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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 sound of the bell rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. Finally! School is over!I exhaled a long breath and packed up my sketchbook, slipping it carefully into my bag. The day had stretched on forever, my nerves tied up since that strange run-in earlier. Every time I blinked, I could still see him,tall, sleeves rolled, tattoos curling over his skin like shadows that had memorized his body.I shook my head hard. Stop it, Vittoria.The name still felt strange on my tongue, like wearing shoes that didn’t fit but pretending they did.I stepped out of the building, the golden hue of evening spilling over the courtyard. The moment I spotted Matteo’s car at the gate, relief washed through me. He leaned casually against the hood, arms crossed, dark hair slightly messy, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me.“Hey, you survived another day,” he teased as I approached.I rolled my eyes. “Barely.”He opened the car door for me with that quiet protectiveness that alwa
Salvatore's POV I hadn’t been outside in weeks. Maybe months. The walls of my penthouse had become my cage ever since I and Alessia disconnected.Every morning felt the same. Cold coffee. Empty room. Another plan to leave this mess that alcohol got me into…But today… Today felt different.The sun was out, not that I cared much for it. I didn’t believe in perfect days,not anymore. Still, something about this one made me step out. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was madness.Either way, I found myself standing before the gates of the university, surrounded by the noise of youth. It was filled with laughter, chatter and that restless energy of people who hadn’t yet learned what loss feels like.My men were scattered around, keeping their distance but close enough to act if I gave a sign. I told them not to draw attention. We were here to find someone, not scare a city.It’s been years since I last saw her and yet, the memory of her had refused to fade. It clung to me like the smoke from
I stood up slowly, brushing bits of grass from my clothes and trying to steady my breathing. My heart still hammered like it hadn’t gotten the message that the danger was over. I looked around quickly, no more men in black suits, no more deadly glares, just the open field, the wind, and my very obvious panic.I turned to the glass window nearby and groaned out loud the second I caught my reflection. “Brava, genius,” I muttered, pushing a loose strand of blonde behind my ear. “You literally changed your entire look and forgot about it.”The girl staring back at me didn’t even look like Alessia De Santis anymore. She looked sharper, fiercer. The straight blonde hair with bangs, the ink trailing softly along her skin, even the glint in her eyes, that wasn’t the old me. So why on earth was I acting like her? Why did I run?I sighed while I shook my head, and decided to move before my luck ran out. I walked toward another part of the field. It was quieter and emptier then I quickly pulled
My senses went completely blur as he turned to face me and I drank him in like I’d been starved.The sunlight caught against his rolled-up sleeves, the muscles beneath his tanned skin flexing slightly as he moved. Tattoos peeked from under his cuffs and they traced the length of his forearms. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, just two undone buttons… enough for me to see the faint lines of his chest.And God help me, he looked sinful.My breath hitched. My thoughts tangled. The pain from the fall was gone,all I could feel was his presence.His gaze slid down, slow and steady, until it landed on me. For a heartbeat, the world stood still.The man chasing me suddenly came into view behind me, panting, his steps slowing as he saw who stood before him. The moment his eyes landed on the man I’d bumped into, his face drained of color.He didn’t move at first. He just stood there, silent and calm, the kind of calm that made your blood run cold. One of Salvatore's hands slid lazily
Days passed, and school had started to settle into a rhythm. Surprisingly, everything was going smoothly…smoother than I’d expected, actually. My classmates were… polite enough, some even trying to get closer, but I wasn’t interested in friends who only wanted to admire the “new me.” I had bigger things on my mind. Bigger things than gossip, whispers, and shallow smiles.The hallways still felt massive, filled with chatter and laughter, but I had learned how to navigate them. Gracefully and quietly, and most importantly, without tripping over the mess of people who didn’t matter.Francesca? She had completely disappeared. Not a trace, not a whispered insult, nothing. Almost suspiciously so. I didn’t dwell on it, if she wanted to avoid me, that was her choice. I had better things to do than waste energy on someone who had already been reduced to a ghost in my life.It was a warm afternoon, the sun casting gentle shadows across the school courtyard. I had escaped to the quieter end of
I glanced at the name inscribed on the building. Threads Of Sicily… Even the name made my pulse quicken. I hesitated at the heavy oak door, my fingers brushing the carved emblem of a needle crossed with a thread. A faint scent of lavender and fresh fabric drifted through the hall.I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Sunlight spilled through tall windows, catching on racks of partially finished gowns and bolts of fabric stacked like towers. Sketches adorned the walls, pinned with delicate gold clips. Mannequins posed in corners, draped in half‑formed dresses that seemed to pulse with possibility. A long table dominated the center, cluttered with colored pencils, measuring tapes, spools of thread, and jars of buttons that glinted like treasure. I swallowed hard. This wasn’t just a club. This was a world I could sink into, I thought my dreams had been thrown away but no,I am one step away from making it happen. Students were seated as if they were waiting for someone to arrive.I







