THIRD POV
All the efforts to push him away becos in vain.
The man’s hold on her tightens and like a man posessed and suddenly consud he seems like he plans on not letting her go anyti soon.
When she feels her breathe being taken away and the urge to breathe becos urgent she taps on his chest to make him release her.
Raffeale lets out a groan when he feels her petite hands on his chest but moves back a little, detaching his lips from her sweet soft cherry like lips.
"This, is how wild you drive baby, you have replaced the air that escapes my lungs and beca everything necessary for to breathe, live and function" His raspy voice says, each word coming out short because of his ragged breathing.
He stares at her, his gaze deep and intense
From the intensity of his gaze, she finds it hard to breathe properly or even stare at him making her try to avoid eye contact.
Raffaele how she is avoiding eting his eyes, he cannot help but chuckle at that.
"I know this is all too much darling, but you’ll get to understand"he says trying to control himself from pouncing on her like an animal, her beast.
Starring at her, Raffaele cannot help but wonder if she knows the extent of his love for her or how much he desires her.
She is literaly everything to him and he cannot even start to imagine his life without her.
" You are everything baby" He whispers while he stretches out his habd to caress her face.
"My life"
"Oxygen"
"Happiness"
"Peace" Bella looks at him scared and attempts to step back only for Raffaele to quickly move towards her and place his face in the crook of her neck exhaling sharply.
Her body trembles in fear as she rembers the look in his eyes while each word escapes his lips.
Taking her hand which is placed on her lap, he steps back a little and looks into her eyes only for him to place a kiss in the palm of her hand.
Bella closes her eyes and a tear falls out of her eye.
"Baby" Raffaele whispers scared and raises his hand to wipe the tear away from her eyes.
"Why are you crying" He does not like the idea of her crying and that too for an unknown reason.
"I-I-please let go" Bella stutters and tries to step away from him only for him to draw her closer by the waist and sigh.
"Stop trying to get away baby, tell why you are crying" Raffaele says and his words cos out more like a demand.
"I-I want my mom" She hiccups and when the words escapes her lips, Raffaele smiles before pulling her into his arms to hug her.
"Shh, we’ll be going there soon baby, you just have to learn how to love " He says and when Bella’s eyes widen at his words he chuckles.
"You don’t need to be scared and it’s ok if you can’t love as much as I do sweetheart, the love I have is suffiecient" like a crazed lover he explains everythibg to her and if possible it scares her more.
Seemingly oblivious to the fear in the young beautiful girl in front of him, he leans towards her to place a kiss on her forehead.
"Stop crying" Raffaele says and suddenly stands up from the bed.
Bella cannot help but still be in disbelive as ahe cannot help but wonder of this is the sa man, Raffaele vincenti who hardly talks and is always brooding.
Her mother’s boss who she had thought was unapprochable is now here talking and holding her like she is the most precious thing in the world.
Different emotions swirl in her and in that mont she questions herself ’what could have gone wrong’.
Suddenly a thought occurs in her head and she shoots out of the bed starring at him with eyes wide open.
"You saw " She whispers and nods her head to herself like she has just figured out sothing.
"Saw you?" Raffaele questions with a raised brow while stepping closer to her in slow predatory steps.
Bella gulps stepping back but she looks up at him, her eyes holding false confidence while his hold desire and amusent.
"Wh-when, in you-your room" She stutters unable to complete her sentence as her gaze falters and she feels her cheeks becoming hot.
She rembers the image so clearly, one she has been trying very hard to forget and one that has been hunting her dreams.
"In my room" his deep voice rumbles and he waits for her to finish her sentence.
"Isawyoutouchingyourself" The words cos out hurried and she quickly lowers her head not willing to et his eyes.
"Slowly" He says and this ti she finds herself pinned to the wall making a gasp to escape her lips in surprise.
"Touching yourself" Bella says with the little confidence she can mustter and when he hears the words that escape her lips he cannot help the amused chuckle that escapes his lipss.
"I’m glad you saw just how hard it is to stay without touching you and how much I hold myself back from doing exactly what my heart desires with you baby" Is all he says to her, leaving her dumbfounded and more scared than she first was.
"Fuck" Raffaele groans and like a crazed beast, outstretches his hand to hold hers, before pulling her towards his body and squashing their bodies together.
"It’s just a matter of ti darling" Raffaele whispers, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine and it almost has her turning into a puddle with weakened knee.
"Before, I have you all laid in my bed and have my way with you till you start crying and begging for to stop" He rasps, his hold on her hand tightening and his adam’s apple bobbing from each word that escapes his lips.
"You shouldn’t sweetheart" he says this part like its an advice a teacher gives to his student.
"Because I would not stop sweetheart, not when I am eating my most desired madness" With each word escaping his lips, Bella’s eyes widen in fear and she gulps, slightly irritated by the dirty part of her which felt slightly thrilled by all he is saying.
Before she can comprehend her thoughts she feels a lick on her neck and that has her coming back to reality as she pushes him away.
Stepping away from him, she pushes his body away from hers and uses his stunned expression as an excuse before running towards the slightly opened door.
It takes Raffaele, so ti to process that his princess has just pushed him away and is currently running away from him.
With hot determined steps, he starts making his way towards her.
Raffaele walks like a predator stalking towards a small innocent prey with a dark look on his face, a look that has made even made n cry and know its their end.
"Baby" Raffaele calls out when he sees her heading for the stairs, the whole mansion vibrates from the deep sound of his voice echoing through the walls.
The maids downstairs quickly find theirselves scrabbling and running as no one is interested in being the victim and end of his wrath.
Even the guards, standing on duty cannot help but squirm after all it’d be Raffaele Vincenti.
"Bella stop right there" That would have probably been her que for her to stop as he has said her na but she sewms to be oblivious of all this as she runs for her dear life.
Frantic and scared does not begin to explain what she feels and only when she succeds in opening the huge living room doors and dashing right outside for the freedom she has been wishing to taste.
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