A Touch of Sin |18+|

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VALERIO

Alani sat between my legs, letting out small groans and moans while I ran my fingers over her shoulders.

I was giving her a massage—one that I had planned for her to get at the spa before our day turned to shit. I was still pissed off about it, but I tried not to think about it too much or Alani would have to deal with it. And I didn't want to do that to her. I wanted us to live in peace.

We couldn't always get what we want but fuck, I wanted it so badly. It seemed as if I had ran out of options and the only solution to our problems—my problems was one that could potentially ruin my entire family. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Besides that, the other logical solution would be sending Alani off to a safe place while I fixed this mess but being away from her? Absolutely not. My face scrunched at my thoughts, not even being able to stand the mere idea of it. I would possibly lose my mind knowing that I wasn't close to her.

I was afraid my obsession with her was likely unhealthy and it was starting to feel exactly that way.

Or perhaps my feelings had deepen to the point of no return and losing her meant losing everything I cared for. God, my heart pained just imaging it.

When she found out about the tracker on her chain, I was convinced that meant the end of us—the end of the trust we had built above the past few months. But Alani was...Alani, and she showed precisely why I fucking adored her.

"The nasty look on your face right now," Alani chuckled, lifting her head to look at me. "What are you thinking about?"

My face fell, replaced by a neutral expression. "Nothing."

"Okay." She shrugged, going back to looking ahead. "Everyone's eyes glaze over and frown for nothing."

I pursed my lips, hiding back a smile. I leaned down, giving her a kiss on the top of her head and I stared there for a second to breathe in the comforting smell of her hair. Who the fuck knew that a scent could be so unbelievably cosy?

"I was thinking about you," I said, giving her one last peck before straightening up. I continued to rub her shoulders, lubricated by a thin layer of coconut oil and I glided my hands over her skin—giving her the right amount of pressure.

Her muscles were stiff but it quickly relaxed under my fingers, letting me physically feel her body decompress. We were both tired, but I felt as if she was especially tired from the tone of her voice. The shit ton of food we ate probably had something to do with it but I know the events of the day had drained her.

Not only was Alonzo fucking up my peace, but he was interfering with Alani's life too and that pissed me off a lot more.

If only I could just...

"Wow," she whispered playfully. "You thinking about me with that dirty look on your face? Okay, Valerio."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "No, I was thinking about being away from you."

I didn't see her scowl, but I could only imagine it.

"Why would you be away from me?" she asked softly, interlacing her fingers together on her lap and she twirled her thumbs.

My face softened when I saw the pace of her breathing increase—as though she hated the idea just as much as I did.

"You're not going to be away from me," I muttered, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "Ever. I was just thinking."

"Yeah, well, stop thinking stupid shit," she muttered, tilting her head to the side to send a glare my way. "Or else."

I grinned, bending down to give her a gentle bite on the shell of her ear. "Or else what?"