Please baby? Just tonight?
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,206
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
When do you start loving someone?
Authors note: This is in the past. When she was sixteen.
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Her face glittered in the mirror and Cettina spun around. The skirt was fluffy and slightly see-through near the bottom where there wasn’t a lot of material. She had a black and red corset on, pulling her breasts up. Her shoes were shiny and black, pulling her small height up three more inches.
Although she would have rather gone to her friends’ party alone, her father insisted she had a partner of his choosing. In the end Furio De Luca was his choice. She hated him. His black hair was annoyingly perfect, and his face was far too mean. If she had a choice between him, and the ugliest man on the earth, she would choose the ugliest man. Even when she told her father this, he yelled at her and told her Furio would be a good match for her.
Her father was insistent and she finally agreed, but he had to match her, and if she wanted time alone, she would get it, unwillingly her father took to the terms.
When she walked down the black and white marble stairs, her shoes clicking, no one even looked up, too engrossed in their own conversation. She finally got to the bottom and took out her fur coat for special occasions and waited for someone to look at her.
Furio smirked and chuckled at a joke her father had made shaking his head softly. Cettina scowled, he had been here less than a year and already he had managed to get on her fathers good side. She still wasn’t on his good side, and she had been living with him for sixteen years.
Her mother rushed out, hitting her fathers shoulder shouting out in Italian, “Look at our baby! She looks beautiful! We must get pictures! Furio! Furio come, come stand beside her.”
Furios smirk fell off his face, replaced with a perfect smile; gosh Cettina loathed that smile muttering softly, “Of course, beautiful.”
Oh great, and now he was flirting with her mother, just fucking great!
He stalked to Cettina and brought her black gloved hand in his and kissed just above the glove line on her wrist, just as her mother snapped a picture. In later years, Cettina would look at the picture and know that that was the time she fell in love with Furio, the place and time she couldn’t stand being without him, but at that time, it was disgusting.
When they finally managed to escape her mother and her camera they rushed out, his red ‘49 Lincoln 4 Door Sedan sat patiently at the bottom of the steps and he opened the door. She couldn’t help but smile in gratitude. He waited until she safely got into the car before shutting the door and walking to the other side.
She watched the trees pass, not saying a word other than small directions on how to get to the party. It was suppose to be the biggest of the year, no parents, and supposedly it had been going on for two days already, but Cettina could hardly believe that.
When they pulled up to the mansion her mind changed when she stared up at the destruction of the house. Windows were broken, hard-wood chairs snapped and throw outside. Beer bottles and teenagers were laying on the grass in random spots. She started to slowly get out without Furios helping hand, but then she changed her mind, looking up at Furio.
Finally she saw him, as if for the first time. He wasn’t one of her fathers goons, he honestly wanted to be here with her, shaking her head she sat back down in the car mumbling, “Wanna go out and have a dinner instead.”
He looked around his eyes darting to a couple on the steps almost having sex right then and there before leaning down to her level, muttering in the most intimate voice she had ever heard, “You sure you don’t want to join them dear?”
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Her face glittered in the mirror and Cettina spun around. The skirt was fluffy and slightly see-through near the bottom where there wasn’t a lot of material. She had a black and red corset on, pulling her breasts up. Her shoes were shiny and black, pulling her small height up three more inches.
Although she would have rather gone to her friends’ party alone, her father insisted she had a partner of his choosing. In the end Furio De Luca was his choice. She hated him. His black hair was annoyingly perfect, and his face was far too mean. If she had a choice between him, and the ugliest man on the earth, she would choose the ugliest man. Even when she told her father this, he yelled at her and told her Furio would be a good match for her.
Her father was insistent and she finally agreed, but he had to match her, and if she wanted time alone, she would get it, unwillingly her father took to the terms.
When she walked down the black and white marble stairs, her shoes clicking, no one even looked up, too engrossed in their own conversation. She finally got to the bottom and took out her fur coat for special occasions and waited for someone to look at her.
Furio smirked and chuckled at a joke her father had made shaking his head softly. Cettina scowled, he had been here less than a year and already he had managed to get on her fathers good side. She still wasn’t on his good side, and she had been living with him for sixteen years.
Her mother rushed out, hitting her fathers shoulder shouting out in Italian, “Look at our baby! She looks beautiful! We must get pictures! Furio! Furio come, come stand beside her.”
Furios smirk fell off his face, replaced with a perfect smile; gosh Cettina loathed that smile muttering softly, “Of course, beautiful.”
Oh great, and now he was flirting with her mother, just fucking great!
He stalked to Cettina and brought her black gloved hand in his and kissed just above the glove line on her wrist, just as her mother snapped a picture. In later years, Cettina would look at the picture and know that that was the time she fell in love with Furio, the place and time she couldn’t stand being without him, but at that time, it was disgusting.
When they finally managed to escape her mother and her camera they rushed out, his red ‘49 Lincoln 4 Door Sedan sat patiently at the bottom of the steps and he opened the door. She couldn’t help but smile in gratitude. He waited until she safely got into the car before shutting the door and walking to the other side.
She watched the trees pass, not saying a word other than small directions on how to get to the party. It was suppose to be the biggest of the year, no parents, and supposedly it had been going on for two days already, but Cettina could hardly believe that.
When they pulled up to the mansion her mind changed when she stared up at the destruction of the house. Windows were broken, hard-wood chairs snapped and throw outside. Beer bottles and teenagers were laying on the grass in random spots. She started to slowly get out without Furios helping hand, but then she changed her mind, looking up at Furio.
Finally she saw him, as if for the first time. He wasn’t one of her fathers goons, he honestly wanted to be here with her, shaking her head she sat back down in the car mumbling, “Wanna go out and have a dinner instead.”
He looked around his eyes darting to a couple on the steps almost having sex right then and there before leaning down to her level, muttering in the most intimate voice she had ever heard, “You sure you don’t want to join them dear?”