Silent Beauty

Silent Beauty

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Oct 25, 2022
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Alessandra Fiorentino, a humble, introverted, and passionate 21 year old, who loves music and being independent. But she's always had this idea of a cute and romantic love story. Niccolò Pisani, a cold hearted, intimidating playboy who only wants one thing from a girl. Sex. When they meet, both worlds collide. And nothing, not even Niccolò's cold hearted nature nor Alessandra's independence, can stop it from happening. ... "Love, if you wanted to stay away from me, you wouldn't be standing in here, begging for me to touch you, to please you, to LOVE you." he said, his voice in a whisper as his hands caressed my face in a careless way. I begged my body not to respond to his heated touch, but once again, it disobeyed me. I could feel his smirk, as he declares, "Answer me." I shook my head and stepped away from his warm embrace, as my body begged for me to go back. I ignored it's pleading sense. "No. I tried to stay away from you. I really did fucking try, Nic, but I can't. It's too damn difficult when you're all i think about in my dreams at night." I took one last glance into his stormy blue eyes, and cried out, "It's too damn hard." He took a step towards me and I stepped back, hitting the wall behind us and wincing. "Then let me show you how easy it is to please someone & then leave like it meant nothing." His veiny, and muscular hands found my cheek as he caressed it again, and i felt my knees instantly weaken from his touch. Bringing his lips to my ear, he whispered huskily, "Just for one last time." "No." "Why not, love, hm?" I looked deep into his eyes and declared with the only confidence that i had left, "Because, Nic, with us, it isn't and it will never be just one last time." It never was. ...
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