49.
Amelia's POV.
I hissed, walking out of Vivianne's room. I really wanted to know what she meant by Alessandro and I reminded her of her scars.
That girl….she was so difficult to tame. Maybe if I wanted know more about Vivianne then I have to get closer to her and make her trust me.
I'd just accept to be her nanny and see how things go.
Ameila you've gotten so many titles, now you're not only that dickhead sex slave but also his niece's nanny.
Could my life get any worst?
I was walking back to my room when I met some girls of my age.
They stood by the corner, pointing at me as they laughed out loud.
I looked around, wondering what might have caused their crazy laughter but found nothing.
Wait, were they really mocking me?
"Here comes the Don's cum dump!" The red haired laughed and her friends joined in.
This reminded me of the Orphanage home where I grew up. These girls reminded me of the bully.
Why do I always have to meet so many set of crazy people in my life?
"Do you use contraceptives before fucking the Don? You know I think a scandal would soon break out when a slave like you gets pregnant for Don DeMarco." The blue eyed one said and I bit my bottom lip in provocation, balling my fists.
"Oops, cum dump is angry!" The ponytail girl gasped, her voice filled with disgust. "You don't have to be, it's just an advice. Don't cause scandalous news, okay? You pathetic soul."
Normally, I would have talked back at them and gave them an handful too but come to think of it, these girls were right when though they were just idiots.
I'm just Alessandro's cum dump, yes that's right. He'd never see me differently. He'd never feel for me the way I felt for him.
His heart would never thud loudly the way mine does when the thoughts of him clouds my soul.
I bumped into a hard chest and as I looked up, I was met with a pair of familiar green eyes.
I quickly wiped the tears off my face and pulled away from his grip.
The first three buttons of his shirt on me were left unbuttoned and that gave him an opportunity to stare hungrily at me; at a part of my exposed breasts.
Did I just say opportunity? Hell, Alessandro could get anything he wanted from me without even trying.
From sucking to licking me, teasing and fucking me.
I felt like I didn't want this anymore but each time I took a step backward, I found myself moving closer, taking extra steps closer.
The more my gaze locked with Alessandro's, the more I got reminded of the words those girls had mentioned earlier.
More tears came streaming down and Alessandro frowned as he moved closer to me but I raised my palm to stop him before he could move any further.
"Don't touch me, please." I added, sniffing back more tears that threatened to fall. "You're the cause of all of it, after all. Don't you dare pretend as if you care. You don't fucking give a damn, do you?!" I yelled, hitting him hard on the chest and he pulled me into a hug, caressing my hair.
I just wanted to run away from his sight but as he pulled me into a tight embrace, the manly scent of his cologne wafted through my nose and I swear that it made me hug him tightly.
Everything about him just intoxicates me and even though I feel like I was doing the wrong thing with him all the time, I just can't help but want more of him.
More of his kiss, more...of his warm tongue rolling over my wet clit and more of his lips on mine.
"What's wrong, my amoretto?" Alessandro asked and I was taken a back. Did he just call me his little love!
This wasn't the first time I was hearing it but it sounded so soft and appealing to my ears and immediately I stopped crying.
Oh how this man changes a lot. The last time he was all angry at me but now he was acting all caring.
Why Alessandro? Why do you always have to charm me into wanting more of you. The pleasure, touch.. esctasy...everything.
"I….am I really your cum dump, Alessandro? What do I mean to you, please tell me?" I asked amidst tears as I broke from the hug and stared into his perfect eyes that sent a cold shiver down my spine.
"Who said that to you? That you're my cum dump?" A dark glint appeared on his face and he took me by the wrist, slamming my back against the wall as he pinned me between his hands.
I raised my brows in shock at his sudden action. Did my words get him angry and why? Why should he get angry when all I asked was a simple question!
"Does it really matter?" I scoffed, looking up at his face which held more shade of black as a dark expression rested on his perfect angelic face.
"I only asked a question, Alessandro. Why don't you just answer me?" I yelled, hitting his Arm as tears fell down my face again.
He inched closer and wiped my tears off with his thumb, placing a kiss on my forehead.
"You...you don't have to believe anything you hear from others. You should simply fight back and forget about it. Why are you so keen on knowing my feelings for you, you've asked the same question many times and you sound like I owe you something." He stated, his voice was soft but it held an inner deepness and cruelty that burned my heart into ashes.
The heat intensified when he spoke again. What the heck was he driving at?
"Don't you like it that I fuck you? What more could be sweeter and blissful than that? You crave for something real deep, Amelia and I can't give it to you."
"What do you think I need?" I asked him, my voice cracking off.
"You want love, Amelia." He replied. "I can see it in your eyes. It...the cravings...it burns with so much intensity that I'm worried that you'd hurt yourself. You want love but…. except a nice fuck I can't give you more. Don't crave for anything away from my bed, Amelia. My dick in your hole, fucking you steady….is the only thing that should linger on your frail heart. You're delicate, don't crave for something that'd hurt you in future. It'll only bend you until it breaks all of you and you're left with nothing but fucking pieces."