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Amelia's POV
It was a boring afternoon and I was tired of waiting for Alessandro to speak to me first after so many hours of giving him a silent treatment.
That idiot. I was still angry at him for what he did yesterday. Why should he taunt me?
I needed to speak to someone to cool off my temper. My eyes almost fell off when I entered Vesper's room.
Two naked bodies on the bed, one slamming and the other moaning.
The slammer — Gianni and the moaner? My dear Vesper.
Shit! Heavenly father in heaven! What was that?! I ran away, clutching my chest like this was the first time I would witness something like this.
Did they get back together? Did Gianni accept the pregnancy as his?
Gosh. I balled my fists angrily. Now, I'm turned on by that steamy scene and I can't even go to that bastard for sex.
I feel like I'm screwed. I looked down at my chest and just a I had thought, my nipples were erected.
Shit! I slapped the two watermelons, hoping they would calm he fuck down but they only seemed to get more furious.
"Hi!" I jumped when someone tugged my shirt from behind. It was Vivianne.
"You scared me." I sighed, rubbing my chest. She giggled and I rolled my eyes at her. If anyone ever told me this girl would actually be this sweet then I would've proved them to be a liar.
"Well, did I?"
"You rat!" I hissed as we walked to our regular spot in the garden. The guards had their eyes on us all the time and I was starting to get annoyed. It has been this wt ever since that incident with Fountain. That bitch.
Was Alessandro scared of me escaping the house again?
"I just spoke to mom earlier and she said she'd be coming down to Italy in a few days." Vivianne said, her voice bubbling with excitement.
"Really?" My face lit up. "Then that means you'd be returning to the US soon?"
Vivianne nodded. "Yeah. I'd miss you, Mel." She hugged me and I patted her hair softly.
"You can always call me when you miss me."
Vivianne pouted. "Yeah that's a good idea but you don't have a phone. I'd always have to call you through Alessandro's phone and he isn't always available to pick his calls."
"Maybe I might get one before then." I said even though I knew the case was far from that. Alessandro would never get me a phone since that would be a means of connecting with others, the ones he knew and didn't.
That was his exact description of keeping me safe. He doesn't want me to go on socialising with enemies.
Ah. Funny. I knew I'd be stuck in this cave forever.
"I'm kinda nervous about meeting my soon-to-be dad." Vivianne sighed. "How am I sure he isn't like the others? Will he cheat on mom and abandon her?" She looked at me with a pout on her lips and I pulled her into a tight hug.
"No, Anne. Stop being skeptical. Just have it at the back of your mind that this wouldn't end up like the others." I assured her. "Everyday doesn't have to be a bad one, there would always be a day we wish would never end— one filled with happiness and fulfilment. It mightn't only be a day but can extend to years and even more. We could stay happy for the rest of our lives."
Yes, a happy day would come when Alessandro would love me truly and stop being thinking that the best way of showing love is being too domineering and brutal.
*****
Unknown POV
Location ~ Chicago
I shoved the curtains aside, letting the moon shine its illuminating rays through the dark room. I raised the photo in my hand, watching the beautiful creature with that cute smile on her face.
One day I would find her and just one day, she'd be mine. Only Mine, forever.
It has been so many years of separation. So many years without her. I had been apart from my heart's beloved— the one I've grown to love and have always craved for.
I wanted her to see beyond the informal relationship we shared. I needed her to notice the affection that always glittered in my eyes while we giggled and cracked jokes.
But no, she was too blind to see. Too blinded to see that I had never only wanted to be just a big brother figure but something more.
I remembered that night when we got drunk on her 14th birthday and kissed. She was angry and I almost lost her.
I had to blame it on alcohol even though it was nothing but a lie.
I have always loved her. I have always yearned for her.
I kept the one picture of her I had left in the drawer and got into the bathroom to take a cold shower.
The thought of it made me sick. 'Cause I knew this was just yet another night of self torture. Another fucking night of craving for what I doubted would ever end up being mine.
I stood under the shower, letting the cold water wash away the hurt I've held in my burning heart for years. I knew it would never do but this could just ease and save me from breaking further, if not no more but tonight.
My fingers slid down my body, trailing past my abdomen. I stopped when it reached my manhood and just like every night, I fondled with my cock, giving myself self pleasure.
One that would only last while I still had my hands on my body. Once I stepped out of this fucking torture centre of a bathroom, the feeling would be lost like a needle dropped in the deep ocean, dwelling amongst the crabs beneath the sea.
A moan slid down my tongue as I pulled and rubbed my dick further.
I felt the warm liquid on my palm and when I looked down, I let out a deep sigh.
I wished I dumped this thick and sticky cum of mine in her pussy, spill it on her tits and not my palm.
A night of steamy pleasure and bodies slamming, where we'd share a sinful proximity.
Would that ever be possible? Can I ever get my cock between her legs? Can I ever bury all of me in between her pussy split.
Just one night if crazy orgasm was all I wished for. If it could extend then I would be grateful.
But to get that I have find her first. I couldn't keep on fucking her in my head.