LOGINAlessia De Santis was born into a legacy, but bred for obedience.She had a dream of being a fashion designer but it was swept under the rug because she was promised since birth to the calm and perfect Marco Bellendi, her life was meant to be polished, controlled, and silent. But one wild night shattered everything, and her parents shipped her off to Italy to “straighten out.” She expected lectures. She didn’t expect a secret marriage to the most feared mafia heir in the country,Lorenzo Vitale. She never imagined her bodyguard would be her ex…her step uncle! Salvatore Vitale, Lorenzo’s cold, dominant elder brother… the man who once destroyed her family, and the only one who ever truly saw her. As buried secrets ignite a deadly war, Alessia must choose: submit to the world she was born into, or burn it all down with the man who wants her body, her soul… and maybe her crown. Two brothers. One obsession. A dream which she dreams to fufil.And a queen no one saw coming.
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I sighed as I flopped back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. It had been a long day and I was exhausted, both mentally and physically. But there was an ache between my legs that wouldn't go away, no matter how much I tried to ignore it.
I let my hand drift down to the waistband of my panties, slipping a finger beneath the elastic. My pussy was already wet, swollen with need. I hadn't been with anyone since Salvatore left, and it was starting to take its toll on my body.
I closed my eyes, letting my mind drift back to happier times. To Salvatore's strong hands roaming over my body, his mouth hot on my skin. His huge hands grabbing my ass, I could practically feel his cock pushing inside me, stretching me open…
With a groan, I shoved my panties down and started to touch myself in earnest. Two fingers plunged into my tight hole while my thumb rubbed firm circles over my clit. My hips bucked up to meet my hand, desperate for more friction.
I pictured his face as he fucked me hard and fast, those intense hazel and amber eyes boring into mine. "You're so fucking beautiful," he'd grunt, sweat dripping down his chest. "I love you so much, baby."
Tears pricked at my eyes but I didn't stop moving my hand. I was so fucking wrong for doing this, I taught I was over him. But I couldn't help it. My body craved him so badly.
My fingers moved faster, curling just right to rub against that sweet spot inside. My breath came in sharp pants, tits heaving with each breath. I was so close...
"I miss you," I whimpered out loud, the words slipping past her lips before she could stop them. "I miss your cock, baby. I need you,damn it!."
I came with a sob, pussy clenching hard around my fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. It was bittersweet though, the orgasm fading too soon and leaving me feeling empty once again.
Damn it!! He ruined my family and still I craved him. Then I remembered that he now hates me and so do I. Fuck he is my stepuncle!
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Alessia’s POV
I'm sitting at the counter, nursing my drink and watching the partygoers. My mind keeps drifting back to him, to the way he touched me last time we were together. I can still feel his fingers inside me, stroking me just right.
I know it's easy to say…when you’re done with your ex,move on to the next…but it hasn't been easy for me to move on!. I still crave for the bastard!
I’m still surprised that I had no idea I was dating my step uncle,not until my step mom made it clear to me after he ruined my family.
I crave for the sex, I crave his dick, I crave the princess treatment. He was so breathtaking back then. Everyone literally craved for our relationship…until the worst happened and we had to go separate ways.
I'm wet, so wet. My pussy is throbbing with need, aching to be filled. I take a sip of my drink, letting the alcohol burn down my throat. It's the only thing that can take the edge off, even if just for a little while.
"Hey there," a smooth voice says beside me, startling me out of my memories. I look over to see Jake, one of the guys in my psych class. He's been flirting with me for weeks now. These days I don't stick to one guy…I simply flirt with them all.
"Oh, hey Jake," I say, giving him a small smile. "What's up?"
"Not much," he shrugs, leaning against the counter next to me. "Just thought I'd come say hi. You look amazing, by the way."
"Thanks," I murmur, taking another sip of my drink. His eyes follow the movement, lingering on my lips. There's a heated look in them that makes my stomach flip.
He leans in closer, his hand brushing my thigh. "I've been thinking about you, Alessia. About all the things I want to do to you and the way you flirted last time.”
I shiver at his words, feeling a rush of heat between my legs. It's been so long since anyone touched me like that. I'm practically aching for it. Hallelujah he knew it was a flirt…I wasn't ready to be anyone’s girlfriend.
“Remember your tease last time?” He asked burying his face into my neck giving me kisses. I arch my neck to give me better access. Well,last time the tease wasn't funny and I guess he is here to make me pay for that.
Jake takes the glass from my hand and sets it on the counter. Then his fingers are back on my thigh, slowly sliding up under the hem of my dress.
"I can tell you want it," he purrs, his hand creeping higher.
“Then you are a good mind reader.” I said,biting my lip.
"Your pussy is so wet for me already, isn't it?"
The wetness isn't for you,damn it!.
"Jake..." I breathe, but I don't stop him as his hand disappears under my dress completely. I'm not wearing panties, which only makes things worse but good…
He lets out a low groan as he feels my bare pussy, hot and slick with arousal. "Fuck, you're dripping. You need this so bad, don't you baby?"
I needed Salvatore to do this, not him but…oh well.
I can only whimper in response as he starts to stroke my folds, teasing my entrance. His other hand comes up to play with my breasts through my dress, pinching and rolling my nipples until they're hard little peaks.
"Look at you," he chuckles darkly. "Already so ready for me. Such a dirty girl."
I know I should stop him, tell him to back off. But I'm too far gone, too desperate for his touch to burn something that was on fire within me.
So instead I just spread my legs wider, giving him better access.
He takes the hint and plunges two fingers deep inside me without warning. I cry out, gripping the edge of the counter as he starts to pump them in and out.
"You're so fucking tight," he groans, curling his fingers just right to rub against that sensitive spot inside. "I bet you have never felt this good for ages."
My eyes fly open at that, shame crashing over me. He's right, it's been months since I've had a proper orgasm. I've been too busy pining over a guy who left me behind.
But even as Jake fingers me deeper, faster, I can't help but compare him to him. The way he'd touch me, like he owned me. The filthy things he'd whisper in my ear...
"Harder," I pant, bucking my hips against Jake's hand. "Please, make me come."
He complies, adding a third finger and fucking me hard and fast. I can hear how wet I am, obscene squelching noises filling the club room but everyone was to busy to notice that a desperate girl was being finger fucked.
I'm so close, I can feel it building deep inside me. But just as I'm about to tip over the edge, my dad's voice yells out,
"Alessia! What the hell is going on here?!”
Alessia’s POVI squeezed my eyes shut.The metal barrel pressed cold and steady against my forehead. I could feel the ridged texture of the silencer, the faint vibration of the man’s hand. My heart thundered so violently I thought it might burst before the bullet did. Every breath tasted like blood and dust. Every second stretched into eternity.I waited for the end.For the pressure. For the flash and for death. But nothing came.Only a soft, metallic click.The gun was empty. A beat of stunned silence.Then the man holding my hair cursed under his breath. “Merda.”The woman snarled from somewhere behind him. “You idiot! Reload!”The pressure on my scalp eased as the man shifted, fumbling. My head fell forward, chin to chest. I sucked in a ragged breath, it was a half-sob and a half-laugh. I was alive, for now.And then the world exploded.Gunfire erupted outside. I heard shouts in Italian. The crash of a metal door made me jerk.The kidnappers spun toward the noise.“Che cazzo—” one
Alessia’s POVThe first thing I felt was the cold. It seeped through the thin fabric of my coat, through my skin, into my bones. I felt the concrete underneath me and damn was it rough. My wrists were bound behind my back with zip ties that cut deeper every time I moved. My ankles were tied too, forcing me into an awkward sitting position against a metal support beam in the middle of what smelled like an abandoned warehouse.I inhaled dust. I saw oil around and some blood. Somewhere water dripped in a slow, maddening rhythm.My head throbbed. Whatever they had injected me with left a chemical burn in my veins and a fog in my brain. I remembered the park, the van, the prick in my neck. After that, only fragments: being dragged across gravel, a hood over my head, the slam of a door.Now the hood was gone. Dim light filtered through cracked skylights high above, painting everything in sickly gray. Stacks of rotting crates and broken machinery loomed like silent witnesses. The air was s
Salvatore’s POVI should have been halfway to Francesca’s parents with a box of pastiera on the passenger seat, ready to marriage. Instead I sat in the small security office off the garage, staring at the bank of monitors that showed every camera in and around the penthouse.Something felt wrong.It had been gnawing at me since dawn. A restlessness I could not name. I had canceled the visit to Francesca’s family with a short message. She would be furious. Her father would demand explanations. I did not care.Alessia had left the building alone at 9:42 a.m. I watched the recording now, frame by frame. She wore the camel coat, the long cream scarf, hair loose down her back. She looked calm, almost peaceful, as she stepped into the elevator. The doors closed. The lobby camera caught her crossing the marble floor, nodding to the doorman, disappearing through the revolving doors into the bright winter light.After that, nothing.No camera covered the street directly in front, only the side
~Francesca’s POV~The clock on my bedroom wall ticked louder than it ever had before. 11:47 a.m. He was supposed to be here by ten.Salvatore.I had waited for this day for months. Today he was meant to come to my parents’ house, sit at our dining table, drink my father’s grappa, and finally set a date for the wedding we had talked about for centuries!. My mother had prepared braciole. My father had worn his best suit. I had chosen the pale blue dress he once said made my eyes look like the sea in Calabria.And he had not come.There was no call, no message. Nothing! I even tried calling him but all my calls went to voicemail.I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the skirt for the hundredth time, but my hands shook. The reflection staring back looked perfect: hair curled, makeup flawless, smile practiced. Inside, everything was unraveling.He was slipping away. I had felt it for weeks. Ever since he took that “bodyguard” post. Ever since he started guarding Alessia.The name tast












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