I felt that I
fell out between the pillows, I opened my eyes and saw Massimo
towering above me. He grabbed my right hand and held it with a
long chain with a clip on one of the four poles. He took the
left one, but I managed to grab it and hit it. I bit his lips,
and after a moment his throat screamed. I knew we had crossed
the border. He grabbed my left wrist very hard and pulled it
into the other grip, immobilizing the entire upper body.
"I will do what I want with you." he said, smiling shamelessly.
I kicked and threw myself on the bed, the time until he sat me
on his legs, his back to me, and took out a short tube. I had
no idea what it was, I just wanted him to leave me. It closed
around my ankles, from the soft collars that were at the ends
of the rod, after it reached the next beam. He took it out from
behind the chain and glued it to deal with his right ankle, he
just repeated the left, and then I went to bed. He stood up,
looking at me chained to the four body columns. He was clearly
satisfied and excited by this vision. I was confused. When I
wanted to push the leg tube, which they were chained to, it
expanded to and blocked. Massimo bit his lower lip.
"I hope you would do it. This telescopic rod can be broken down
more widely, but it doesn't, if you don't know where the press
is."
After those words, the panic took over me, I was

immobilized and my legs spread out to the sides - as an
invitation to him

After those words, the panic took over me, I was immobilized
and my legs spread out to the sides - as an invitation to him.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door and I stiffened
even more.
Massimo came to me, pulled the quilt on which I was lying and
covered it with force.
"I'm not afraid." he said with a slight smile as he walked to

the door.
He opened it and took the young woman inside. I didn't see her
very clearly, but she had long dark hair and exquisitely high
heels, which emphasized her slim legs. Massimo said two
sentences to her and the girl still froze. After a while, I
realized that he was still naked, and this woman was not
surprised.
He came up to me and pressed the pillow under my head so that I

could watch the entire room without any effort or straining my
stomach muscles.
"I would like to show you something. Something that will pass
you by," he whispered, biting my ear.
He returned to the other side of the room and sat in

the sofa in front of the bed, so that we were literally
a few feet away

He returned to the other side of the room and sat in the sofa
in front of the bed, so that we were literally a few feet away.
Without taking his eyes off me, he said something in Italian to
the girl standing like a stick, and she took off her dress and
stood in front of him in the same underwear. My heart skipped a
beat when she got down on her knees and started sucking on my
torturer. His hands went to her head and tangled in her dark
hair. I couldn't believe what I saw. His black eyes were
looking at me, and his mouth parted more and more nervously,
gasping for air. What I saw was that the girl knows and about
that, what he does. Once in a while he threw a word in Italian,
how to give his instructions and she moaned with pleasure. I
watched the scene and tried to understand what I feel. His
penetrating gaze excited me when I saw Massimo in ecstasy, but
the fact that I was not between his legs completely deprived me
of the joy of seeing. Had I been jealous of this arrogant
idiot? Pushing me, he thought I would like to be in the same
place, but I couldn't take my eyes off him. At some point,
Massimo firmly pushed the girl to his cock so that she started
to choke. She didn't give him a cane, he fucked her mouth
deeply and at a frantic pace. I wilam up on the bed, and the
chains attached to my leg grazed against the wooden beams. I
was getting harder for wheezing, and my room was floating up
and down very quickly. The show, of which he was the main
actor, excited and irritated me at the same time. Only now did
I understand the meaning of words, which he said, before she
came to him. So, for sure, I was jealous. I closed my eyes with
a hard effort and turned my head to the side.
"Right now, open your eyes and look at me." he whispered

Massimo whispered.
"I will not, you will not force me." I said in a voice that
barely pulling out of my interior.
"If you don't look at me right now, just lie down next to you,
and she'll complete cleaning out of your body. Decide, Laura."
This ameca was encouraging enough for that, I respectfully

carried out his command. When my eyes met his, he watched with
satisfaction and firmly parted lips, composing a vague smile.
He took himself from his seat and moved so that now the girl
who was on her knees in front of him, rested her back on the
bed, and he was only a year and a half meter away from me. My
hips zataczaly wheels, brushing themselves on satin sheets, and
softened dry mouth after they pass every isioma moment. I
wanted it. If it weren't for the fact that I'm ashamed, I would
probably throw her out of the room and finish her job. Massimo
knew that well. After a moment his eyes went dark and empty,
and the freshly cleaned chest flowed with beads of sweat. I
knew it was coming soon because the woman kneeling in front of
him definitely sped up.
"Laura, yes!" From his mouth he escaped a muffled groan, when

all the muscles tense up and began to orgasm, semen flooding
her throat.
I was extremely excited and overwhelmed with desire, as far as

it seemed to me I am that I came along with it. A hot wave
flooded my body. Even at the moment when it is not lifted from
my eyes.
I let out a sigh of relief, waiting for the show to end.

massimo said a sentence in Italian and the girl finished, got
up, took the dress and left. He also disappeared at the
bathroom door. I heard the sound of pouring water in the shower
and after a few minutes he stood in front of me again, wiping
his hair with a towel.
"For a moment, ulze you boy. I'll lick you and let you walk a
lot, unless you prefer to feel inside."
I opened my eyes wide and my heart beat like a round of
applause after Beyonce's show.
I want to object, but I couldn't pronounce a single word.
Massimo yanked the blanket off me in one movement and then

slowly separated the tunic that I was wearing.
"I like this hotel for two reasons." he started, running from
legs to bed.
"First, you and me, and the second, this apartment. I've been
looking for the right equipment for your equipment for a long
time." his voice was calm and sexy.
"Look, Laura, right now you are immobilized so

effectively that you are able to escape or resist me
"Look, Laura, right now you are immobilized so effectively that

you are able to escape or resist me." He licked the inside of
my thigh.
"At the same time, I have access to absolutely every part of
your beautiful body."
He grabbed my ankles, pulling my legs further apart. The

telescopic tube cracked a few times, then locked in place,
forming a letter V very spread out from my legs.
"Please." I whispered, because the only thing that occurred to

my mind.
"You ask, have I started and I resigned from it?"
This simple question seemed so difficult at the time that, when

I wanted to answer it, only a small groan of resignation left
my throat.
Massimo came up and hovered over my face, looking at me. He
curled my nose, mouth and cheeks with his lower lip.
"For a moment zero you so that you scream to hear in Sicily."
"I'm begging you, no." I said with all my strength and closed
my eyelids, which filled my eyes with tears. There was a
silence, and I was afraid to open my eyes, terrified to think
what I could see. I heard a crack and felt that my right hand
was free, then subsequent clicks and both hands fell loose on
the pillows. Later, two more clicks on the locks and I was
already completely free from slavery.
"Dressed up, we have to be at one of my clubs in an hour." he

said, leaving the room naked.
I stood there for a while, analyzing what had just happened.

Then a wave of anger washed over me, I jumped up and ran after
him. He was already dressed in suit pants and drinking a glass
of champagne.
"Please explain all this to me!" I screamed as he slowly turned

on my nervous canter towards him.
"Honey?" He asked, leaning nonchalantly at a table on which was

a bottle.
"Are you interested in a girl? This is a bitch. I have several
escort agencies, you didn't want to help me relax. Toy houses
that you clearly set up that you liked, so it doesn't require
any comment. Like what Veronica did."
Judging by his reaction. He raised his eyebrows slightly.
"So what do you have to say?" He crossed his hands over his
chest.
"Don't go to you, if you don't want to, I promised you that.
completely in control, but enough to not rape you, I can
control myself." He turned and crossed the room.
"Although we were aware that this would be the best sex of our
lives, and after all, you would ask for more."
I stayed there and I couldn't deny it. Although I didn't want

to admit it, he was right. I ended up for a few minutes to
succumb to it. Massimo, however, wanted me to dedicate myself
to him because of affection, not animal need. He wanted to
possess me whole, not just put a stick in me. God, his shrewd
and manipulative skills drove me into a frenzy. After the
words, which he spoke, moving away, I wanted even more, and now
I had to stick to a short hammock, not mount it on one of the
big sofas. I screamed helplessly and clenched my fists, went
into the cold shower, which ended up being a target. When I
left the bathroom, I found Domenico in the living room, placing
a bottle of champagne on the table.
"I'm surprised that you don't have enough." he said, spilling a

glass.
"And who said that I don't have it? Never that you don't ask me
what I would be sipping on, but I still have those pink carbs,"
he said, with a sipping laugh.
"What kind of club are we going to?"
"Nostro. Massimo's favorite club. Personally I supervise in

which all the changes, this exclusive place where children play
with politicians, businessmen and ...." He paused, then piqued
my curiosity.
"And who? Whores? Like Veronica?" I turned out to him.
Domenico looked at me searching, how to check, how much I know,

and how much bluff. I got an imperturbable face, pretending to
rummage through my clothes in search of creation. From time to
time I pressed the glass to my lips.
"Maybe not exactly like Veronica, but so much fun for people
there, that he therefore cannot play anywhere else."
After today Massimo pulled my eyes, seems to be capable, who

knows him well, so he probably made ambiguous in this club.
When they finish a sentence that was just going to think, it
froze, and for a moment I don't know what to do. So I shrugged
my shoulders and went to the bathroom, shooting out a sudden
ease of speech. He didn't close the door, and after a moment
when I started applying primer to my face, on the doorstep,
there was a young Italian man leaning over out of the door
frame. He didn't hide his amusement with my honesty.
"Well, you know, this is not my business, that it is stretched

or that it employs."
"Can you tell me that he, as he is made for recruitment, how do

you not matter?" Domenico opened his eyes first and then
started to laugh.
"Laura, forgive me, but are you jealous?"
Not these words until you passed me back on the shudder. Could
you pretend to neutral so badly that I go?
"I'm impatient, I wait until my year and long, and go back to

the house. What should I wear." I asked, moving away from the
mirror and trying to change the subject.
Domenico smiled and went to the bedroom.
"You can't be jealous of the whore, because what she does is

her job. I already made you a dress."
When he left, I sank into the sink, hiding my head in my hands.
If I can see so much that I don't keep up the pressure, what
will happen next? Focus! I said to myself, slapping my cheeks.
"If we give you the way you want for discipline, I will hit you
harder." I looked up and saw Massimo sitting in an armchair
behind me.
"Do you want to get me in the face?" I asked, drawing my eye

with a pencil.
"If it turns you on ....."
I tried to concentrate on what I should do, but his piercing

eyes made it difficult for me, even the simplest task.
"Do you want something or leave me alone?"
"Veronica a whore, come, and stretched out to me, and I fuck

her, if I'm into like her. She likes violence and money,
satisfies the most demanding customers, including me. All the
girls who work for me. ..."
"Do I have to hear that?" I turned to him, crossing my arms.

"Should I tell you how Martin fucked me? Or maybe you would
like to see him?"
His eyes turned completely black, and a sly smile gave way to
kamiennemu face. He got up from the place and confidently went
up to me. He grabbed my arms and sat me on the counter by the
sink.
"Everything you see here belongs to me."He grabbed me by the

head and twisted my face in the mirror.
"Everything ... whatever ... you see," he said between his

teeth.
"I'm going to kill anyone who comes after something that is

mine." He got up and left the bathroom.
Everything is his, the hotel is his, prostitutes are his and

the game is his. An evil plan came to mind, through which I
decided to punish Massimo's inexpressible hypocrisy. I went
into the bedroom and looked at the gold sequined dress on the
bed, with no back. Unfortunately, although it was beautiful, it
was not suitable for my intention. I went to the closet, where
all my creations were carefully hung.
Do you like prostitutes? Then I'm going to show you a whore

....
I murmured in Polish.
I chose the dress and shoes, and then went on to improve the
makeup for a more appropriate one.
Thirty minutes later, when Domenico knocked on the door, I was

tightening my boots.
"About a prostitute," he said, nervously closing the door.

"He's going to kill you, and right after me."
I laughed mockingly and stood in front of the mirror. The

flesh-colored dress on the thin straps looked more like a
petticoat than a creation.
It exposed the entire back and side of the chest, basically it

didn't cover much, but it was meant to be. As the dress was
quite heavy on the chest, a huge studded cross.
I hung black crystals on my back so that he would pay more

attention to my nakedness. The long boots in the middle of the
thigh perfectly emphasized the fact that the dress barely
covered my ass. It was hot outside, but fortunately, Emilio
Puc, whose shoes I wore, predicted that, as there are women who
love high shoes all year round, this model is airy, all tied
and fingerless. Obscene and very high. I tied my hair in a very
tight ponytail at the top of my head. Sexy, simple and with a
lifting effect, the hair matched perfectly with smoky eyes and
shiny lipstick.
"Domenico, who bought me all these things? Since he paid, he

was probably aware that I will put it on sometime. Good look,
so I understand that you are going with us?"
The young Italian was standing, holding his head in both hands,
the cage swinging hastily up and down.
"I'm going with you, because Massimo must still do something.

Do you know that I'm in trouble when he sees you in that
outfit?"
"Then you will tell him that you tried to stop me and that I
was stronger. Come on. "
I grabbed a black clutch and a tiny white fox

bolerko, after his passing with a cheerful smile,
crossed the threshold
I grabbed a black clutch and a tiny white fox bolerko, after

his passing with a cheerful smile, crossed the threshold. He
murmured something following me, but unfortunately I still
didn't have the ability to speak his language.
When we left the elevator to the lobby, all the reception staff
gathered buildings. Domenico waved at them, and I, still proud
of myself, passed by smiling. We got into the limo parked in
front of the entrance and went to the party.
"I'm going to die today," he said, pouring amber liquid into

his glass.
"I mean, why are you doing this to me?" He drank the whole
thing.
"Domenico, don't overdo it. Besides, not you, but him. I think
I'm very elegant and sexy."
The young Italian reached for another glass and helped himself,
sitting in the armchair. Today, he was exceptionally
fashionable: light gray pants, shoes of similar color and white
shirt with rolled-up sleeves. On his wrist, there was a
beautiful gold Rolex and several wooden, gold and platinum
bracelets.
"Sexy for sure, but elegant? Honestly, I doubt if Massimo would

appreciate that kind of elegance."
Nostro perfectly reflects what Massimo was. Two large
bodyguards guarded and entry being stepped on a purple carpet.
After descending the stairs, an elegant and dark place
appeared. The boxes were separated by large curtains made of
heavy and dark material. Ebony walls and candlelight made it
sensual, erotic and very attractive. On two platforms, there
were almost naked women with masks on their faces almost
squirming to the beat of Massive Attack music.
A long black bar covered with padded leather was served only by
women dressed in a very tight body and high heels. They wore
leather bands imitating ties on both wrists. Yes, you could
definitely feel Massimo in this place.
We passed the bar and the crowd lazily rubbing

against each other in time with the music
We passed the bar and the crowd lazily rubbing against each
other in time with the music. Great bodyguards opening the way
for us between people pulled another vein and my eyes appeared
a room with a ceiling about the height of the first floor of
the building. Monumental sculptures of black wood portrayed as
if they were joined, but I was impressed with the size and not
what the author meant. In the corner of the room, on the
platform, slightly covered with translucent fabric, was a box
to which we were taken. He was definitely bigger than the
others and may be the only one to guess what's going on here,
since the middle of the pipe was installed to dance.
Domenico sat down, and before he had time to touch the satin
buttocks on the sofa lining the room looking for alcohol,
snacks, and the tray covered with a silver lid. Her first
instinct was struck by her, but Domenico grabbed me by the
wrist, shaking his head. He handed me champagne.
"Do not be today alone." began cautiously, as if afraid of

what, what will you say.
"We will join a couple of people with whom we have to deal with
certain things."
I shook my head and repeated after him:

"Some people, some things. Then you're going to play mafia." I
leaned over the glass and handed it to him again full.
"Let's do business, don't get used to it."
Suddenly, his eyes went the size of saucers. He was looking at

the space behind me.
"Well, it immediately to begin." he said, combing his hair with

his hand. I turned and saw from several men coming, among them
is Massimo.
When he saw me, he froze, taxing me from top to bottom with a

cold and angry look. I swallowed loudly and thought that my
idea of ??dressing up as a bitch was not the best today. His
companions passed him and headed for Domenico, while Massimo
stood still the whole time, his anger becoming almost palpable.
His companions passed him and headed for Domenico,

while Massimo stood still the whole time, his anger
becoming almost palpable
"What are you wearing, to hell?" He snapped, grabbing me by the

elbow.
"Some of your thousands get euros." I mumble, pulling my hand

free.
This text was boiling like water in a kettle, I could almost

see steam coming out of his ears. Then one of the men shouted
something at him and he replied without taking his eyes off me.
I sat down at the table and took another glass of champagne.

Since I have to do it for a stick, at least it turned out to be
a broken stick.
Alcohol came in exceptionally well today. Bored, I looked
around the other rooms and heard the sound of the words spoken
by Massimo. When he spoke Italian, he was very sensual. Then
the thoughts tore at me Domenico, who took a silver tray dome.
I looked at its contents and it squeezed me - cocaine.
The drug, divided into dozens of clean lines, covered

the entire dish, which in my family's house would be
destined to serve roasted turkey

The drug, divided into dozens of clean lines, covered the
entire dish, which in my family's house would be destined to
serve roasted turkey. I sighed at the sight and got up from the
table. I went outside the box, but I couldn't even turn my head
to the store around when next I grew up a huge bodyguard. I
looked at Massimo, who looked at me. I leaned out, pretending
to scratch my leg, before going out to show him the length, but
the lack of my dresses. I dressed up and stared animal eyes
several millimeters from my face.
"Don't tease me, dear."
"Why? Are you scared of how much too good for me will you go?"
I asked, licking my bottom lip. Alcohol always had a liberating
effect on me, but with Massimo, when I was drunk, a demon
literally entered me .
"Alberto, you will follow."
"You are changing the subject." I said, grabbing the collar of

my jacket. I have a short dress that wszedlbys on me without
stripping me of it. I took his hand and took it down past my
waist, then slid it under my dress. White lace the way you like
it, Alberto! I screamed and started walking towards the dance
area.
I turned and looked at Massimo, who was leaning against a

column with his hands in his pockets and a wide smile on his
face; it excited him.
I crossed the room and found myself in a place where the
blaring music set the pace.
People danced, drank and trusted private boxes they fucked

together. I didn't care much, I wanted to hang up. I shook my
head at the bartender and before I could open my mouth, there
was a glass of pink champagne in front of me. I was thirsty, so
I spilled it all at once and picked up another glass that
magically appeared at the bar. That's how I got fucked, I got
back the drug addicts I had left in the box.
That's how I got fucked, I got back the drug addicts

I had left in the box

How great my surprise, when passing through a black translucent
hairstyle, I saw that they were not alone. Women bustling
around them rub themselves like cats with their feet, hands and
groin. They were beautiful and were definitely prostitutes.
Massimo was sitting in the middle, but there was no happy woman
on his knee. It was a coincidence or deliberate action, glad
that, that is only, because drunk alcohol could push me towards
aggression. He can and should be, but unfortunately my patient,
drunk lies for the first time to dance. Surprisingly, the stick
was free.
When I moved to Warsaw, once I signed up for pole dance

classes. At first I thought this dance is just to start off in
a sexy way. However, my instructor quickly led me astray,
proving that it is a great way for a perfectly sculpted body. A
bit like gymnastics or fitness, uniquely like the vertical rod.
I went to the table and, looking directly into Massimo's eyes,
slowly removed the cross from behind. I kissed him and laid him
on the table. The Running Up That Hill poster played around me,
which was like an invitation. I realized that I couldn't do
everything I wanted to because of the length of the dress and
the presence of his guests. But I knew that when he touched the
pipe, he would be condemned anyway. When I took the metal in
his hand and I turned outside to examine his reaction, he and
all the men around ignored his worshiping women and watched
with him. I got you !, I thought and started my gymnastics
presentations. After a few seconds I realized and that, despite
some years out in the exercises everyone remembering the
movements still does not make me problems. Dancing was
something completely natural for me, which I knew and trained
since I was a child. And if it was pole dance, social or Latin
American, it gave me identical relief every time.
I got carried away; alcohol, music, the atmosphere of the place

where I was, and everything changed me a lot. After a long
moment, I looked in the direction where Massimo was recently.
Now, this place was empty, but wlepialy up in my eyes all men,
including one expanded on the Domenikiem sofa. I turned around
again, and froze. A wild, cold, animal look drowned me; he was
several centimeters from me. I wrapped my leg around him and
wrapped my fingers in his hair, leaning him against the stick.
"Interesting musical selection for a club."
"Because as you noticed, it is a club, not a disco."
I turned and rested my buttocks against his groin, moving them

gently.
Massimo grabbed my neck and pressed my head to his shoulder.
"You will be mine, I guarantee and then I will take you

whenever I want."
I laughed flirtatiously and slid off the platform. I went to

the table, and then one of the seated men stood up and grabbed
my wrist, pulling me towards him. I lost my balance and fell on
the sofa. The guy lifted my dress and grabbed my bare bottom,
slapped it several times and shouted something in Italian. I
wanted to get up to punch him in the head with a bottle, but I
couldn't move. At one point, I felt someone drag me by the
shoulders over the soft material, and when I lifted my head, I
saw Domenico. I turned around and saw that Massimo was holding
a man by the throat who was feeling like an astras moment. In
the hand was the pistol he was aiming at my admirer. I broke
free from an Italian who tried to drag me out of boxing and ran
to Czarny.
"He didn't know who I am." I said, putting him in his chair.
Massimo screamed and Domenico caught me again, but

this time with enough strength not to be free

Massimo screamed and Domenico caught me again, but this time

with enough strength not to be free. Don Massimo turned his
head to the man beside the sofa and after a moment all the
women disappeared from the room. When we were alone, he lowered
a man holding the neck on his knees and aimed the gun at his
head. This sight made my heart to gallop. I saw the scene in
the garage before my eyes, which was still a nightmare not to
describe. I turned to Domenico and sank my head into his
shoulders.
"He can not go here to kill." I said for sure, that in the
place of a public that does not.
"Yes, perhaps." he said calmly young Italian, cradling me.
"And he will do that."
Blood dripped from my face and a hated sound came to my ears.

My legs made the rubber and slowly started to slide Domenico's
chest. He hugged me and shouted something, and then I felt him
get up and take me somewhere. Later, the music stopped and I
fell on the soft pillows.
"You like impressive outgoing," he said, pushing me under his

tongue. Well, now, Laura, calmly.
My heart was returning to its normal rhythm when the door to

the room opened and Massimo went through it with a gun attached
to his belt.
He knelt on the floor in front of me and looked at me in
horror.
"Did you kill him?" I said almost in a whisper, praying to the

spirit, to deny it.
"No."
I breathed a sigh of relief and rolled over onto my back.
"Only his paws, which dared to touch you." - he said, getting

up on his knees and giving my tutor a gun.
"I want to go back to the hotel, can I?" I asked, trying to get
up, but the mixture of drugs over the heart and the alcohol
made the room start to spin, and I staggered and sank into the
pillow.
Massimo took me in his arms and hugged me hard for the other.
Domenico opened the door, through which we went to the back
room and then to the kitchen, until we finally met at the back
of the club. There waiting a limousine, so that Massimo has,
not leaving my hands. He sat on a chair and covered his coat
for me. I fell asleep snuggled against his broad torso.
I woke up in a hotel when, cursing under his breath, he tried

to remove my boots.
"There's a zipper on the back." I whispered with narrowed eyes.
"You don't think anyone would be able to tie you up every

time."
He looked up and looked at me angrily, taking the shoes off my

feet.
"What did you take for this, tonight you look like ..."
"Finish it!" He growled in exasperation and woke up the second

he was going to bring it to his mouth.
"Like a prostitute. What do you mean?"
Massimo clenched his fists, squeezing and loosening his jaw.
"You like prostitutes, and Veronica is the best example, isn't

she?
His eyes went completely blank when I finished speaking and I

froze with maliciously complex lips, waiting for an answer. He
didn't speak, and his knuckles went white with his hands
clenched. At one point, he stood up energetically and straddled
me with his arms around my hips. He grabbed my wrists and,
pressing them against the mattress, lifted me above my head. My
chest started to ripple at a crazy pace when he approached my
face, and after a while he broke his tongue in my mouth. I
moaned, getting sickly of him, but I didn't intend to fight
him, I didn't want to. His tongue pressed into my throat,
deeper and harder.
"When I saw today, how you danced ..." he whispered, chaotic

tearing from me.
"Whore!" He pressed his face to my neck.

"Why are you doing this, Laura? Do you want to try something
for me? Do you want to check where the limit is? This will be
placed, not you. And if you want me to take what I want, I will
do it without your permission."
I threw myself, or didn't he now have to? Besides going down

with me, I want to drink. He lifted his head, looking at me in
surprise.
"What do you want?"
"Drink it." I said, stepping out from under him when he

released his fist and fell on his side on the bed.
"You are pissing me off, Massimo" I mumbled and went to the

table, pouring amber liquid from a jar.
"Laura, you don't drink strong alcohol and, after the
medication you took and the amount of champagne you drink at
the club, it's not a good idea."
"Am I not drinking?" I asked, bringing the glass to my lips.

And see.
I leaned over and poured the entire contents down my throat.

God, what a disgusting thing, I thought, shuddering. This
shocking reaction from my body did not stop me from spilling
another portion. Walking towards the terrace, I turned and
looked at Massimo, who was watching my performance with his
head resting on his hand.
"You will regret it, dear!" He shouted when I disappeared
behind the door outside.
The night was wonderful, the heat lessened, and the air seemed
to be surprisingly cool, despite the fact that we were right in
Rome. I sat on the big sofa and took another big bellows on me.
After several minutes, when I emptied the glass, I felt sleepy
and dizzy in my head. In fact, I did not drink strong alcohol
and now I know why. The helicopter in my head did not
facilitate the walk, and the double vision made it difficult to
knock on the door. Therefore, I closed an eye, the focus is on
the fact that the maintenance of the class remains, goes back
to bed. Najzgrabniej is the only possible Staelelam, grabbing
the door frame and realizing that Massimo could look at me. I
was not wrong - he was lying in bed with a computer on his lap.
He was naked, except for the white CK boxers. My God, how
handsome he is, I thought as he looked at me from the monitor.
My drunk brain again once told me a diabolical plan to slowly
expose himself to him and leave him alone. I started forward,
grabbing the straps of the dress; I took them off my shoulders
and the material fell to the floor. I wanted to gracefully lift
my knee and disappear into the bathroom, but at that moment my
legs refused to cooperate. Right cube tangled up in a dress,
and the left one stepped on it. I fell to the carpet with a cry
and after a moment a nervous laugh erupted.
Massimo rose above me like the first night I saw him at the
club. This time, however, he didn't lift me by the elbows, he
just took me in the arms and laid me on the bed, examining if
nothing had happened to me. When my hysteria stopped, he looked
at me with concern.
"Are you alright?"

"Take me." I whispered, removing the last piece of clothing.
When white lace strips were up around the ankles, I lifted my
leg and grabbed it in my hands.
"Get inside me, Massimo." I threw my arms behind my head and

spread my legs apart.
Massimo looked at me, with a smile on his face. He leaned over

me and kissed my lips lightly, then covered my naked body with
a comforter.
"I told you, it's not a good idea to drink. Good night."
Your ambivalent attitude towards my proposal made me angry. I

rocked out for the next time to give it to the face, but either
I was extremely slow, or so fast, that grabbed my wrist and
buttoned his band, that I was tense before I left, when
Veronica performed . He jumped on the bed and after a moment I
was lying stretched between poles, fighting like a fish out of
the water.
"Let go of me!" I screamed.
"Good evening." he said, leaving the room and turning off the
light.
I was awakened by the August sun entering the room. My head was
heavy and sore, but that wasn't the biggest problem - I
couldn't feel my hands. What the fuck is going on? I thought,
looking at the bands on my wrists. I pushed them away, and the
sound of metal rubbing against wood literally tore through my
brain. I moaned softly and looked around the room. I was alone.
I tried to remember last night's events, but all I remembered
was my pole position. Jesus Christ, I sighed with what must
have happened when we got back as long as I wake up under such
circumstances. Probably Massimo got what he wanted, and I will
die tormented by the hangover and guilt. After a few minutes of
self-pity, it was time for logical thinking. I started poking
my fingertips at the castle, but the projector of this trap
planned this so that independent liberation was not possible.
"Fuck it, fuck it!" I cried, resigned, and then to the door
there was a quiet knock.
"Please." I said uncertainly, worried about who would be at the

door.
When I saw Domenico, I was happier than ever and he froze and
looked at me amused for a moment. I lowered my head to see if
any of my breasts were looking at him, but I was firmly covered
with a comforter.
"Will you be so happy if you help me to hell?" I mumbled,

irritated. The young Italian came to me and freed my hands.
"I realize the night was good." he said, raising his eyebrows,
amused.
"Take a break." I covered my face with a comforter to die.
When my hands got free, I was terrified to find that I was

completely naked.
"No." I whispered softly.
"Massimo left, he has a lot of work, so you will be with to me.

I'll be waiting in the room, we'll have breakfast."
After thirty minutes, a bath and a packet of paracetamol, I sat

at the table, drinking tea and milk.
"Well, did the last one have fun?" He asked, dropping the
paper.
"For many, in the long term, and then, judging after that, as
he found me, probably better. But that already, thanks to God,
I don't remember."
Domenico laughed so hard he choked on his open croissant.

"How much do you remember?"
"Dance in a tube, and then the black hole." He nodded

knowingly.
"I remember that dance and you are very stretched. On your face
is even wider smile."
"You're killing me," I said, banging my head on the table.
"ell me what happened next." Domenico raised his eyebrows and

drank his espresso.
"Don Massimo took you to the room and ...."
"He flew," I finished for him.
"I sincerely doubt it, but it wasn't me with you. I met him a
while after that, when we arrived, and then I saw him leaving
here, when I got to bed in the second room. I have known him
for a while and he hasn't it seemed ... he searched for the
right word for a satisfied moment, and I think he would be like
that after you."
"Oh God, Domenico, why are you tormenting me? After all, well
you know what happened, will you not tell me?
"I can, but it will definitely be less fun. My face probably

convinced me that today I don't want the joke. Well, well, you
got drunk and a little bit rozrabialas, so you stuck on the bed
and went to sleep."
I let out a sigh of relief at what he was saying and, at the

same time, I began to wonder what had happened.
"Stop worrying already and eat, we have a tight schedule."
We only stayed in Rome for three days and, for the three of
them, I didn't see Massimo for a moment. After an unlucky night
at the club, he disappeared without news, and the young Italian
remained silent as a grave.
I spent all day with Domenico, who showed me the eternal city.
He ate with me, went shopping, went to the spa. I wondered if
this was going to be our entire trip.
When, on the second day, we had lunch in a charming restaurant

overlooking the Spanish Steps, I asked him:
"Did he never let me work? I don't know how and what not to do
and just wait for him." Young Italian man long silence, after
he said:
"Do not talk with Don Massimo, what he wants, does or thinks.
Don't ask me, Laura, for those things. You must remember who he
is. The less questions, the better for you."
"Hell, I think I have a right to know what he's doing, why he's
not calling and if he's alive." I snored at him, throwing
silverware on my plate.
"Alive." he replied dryly, without answering my questioning

look.
I shuddered and went back to the meal. On the one hand, I liked
the life I led for a while, but on the other hand I was not the
type of "my man's wife". Especially since he was gone.
On the third morning, Domenico, as he always had breakfast with

me. When the phone rang, he apologized and got up from the
table. He talked for a long time, then came back to me.
"Laura, you are leaving Rome today." I looked at him in

surprise.
"We just arrived."

The young Italian smiled apologetically and headed for my
wardrobe.
I finished my tea with milk and followed him.
I tied my hair up with a high ponytail and smashed eyelashes;

the darker tan on my face allowed me to do less and less
makeup. Outside, it was every day in the thirty-degree range.
Not knowing where I am going, I put on very short denim shorts
in dark blue color and the small white top almost obscuring my
humble breasts. I treated today's clothes as a manifesto,
without wearing underwear. I will not be elegant, I thought and
slid my legs in Isabel Marant's beloved sneakers. When I put my
glasses on my nose and took my bag, Domenico appeared on the
corner. He stopped and looked at me for a moment.
"Are you sure you want to leave like this?" He asked

embarrassed.
"Don Massimo will not be happy when he sees you."
I turned around indifferently and, sliding my glasses over the

tip of my nose, gave him a dismissive look.
"Do you know where I am after these three days?" I turned and
headed for the elevators.
My exorbitant clock was eleven when Domenico put me in the car.
"Aren't you coming with me?" I asked, pushing my lower lip like
a little girl.
"I can't, but Klaudio will take care of you while you travel."
He closed the door and the car started to move. I felt the same
and sad. Is it possible that I longed for Massimo?
My driver Klaudio, who was also protecting me, did not speak
much.
I picked up the phone and called my mom. She was calmer, but
moderately happy after I told her that I would not catch up
with them this week.
When I finished a long conversation, the car was leaving the

road and after a while it entered the city of Fuimino. Klaudio
moved a huge sports utility very efficiently on the narrow,
picturesque streets. At one point, the car stopped and a huge
port full of exclusive yachts appeared before my eyes.
An older man dressed in white opened the door for me. I looked
at the driver who nodded consciously at me, letting me out.
"Welcome to Porto di Fiumicino, Ms. Laura. I am Fabio and I am
taking you to the boat."
"Welcome." He nodded, showing the direction.
When, after a few steps he stopped in to get on board, he

tilted his head up and grew on the ground. Titan appeared in my
eyes. Most of the boats in the harbor were white as snow, this
one was cold and dark and had colored windows.
"The yacht is ninety meters away. It has twelve cabins for

guests, jacuzzi, cinema room, spa, exercise room and, of
course, a huge swimming pool and a helipad."
"Modest." I said with my mouth slightly open.
When I went over the first of six platforms, my eyes came to an

impressive living room, only partially covered. It was elegant
and very sterile.
Almost all the furniture was white, made of steel, and the
whole was complemented by a glass floor. Next was the dining
room, stairs and in the bow section of the jacuzzi. There were
white roses in vases on the tables, but my attention was drawn
to a table with no flowers at the top. Instead, there was a
large vase with ice and submerged bottles of Moet Rose.
Before finishing watching this level, Fabio appeared with a
full glass in his hand. It seems to me that I am an alcoholic,
and the only way to spend the time I know and practice and
drink?
"What would you like to do before we leave? Sightseeing boat

Soak up the sun, and can you have lunch?"
"I would like to be alone if I can." I dropped my purse and

went to the arch. Fabio nodded and disappeared. I got up and
looked at the sea. I drank a glass after a second and another
until the bottle was empty. The hangover digesting my body.
decreased because I was drunk again.
Titan left port. When the land disappeared on the horizon, I

thought about how much I wish I never came to Sicily. Not
knowing Massimo and not being his salvation. Proxima could
quietly live in her normal world, and not to sit locked in a
golden cage.
"What the hell are you wearing!" I heard a familiar accent.
"You look ..."
I turned around and almost found Massimo, who grew up in front

of me like that night, when I first saw him. I was already well
inserted, so I turned and fell on the sofa.
"I look what I want, and you have nothing to do with it." I
stammered.
"You left me without a word and treat like a puppet, which is

playing up, when you feel like it. Today puppet has wanted to
play a solo career." I jumped awkwardly off the sofa, picked up
another bottle of champagne and staggered towards the stern.
The platform shoes did not facilitate my walk, and I knew how
pathetic I looked, so I took them off in frustration.
Massimo followed me, shouting something, but his voice did not
cut the noise of alcohol in my head. I didn't know the ship,
but to escape, I ran down the stairs and
.... it was the last thing I remember.

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Title: 365 Days Blanka Lipinska (365 DNI Book 1)

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I turned my head towards the window, looking at the cloudless

I got up and Mario and Domenico quickly got up from their

"Understand, that it will be good for everyone. I raised my

"You will thank me for that."

I took off my jacket and unbuttoned another button on my black

"Home." He snapped under his breath and started looking at the

My penis churned in my pants, and I sigh and firmly squeezed

"Get on your knees." I growled, pulling her down.

She executes the order without hesitation. I murmured, praising

"Close." I said softly, running my thumb after his eyelids.

My cock jumped out of my pants, hard and almost painfully

"I'll fuck your mouth." The woman shuddered slightly.

I had zero emotions when, no smile. She looked at me with

"Thank you." I whispered sliding my hand over her cheeks.

"Swallow." I growled, pulling her hair again.

I put both my hands on the wall in front of me and looked at

I gave her my arm and get up slightly stood next to me.

"There is the bathroom."

I went back to my companions and leaned back in my chair. I

I sighed, rolling my eyes, and tapped the glass irritably on

"In my father's time, we would trade alcohol and drugs

I leaned back on the armchair and I stared at my consigliere.

"I'm the head of the Toriccelli family and this is not a

I sighed and I relaxed a little when the flight attendant

"Mario, I know you liked to shoot."

The older man who was my adviser smiled slightly.

"We'll shoot soon." I looked at him seriously.

The sun was setting over Sicily when we finally landed on

Tourists have fun, I thought and entered the air conditioned

"People from Aruba want to meet in the case we were talking

"We have to deal with it too, clubs in Palermo."

Although "killed" it was not in this situation is

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I whispered in a lump in my throat, pointing to my back the

My head was ringing, I couldn't believe it. Maybe I was just

"Slow down." Said the young man as we approached her.

Oh fuck! He moaned as we caught up with her. My heart stopped

I took hold of the door handle, but my brother stopped me.

"Not now, Massimo."

"What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed.

"She's with someone, we don't know who that is."

I looked at him with such fury and hatred as if I had him

"You have an hour,"

"You've got sixty minutes to tell me who it is."

We parked in the driveway, and when we got out of the car,

"I'll fuck you!"

I grabbed my head when the pictures, not painted by artists,

I shouted without taking out my sight from the photos and

Domenico asked, poking his head through the door. I didn't

"So, what now?"

"We'll bring her here." I said dispassionately, while looking

"But how are you going to do this?" he looked at me like an

"Send people to this apartment," I hung up looking for her

"Martin. Let them find out who he is."

"Maybe it's better to ask Karl? It's there." Domenico

"Well, let Karl's people kick as much as possible. I must find

"You don't have to look for a way."

Domenico and I looked towards the door where a woman's voice is

Smiling Anna walks towards us. Her long legs in sky-high

"I'll take care of what we talked about, and tomorrow, we will