Silent Beauty

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.

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"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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