51.
Amelia's POV
I bowed my head, staring at my feet. Alessandro took me by the arm and dragged me to his room. I gasped as he pushed me in and locked the door.
He pinned me in between his hands, his face flashing with an expression I could barely decipher.
Was it guilt? Or lust?
He pulled me closer and my eyes popped out as I could feel his boner poking me so hard.
Did this man get horny everyday?
"W...what do you want?" I blurted out and he brushed a few locks away from my face.
"You're now Vivianne's nanny." He said and I shrugged.
"Do you have a problem with that? You asked me to do it." I reminded him and he chuckled, nodding slowly.
"Yeah, I did." He admitted and I bit my lips at how handsome he looked when he gave me that chuckle.
God! When would I stop falling for this scumbag!
"What about me?" He spout and I raised my brows in confusion. Sensing that I wasn't getting his message, he spoke again. "don't you think I need care too?"
"You're not a child, sir Alessandro." I reminded him, pushing him off. "You can take care of yourself and as long as I hate to admit it, I just have to say that this is too overwhelming."
He pulled me closer and raised my thigh so that my leg could wrap around him. A gasp escaped my lips and I gulped at the influence his touch was having on me.
"What's so overwhelming, dolcezza?" He asked and immediately I felt a flatter in my chest.
I blinked my eyes and looked away. I wanted to see anything but his face.
I wanted him to jeept shut and stop making me listen to that sweet voice of his.
It was making me go crazy and...and I didn't like tge fact that I still allow him have so much effect on me even after he rubbed his rejections on my face yesterday. Now he obviously felt no remorse and was back to taunt me again with his fucking charms.
Alessandro tilts my head back to face him and his fingertips traced my jaw for a while before he spoke again and suddenly butterflies rushed into my tummy making me feel... uncomfortable.
No.. horny.
Fucking horny.
"What's so overwhelming? Is it the fact that you're reeling from my rejection or the fact that my boner is poking you so hard?" His question reached my ear and I felt the whole world pause as he pulled my face closer and locked his lips with mine.
His kiss was gentle and with a bit of hint that showed how much he needed me.
Did he miss me cause I fucking missed him? Though he liked to hurt me, I just couldn't deny the fact that my heart still beats for him and I can't dispose that feeling.
He kept making me yearn for him in a thousand ways. His touch, his kiss, his cock…. everything.
I..wanted love for him. Pure love.
I didn't want him getting his dick in between my legs every time because he simply needed to calm himself? I wanted him to make love to me with a gentle passion of emotion.
I wanted him to fuck me with his love for me thudding in his chest. To see me from a different angle.
I shouldn't be a sex toy in his eyes. I wanted to be someone special to him but I felt that was too much to ask.
He has a woman in his life and as I've heard from the others, they've been together for so long.
Was he going to leave the woman he has Ben commited to for years and chose a common slave like me?
I'd always be the miserable one.
"Amelia." My name escaped his lips softly as he broke from the kiss. My gaze locked with his and for a fleeting moment I hoped the gentle moment never ended.
I wanted him to kiss longer than this and confess his feelings for me, looking into my eyes.
But that was impossible. I knew he would never do that, not after he rejected me last night and said it to my face that he doesn't feel for me the way I do.
Could I stop wishing for the impossible and focus on the reality?
I should focus more on fixing my broken life but didn't that mean being committed to Alessandro for life?
Not as his lover, the one he could die for but as his cum dump— the one to give him pleasure and make him reach esctasy.
Did I wish for a smoke life like that? A mere life with no story of unconditional love?
Oh hell, I wanted love but love hurts at last. It breaks one. One could never heal and remain with the scar forever.
Julian has left a void in my heart and I wanted Alessandro to replace him. I love you, Alessandro.
I wanted to say those words to him but I kept still and remain silent, my eyes still fixed on him.
"Why do you look so lost in thoughts?" He suddenly asked and I jolted, returning to life.
"N..nothing. There's nothing." I lied and stepped away from him. "I just don't want you closer to me, please. If this is about your boner or pleasing you. I'd love to request from a break.
A break to heal from the wound you've caused to my heart, Alessandro." I said and the next minute regretted my words.
"S..sorry." I gulped, regretting what I've said. Why couldn't I just handle my emotions the right way?
I shouldn't let him know what he has done to me? The pain he caused me?
"Ameila." He called again, now lifting me in his arms and gently placing me on the bed.
"What if I tell you this isn't just about my boner or my erection?" His question got me stunned and I guessed I didn't hear him correctly.
"So what's this about then?" I asked and he remained quiet for a while before claiming my lips once more.