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*Prologue*
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 POV The peck on the cheek lingered longer than any full kiss ever could have.I stood frozen in the living room long after Salvatore disappeared down the hallway, fingers pressed to the spot where his lips had rested. Warmth radiated from my skin like he had branded me there. My stomach fluttered wildly, a swarm of butterflies that refused to settle. One second he was distant, respectful, keeping every touch careful and chaste. The next he looked at me like I was the only person breathing in the entire city.I could not understand him anymore.Guila’s voice pulled me back to reality. “Dinner in ten. And breathe, cara. You look like you just saw a ghost.”I managed a weak smile and sank onto the sofa again, legs still unsteady. The butterflies refused to leave. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the soft press of his mouth, the way he had lingered just long enough to make my pulse race, then pulled away like nothing had happened.Dinner passed in a blur. Lorenzo returned fro
Alessia's POV The week unfolded beautifully despite the tension that lingered between us.We stayed in the hotel suite, cut off from the world. Salvatore arranged everything with quiet efficiency: meals delivered three times a day, fresh linens, my favorite tea, even a small sewing machine when I mentioned wanting to work on sketches. He turned the sitting area into a temporary studio, moving furniture without complaint, laying out bolts of fabric he must have had delivered overnight.He was there for every breath I took.He woke before me, brought breakfast on a tray, fed me small bites when bending forward pulled at my ribs. He changed dressings with the same steady hands that had once held guns, applied arnica to fading bruises, held compresses to my swollen cheek until the ache eased. When nightmares dragged me from sleep,he was already awake, pulling me against his chest, murmuring soft words in dialect until I drifted off again.He ignored every phone call.The screen lit const
Alessia’s POVForgiveness did not come easily.I wanted it to. Some part of me ached for the simplicity of letting go, of leaning into his chest and pretending the years of silence, bitterness, the bruises on my body, the terror of the warehouse could be erased with a single embrace. But every time I looked at him, I saw the secrets he had kept. The choices he had made without me. The life he had lived that had almost cost me mine and what he did to my family.So I stayed.Not because I had forgiven him but because leaving felt impossible.He didn’t push. He didn’t ask for absolution or declarations. He simply existed in the space I allowed him.Evening crept in through the heavy hotel curtains. The room was warm, softly lit by a single lamp. Salvatore disappeared for a while and returned pushing a room-service cart. Simple food: clear broth, plain rice, steamed vegetables, a little grilled chicken cut into small pieces. Nothing heavy. He had asked the doctor what would be kindest to
He carried me for what felt like forever, long after my threat to kill him if he put me down had lost its edge. His arms never wavered. I stayed curled against his chest on the sofa, listening to the steady thump of his heart, letting the warmth of him chase away the last chills of the warehouse. Sicily glittered beyond the windows, indifferent and beautiful, as if the city hadn’t almost lost a precious soul like me today.Eventually my legs stopped trembling and the dizziness ebbed. I shifted in his lap, testing my balance.“I think I can stand now,” I murmured.He didn’t argue. He simply rose, still holding me, and carried me back to the bed. This time when he lowered me onto the pillows, I didn’t protest. The mattress was soft. He arranged the covers over me with careful hands, then sat on the edge, close enough that his knee brushed the blanket.The room was quiet except for the distant hum of the city and our breathing.I studied his face in the low lamplight. Exhaustion etched l
Francesca’s POVThe pain in my leg was nothing compared to the fire in my chest. I had hit my leg against the door, when I heard that Salvatore appeared like Prince Charming and saved her!I had gone to the safe house after Salvatore left the sight of what I saw made me very pissed. I sat in the back of a nondescript car. I was being driven back home. When I heard that Salvatore had come for her, I thought it was a joke till I saw it myself.He had raided the warehouse like a one-man army, took out half my crew in minutes, and carried Alessia out in his arms like some romantic hero.She was alive and safe…with him.I wanted to scream until my throat bled.All of it—years of waiting, of careful planning, of believing he was mine alone—gone. Stolen by that spoiled, pretty bitch who didn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as him.I had been very sure the kidnapping would end her. I had been sure that no one would come to her rescue or find her and even if they did, it would be too l
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







