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Amelia's POV

"The Don's birthday is next week, Amelia." Vesper said to me as I watched her clean the kitchen's cabinet. She worked as a maid here and according to her , it's been nine years since she had been stuck here.

Her story was different from mine though. Unlike me who got myself into this mess because of my stupidity, Vesper was sold off by her parents to clear off their family's debt.

We were just two pathetic souls but I was more pathetic.

My case was worse, after a very hot sex with Alessandro yesterday, I could barely feel my legs.

"So?" I shrugged, it was none of my business. Besides, I hate speaking with this Vesper girl even though she was trying her best to get me into a friendship with her.

"That'll be our perfect time to escape!" Vesper whispered. "Everyone will be busy so our escape would be damn easy." She grinned from ear to ear.

I gulped, looking away as I focused on something else. "I'm not... interested, please don't get me into more troubles."

I might get into trouble trying to escape and I'll miss one thing; and that's Alessandro's dick.

"I'll keep telling you until…"

I threw my head backwards, letting out a sigh.

"I'd just leave you to sort out things yourself, I'm not interested." I told her for the umpteenth time before exiting the kitchen.

I had only taken a few steps when I bumped into Alessandro. I gulped nervously, turning around to run away but he picked me by the collar, carrying me to his room like I weighed nothing.

He threw me on the bed, staring into my eyes for some seconds.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, squinting his brows at me.

I frowned, wondering what he meant. Nothing was wrong with me.

"I don't understand you, Don." I shook my head, playing the little innocent girl.

"Why are you running away from me?" His expression looked unsettled and I began to wonder what really was wrong with him?

I..truly was trying to avoid him but why should he have a problem with that?

"I...I.. that's not true." I lied, and immediately I set my eyes on his, my cheeks flushed red. Those green intimidating eyes, they always get me feeling butterflies in my tummy and his lips, oh how I want mine to collide with his.

As his lips brushed against my chin, my eyelids twitched and I felt a wet sensation between my legs.

Oh, pussy. Can you just stop messing around?

"Are you afraid of my...my cock?" He asked, his voice frightful yet I remained still, my eyes glued to his bare chest.

I drifted my attention to the eagle tattoo on his chest, trying to stop myself from wanting more; wanting more from our sudden proximity.

I felt embarrassed by his question, why would he ask me that? If I was scared of his six inched dick? One that could make one go crazy, place one above the world's problems, on top of every pain.

Just like yesterday when he made me forget my name; he made me forget everything about Julian. That bastard.

I have never felt more pleasure while I was with Julian, I have never reached esctasy.

Hell, that son of a gun doesn't even know how to make me feel damn good, just a few thrusts and he was done.

Sometimes, I wondered if he was gay as he wasn't so excited whenever we were together or when I twerk right on his dick like I did to Alessandro yesterday.

Alessandro groaned, he moaned, he wanted more. I could never erase the memories of last night, he made me feel good in the worst way.

I cleared my throat, finally finding my voice. As I opened my mouth to speak, he claimed my lips, nibbling on it gently yet in a hungry way.

"M..aster." I moaned softly as I was forced to reckon with the steamy moment.

"Tell me…" his whisper made me feel goosebumps and the butterflies that played hide and seek in my tummy, were back again.

I felt so hot between my legs, I wanted him inside of me.

"Last night, Master…" I began, my voice small. "You almost tore my pussy."

He chuckled, poking my cheeks. "Naughty girl. But you took me in, all of 'me', Amoretto."

I was freaking hot and I couldn't stop myself from saying dirty things. It rolled off my tongue again, "I just couldn't help but allow you in unrestricted, I was…. horny which you made me. And when I had you in me, how could I have asked you to pull out? I am supposed to dance to your tunes, aren't I?"

I smiled as he fondled one of my breasts, his index finger tickling the other.

I frowned when he stood up, why did he stop?

I was asking when he pulled me up the bed. He turned on the speakers in his room, connecting his phone's Bluetooth to it.

The music boomed loudly in the room and he turned off the white lights, putting on the blue party ones instead.

Yanking me closer, his eyes roamed my sweaty body which was all ready for him. He turned me around, dipping his fingers into my pussy.

First, he started with one finger then two, next three, hah!

Yeah!

He didn't have to pull off my pantie because I didn't have it on. Like always, I forgot to take it along, my brain was too busy thinking of another sex time to spend with him.

Even though, it was kinda painful, I still wanted more. And when I feel like I don't want it, just one tickle on my nipples and... I'm spreading my legs wide already.

He knew my weakest point. Alessandro DeMarco, knew my tits were my weakest point.

I looked around the room, trying to catch sight of where my pantie was but I couldn't find it.

Just as if he was reading my thoughts, he brought it out from his pockets, dangling it in the air.

"My pantie." I muttered amidst soft moans. I was almost reaching for it when Alessandro tossed it aside.

"Ah!" I pouted, why would he do that? It is mine. It's my pantie and it belongs to me.

"Go pick it up, amoretto." Alessandro ordered, pushing me forward. As I bent to pick it, he grabbed my ass, his thumb rubbing the entrance of my clit.

Gathering my hair in his hands, his hushed whispers reached my ears. "Amoretto." He called.

Oh yeah, right there. Thank you, Master. Make me moan, Don DeMarco.