“ let that wetness drip. I want to see what I do to you without even touching You “ He stared at her trembling fragile figure who stood naked in front of him with wetness dripping down her thighs making her cheeks burn in shame and embarrassment and he just sat there, staring at her. “ Please …… daddy “ —————————— He was my father’s best friend and a very close family friend. I had been in love with him since I was fifteen. He was the man of my dreams but Also a man I could never have. A man who could make me feel tingles. One night and It changed everything. I was in bed, letting my hand satisfy the needs and desires of my dark fantasies when he had just walked in, catching me disheveled and messed up. That night he had helped me and that was the first time I had gotten off. I thought it was a step closer to our relationship but He made it clear, he wanted to be a father figure to me. But his body opposed his words. I knew Luciano Morelli wanted me just as much as I did or maybe more.
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. .ADELINE
I stood in front of the small house which was supposed to be my home. I stood there not caring about the rain pouring on me. I was cold and drenched , soaking in water but nothing could be compared to what I was feeling right now.
It had been two years since my father passed away.
The man I truly loved and the man I was proud of. I was his princess and he was my everything. The best father I could ever imagine. The cool dad I could ever have.
It was already late night and I wanted to spend this away alone. I did not want anyone to interrupt me or come in my memories with my father.
I was also aware that my family would be searching for me but I also knew, no one was aware of this place. It was a secret between me and my dad. He gifted me this place on my sixteenth birthday and we would always come here on my every birthday till last year.
I took a deep breath and walked towards the front door. Unlocking it with my fingerprint, I stepped inside as the whole house lit up with lights. Locking the door, I let my bag drop on the floor.
I stepped out of my shoes, walking straight to my bedroom. As I walked through the hallway, I slid my dress from my shoulders dropping it on the floor. I was alone in this house.
It was my privacy and No one could interrupt it.
I unclipped my bra before stepping inside of my bedroom. The familiar scent hitting my nostrils making me relax. It was my house. I slowly hooked my fingers in my panties and slowly pulled them down my thighs, letting them fall on the floor.
I slowly stepped out of them and walked towards the bathroom. I needed to relax. To calm my racing mind and those heartbroken thoughts.
I walked towards the shower and stepped inside, letting the warm water envelop my body like it was meant to. My heart racing as I closed my eyes letting the water drip from my hair and traveling all the way down to my feet.
I let my muscles to relax as a soft sigh escaped my lips.
All of a sudden, a random thought hit me. The feeling of something in between my thighs and I couldn’t feel myself pressing my thighs together. I tightly shut my eyes.
My thoughts were …… vulgar and for a second, it felt like it was not me. I had always been sexually frustrated which made me horny all the time. I was freaking nineteen but I even never had my first kiss which was so funny.
Well that was a choice.
I was a timid and very shy but I had my fantasies that I wanted to come true. Some dark fantasies. I feel shy even talking to a guy but behind closed curtains, I know I like to be controlled. Dominated. Vulnerable.
My soles burned and my body felt like going into heat. I wanted a release which was something I could not do anything about. I wanted to explore but I was naive and scared at the same time.
But Tonight, I wanted to try it.
I stepped out of the shower , my long hairs sticking to my body. I walked into my bedroom and placed my towel on my bed before getting on the bed. I hastily got into the middle and spread my legs.
My hand moved down to my pussy and I slowly brushed and felt my own wetness. I gulped and spread my legs more wide. My body shivered and my toes curled slightly. I was horny. Hornier than I could ever be.
It was freaky but It was my side that No one knew about.
This was natural …… well for me, it was. I slowly slide my finger up and down feeling my pussy throbbing for more and I closed my eyes feeling so hot. I could feel my wetness dripping down and onto the towel.
I had not even touch myself and I was ready to take anything in me with that wetness.
“ o-oh fuck- “
I slowly pushed a finger into my pussy before stopping. My walls clenched around my finger and I was tight as hell. Of course I had to be, I was a virgin and never tried taking two fingers too.
I was scared of the pain that comes with the pleasure I wanted to feel to its full extent. My other hand moved to my tit and my nipples were erect.
“ hmm- “
A moan slipped from my lips , my back arching as I pushed my finger a little deeper. I slowly moved my finger back and forth feeling the heat to envelope me like a lava erupting from a volcano.
“ fuck! “
I bit down on my lower lip after a pleasure cry escaped me. I could feel a knot forming in my stomach and I moaned loudly. My hand gripping my tit hard, squeezing making me gasp.
A cry of pleasure escaped my lips and my eyes fluttered open when ……… my half closed, half dazed eyes met a pair of black eyes that were darkened.
My gaze stuck on the man …… leaning against the wall right in front of me staring at the sinful sight. My breath got caught in my throat as the pleasure died.
It was …… my father’s best friend.
My best friend’s uncle.
My cheeks burnt in shame.
“ I-I…… ”
I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I was shocked to find him here. I-it was not possible for him to be here.
My hands trembled as I slowly pulled my hand away from my throbbing pussy that wanted a release so bad.
I could not believe that I was finger fucking myself …… in front of this hot Greek God.
My supposed uncle.
Luciano Morelli.
. . . AUTHORS’S POV The first light of dawn crept through the gauzy curtains of their bedroom, painting the walls in soft hues of gold and rose. The air was cool, a gentle spring breeze slipping through the cracked window, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine from the garden below. The world outside was just waking, but inside, time seemed to pause, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of Luciano and Adeline’s shared sanctuary. Adeline stirred beneath the tangled sheets, her dark hair spilling across the pillow like ink on parchment. Her skin glowed faintly in the morning light, still warm from sleep, and she stretched lazily, a soft hum escaping her lips. She blinked her eyes open, catching sight of Luciano beside her—propped up on one elbow, his gaze already fixed on her with an intensity that made her heart flutter. His dark hair was tousled, his bare chest rising and falling steadily, and a slow, mischievous smile played on his lips. “Morning, beautiful
. . . AUTHORS’S POV The grand cathedral was awash with golden light streaming through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the polished stone floors. Rows of pews were filled with family and friends, their faces beaming with anticipation and joy. The air was thick with the scent of fresh lilies and roses, arranged in lavish bouquets that lined the aisle. At the heart of it all stood Adeline, a vision of breathtaking beauty, though her heart raced with a nervous flutter she couldn’t quite tame. Her wedding gown was a masterpiece—ivory silk cascading over her frame in delicate layers, the bodice adorned with intricate lace that shimmered faintly in the light. A long, gossamer veil trailed behind her, catching the soft breeze that slipped through the open doors. Her dark hair was swept up elegantly, adorned with tiny pearls that glinted like stars. She was stunning, radiant, yet her hands trembled slightly as s
. . . AUTHOR’S POV “Oh my God, Adeline, I knew there was something going on between you two!” Eva nodded vigorously, her hands clasped together. “We all knew, honestly. The tension between you guys was so obvious!” Rose smirked as she leaned in. “And now look at you, pregnant with uncle Luciano’s child! This is huge.” Adeline, still overwhelmed, wiped at her tear-streaked face and tried to catch her breath. “You guys… this isn’t—” “It is happening,” Kiara interrupted with a knowing smile. “And you need to start accepting it.” Alessandra, watching the girls fuss over Adeline, smiled warmly before stepping forward. “Adeline, are you happy?” Her voice was gentle, yet firm. “Because that’s what matters most.” Adeline looked up, her teary eyes meeting Alessandra’s. She hesitated, emotions swirling inside her like a storm. Was she happy? Everything had happened so fast—too fast. She had barely even processed it. But when she thought about it
The dining room had been filled with laughter and warmth just moments ago. Everyone was finally at peace, enjoying a rare moment of normalcy after the chaos that had ruled their lives for so long. But now, all of that had disappeared. Adeline gripped the edges of the sink, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. Her stomach churned violently, and she barely managed to keep herself upright as another wave of nausea rolled over her. Her hands trembled as she wiped the corner of her mouth, her mind racing at an uncontrollable speed. Pregnant? The thought hit her like a bullet, making her knees weaken beneath her. It couldn’t be. Could it? The signs were all there—the constant fatigue, the sudden cravings, the unusual weight gain, the nausea. She had brushed them off, thinking it was stress or just her body adjusting after everything that had happened. But now… A warm, firm hand landed on her back. “Adeline,” Luciano’s voice was steady, but there was an u
. . . AUTHOR’S POV The evening air was crisp, wrapping around Adeline like an unwelcome reminder of the past. As she stepped out of the sleek black car, her heels clicking softly against the stone pavement, a sickening wave of nausea hit her like a tidal wave. The moment her feet touched the ground, her chest tightened. This place—this very ground—was where Leonardo had screamed his last breath, where Bianca’s body had burned. The memory of that night clawed at her mind, vivid and unforgiving. The scent of smoke and blood seemed to linger in the air, as if the earth itself had absorbed the sins of that night. Her throat constricted, and her stomach twisted violently. Eva, stepping out beside her, immediately noticed. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. Adeline swallowed, forcing herself to nod. “Yeah. Just… memories.” Eva didn’t press but gently squeezed her hand. Ahead of them, Charles had already made his way inside, his pres
. . . AUTHOR’S POV The warm glow of the vanity lights cast a soft radiance over the room as Adeline applied the final touches of her makeup. She ran her hands down the smooth fabric of her short, form-fitting dress, appreciating how it accentuated her curves in just the right way. The deep color contrasted beautifully with her skin, making her look effortlessly elegant yet subtly seductive. Eva, standing by the mirror adjusting her earrings, turned to look at Adeline and let out an approving hum. “Damn, Adeline, you look stunning.” A small chuckle escaped Adeline’s lips as she twirled slightly, checking her reflection. “You think so?” Eva grinned. “Oh, I know so. If you weren’t my best friend, I’d probably be jealous.” Adeline smirked. “That’s what I like to hear.” Eva walked closer, giving her an exaggerated once-over. “Seriously, though. You’re glowing tonight. Did something happen?” Adeline scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh, please. I think i
. . . AUTHOR’S POV The once chaotic mansion had settled into an eerie stillness. A week had passed since that fateful night—the night fire had swallowed their enemies whole. The night that had left them all scarred in ways they had yet to understand. Adeline had barely left her room. She laid curled up in bed, her body wrapped in the warmth of the blankets, but it wasn’t just the blankets that held her. Vladimir refused to let go. The sixteen-year-old clung to her like a lifeline, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his head resting against her shoulder as he slept. For the first time in what felt like forever, they had been able to sleep peacefully. No nightmares. No fear. No waking up to the sound of gunfire or the cries of the dying. But peace didn’t mean healing. The wounds were still there—fresh, raw, and bleeding beneath the surface. Luciano had kept his distance from them, knowing they needed time to breathe. He had taken control
. . . AUTHOR’S POV The night was thick with the scent of blood and burning hatred. Leonardo laid merely breathing on the ground, broken beyond repair. His body twitched, spasming in pain, his breath ragged and uneven. Blood pooled beneath him, staining the dirt, soaking into his clothes. But even as his strength faded, his pride remained. Even now, he smirked through the agony. A twisted, delusional smile—one that dared them to do worse. Charles started laughing. A slow, mocking chuckle that sent a chill through the gathered crowd. The men of Luciano’s mafia stood with their heads hung low, not daring to interfere. The women—Alessandra, Angelina, Isabella, Aurora, Kiara, Rose—all watched in silence, their faces a mixture of horror and disbelief. This was not just a punishment. This was an execution. Luciano stood still, his dark eyes empty, watching his brother bleed out like it meant nothing. Adeline felt Eva tremble beside her, her grip tightening
. . . AUTHOR’S POV The scent of blood, sweat, and expensive whiskey lingered, mixing with the heavy bass of the music that still vibrated faintly in the background. The moment had stretched so thin it felt like time itself had paused. Elena’s lifeless body laid on the floor, her once-beautiful face frozen in shock, blood seeping from the bullet wound on her forehead, staining the cold marble beneath her. But no one in the room seemed to mourn her. Charles had his gun raised, his hand steady, his face void of emotion. Leonardo stood unfazed, his lips curling into an amused smirk, his sharp eyes flicking between Charles and Luciano. Adeline stood rooted in place, her heart pounding painfully against her ribs. She had expected bloodshed tonight, but not like this—not this soon, this mercilessly. And then came the revelation. Leonardo’s voice, mocking and unbothered. “Will you kill your own brother for someone else?” A cold shiver raced down Adeline’s spi
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