❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series
He spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he...
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P A R I S
I take a deep breath, looking at my reflection in the mirror. The dress Luciano picked fits me perfectly, my hair falls in loose waves, and my makeup is just right. I look beautiful, but not happy.
Tonight was supposed to be special. Dad was supposed to be here, cracking awkward jokes, insisting on a million photos, and giving me one of his overly serious "dad talks" about boys and curfews. Instead, all I have is a cold silence.
I bite my lip hard, forcing back the tears. I won't cry. I worked too hard on this makeup, and I'm not letting my emotions mess it up. I take another deep breath, pushing away the pain from dad's cold words and how he's been shutting me out.
It hurts like hell, but I'm starting to accept that maybe he's just... gone from my life. It breaks my heart, but I can't keep waiting for him to come around. I can almost hear my mom's voice in my head, telling me to be brave, to fight for my happiness. She would've understood and supported me.
She would've seen how much I care for Luciano and encouraged me to fight for our love, even if it's hard. A bittersweet smile crosses my face. I straighten up, letting that imaginary pep talk give me strength, and grab my bag from the dresser.
"Okay," I whisper, giving my reflection one last look. "Tonight's about making memories. It's about you, girl. No more tears."
With that, I turn and head for the door, my heels clicking on the wooden stairs as I go down. When I see him, it's like the world stops turning. Luciano is pacing near the front door, one hand in his pocket, the other running nervously through his hair.
He looks so damn handsome in that perfectly tailored all-black suit, and for a second, I can't believe he's really here for me. The moment he hears my footsteps, his head snaps up, and his eyes find mine.
His gaze sweeps over me slowly, taking in every detail, and the look on his face... it's indescribable. It's like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. My chest tightens, and I blink rapidly to keep from crying because no one's ever looked at me like that.
When I reach the bottom of the stairs, he's already there, quickly closing the gap between us. He takes my hands, and places one against his chest. I feel his heart pounding under my palm, and it makes my breath hitch.
"Paris," he says softly, his voice thick with emotion. "You've always been beautiful, but tonight... you literally took my breath away. I swear, I just fell in love with you all over again."
His words hit me hard, and the tears I've been holding back finally spill over. Damn it. I didn't want to cry. I let out a shaky laugh, half-sobbing, half-smiling.
"You're not supposed to make me cry, Luciano. Now look, you're ruining all my hard work." I pout, sniffling and Luciano's eyes widen with an adorable mix of guilt and concern.
