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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?!”
I didn’t even hear Guila’s first words. My head was ringing too loudly, stuffed with panic and humiliation. Pearls still clung to my palms like tiny reminders of my failure. I tried to breathe, tried to blink the tears away, I tried to think,but my chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself.“Alessia, hey,hey,look at me,” Guila said, reaching for my shoulders.I jerked away. “Don’t,just don’t talk to me right now.”“But we can fix…”“No, we can’t.” My voice broke, and I hated how fragile it sounded. “We searched everywhere today! Everywhere, Guila! There is no other fabric. That was my last hope. The competition is in two days. What exactly do you want me to fix, huh?”Her eyes softened. “We can buy another…”“Another what?” I snapped. “Another fabric? Another design? Another month of stress? Because I’m not seeing it!”She blinked at me, startled, but I was shaking from both anger and that ugly, hopeless heaviness kneeling on my chest.She reached out again. “Alessia, I get it. Y
~A Day Later~The shopkeeper’s words hit me like a slap.“I’m sorry, signorina. That fabric is out of stock.”For a second, everything around me blurred. The shelves, the rolls of fabric, the people moving behind me—everything went watery, like I was underwater and slowly sinking. My heart dropped to my stomach.Out of stock? Now? Two days before the competition?Guila’s hand instantly wrapped around my arm. “Alessia… hey, breathe. We’ll keep looking.”My chest felt too tight to breathe properly, but I nodded anyway. I didn’t trust my voice not to crack.We stepped out of the shop, the sunlight bright and cruel. I had a particular fabric in mind,if not that fabric,then I'm not going for anyone because if I used another fabric,it won't be like what I pictured in my head.Guila squeezed my shoulder. “Come on. Sicily has a thousand shops. We’ll find it.”So we went.Shop after shop. Street after street.Fabric stores, tiny boutiques, high-end supply places, even shady little stalls tucke
The quiet in my room was finally beginning to feel like comfort. I had spread the sketch papers on my bed, pencils lined up beside them, and was trying—really trying—to force an idea out of my tired brain. Nothing was coming. Not a silhouette, not a spark, not even an ugly scribble I could pretend was “artistic exploration.”I exhaled loudly and let myself fall back on the bed. The silence wrapped around me like a blanket. Good. I needed it. I deserved at least five minutes without stress, without thinking of school, competitions, Francesca, or—The door opened.Of course.Salvatore walked in like he owned the house. Well, technically he did, but still. The audacity. The absolute audacity.I groaned and didn’t even bother hiding it.“What are you doing in here?”He didn’t answer right away. He rarely did. Instead, he stepped further into the room. Then he held out the telephone receiver toward me.I blinked.“What?”He didn’t say a word. Just kept holding it out.“Who is it?” I asked.
By the time the car dropped me off at the house, I felt like my bones were made of melted wax. The excitement from school had drained out of me, replaced with the kind of exhaustion that lived deep in the chest, not the body.I dragged myself upstairs, tossed my bag on the bed, and collapsed face-first beside it. I didn’t even bother taking off my shoes. My brain felt like cotton, stuffed with deadlines, designs, thunder from last night, Francesca’s venomous words, Salvatore’s stare—Ugh. I needed a break.I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. Just then, I remember someone special that I haven't spoken to for a while.I reached for my phone and dialed Matteo.He picked up on the third ring.“Alessia?” His voice was warm and familiar, and suddenly I missed home more than I expected.“Hey,” I breathed, closing my eyes. “Just checking on you. I'm so sorry I didn't call when I got here. I got choked up with things. Hope Lorenzo isn't torturing you.”“It’s okay Principessa,I underst
ALESSIA'S POV For the past few days, I’d been doing everything humanly possible to ignore Salvatore. And God, it was exhausting.Every time I heard his footsteps somewhere in the house, every time his presence brushed against mine like static, every time I felt those eyes on me,my stupid heart twitched. And I hated that. I hated that he still had that kind of effect on me. I hated that he could hurt me without even touching me.To think he even called Francesca over.The thought alone made my chest tighten. It shouldn't have. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t feel anything. And I absolutely, definitely, completely wasn’t allowed to feel jealous.So I didn’t. I smiled instead, I forced myself to smile. I acted unbothered. Hallelujah, I didn't fall deeply again. I refused to. Hold on a second,I was falling before? Damn you Alessia! But every time I remembered Francesca’s hand fixing my hair… her whisper… those ugly words;“Let go of him before you hurt yourself.”I felt something inside m
I couldn’t sleep. Her words wouldn’t let me. “Don’t be a cheat.”That one sentence slammed into my chest over and over like a hammer striking bone. I kept replaying her face. Those red, wounded eyes,as if someone had carved them into my memory with a hot blade. That wasn’t anger. That was betrayal. That was pain. What did Francesca tell her? What the hell did she do?No one knew I was engaged to Francesca except Francesca and maybe Lorenzo,but that bastard's too busy thinking of how to be smarter than me.I sat on the edge of my bed, knuckles pressed to my forehead, elbows digging into my thighs, breathing like I survived an accident. My body was exhausted but my mind—my mind was wide awake. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her pushing my hand away. That look on her face… God. I’d rather get shot than look at that again.The next few days were worse. She didn’t yell. She didn’t fight. She didn’t even look at me. She moved around me like I was wallpaper,just air in the room. She car







