A Touch of Sin |18+|

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*this is a repost bc it got deleted*

VALERIO

I turned the steering wheel, pulling up the driveway of Cecelia's home where the party was being held. It wasn't necessarily a party, Alani had mentioned, but a small celebration of their engagement—minus the ridiculously long toasts and extravagancy.

Cecelia didn't want a massive crowd and Ava even less. It was understandable and Alani seemed to favour the idea too. I could see that she was excited and when I glanced over at her, I smiled unconsciously.

She looked absolutely gorgeous, her body adorned by a pretty black dress and her dark hair tied at the top of her head. She was always beautiful but that night, there was a certain glow radiating off her that almost had me crashing my car a few times because I couldn't stop staring at her.

I stopped when she yelled at me that I was going to end up killing us both.

She was probably right, but it wasn't my fault that she looked like that.

I killed the engine and clicked my seatbelt off, turning to Alani to do the same for her. I gazed down at her tits, sitting perfectly on her chest and half covered by the soft material of her dress. I groaned as I dropped my forehead on her shoulder. We were there for a reason and fucking in my car wasn't on the list. Unfortunately.

She chuckled, already knowing what was going through my head. I couldn't exactly hide it and Alani always indulged in my suffering, making it known by her sneaky little smirks and mischievous little laughs.

I lifted my head, glaring at her but I felt nothing but genuine happiness just being around her. With my face still contorted in a frown, I gave her a kiss on her bare shoulder—smelling the body lotion she had used. One of my favourite scents.

I returned back to my seat, much to my own dismay.

She missed her sister and I wanted her to enjoy her evening without my attached self clinging onto her at every second. But if I had it my way, I'd be holding onto her all the time.

"Do it," I blurted, seeing her hand go for her door handle.

She grinned, her fingers wrapping around the handle and I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Try me."

She was wearing a short dress and my cars were low—another thing I had to sort out if I didn't want to be greying soon. Yes, I wanted to open her door for her so she didn't have to but I didn't want anyone else catching a glimpse of her almost see through underwear.

Two advantages at the same time.

Her hand fell limp and she rolled her eyes. "Yes, sir."

I scoffed, side eyeing her at I stepped out of the car. "'Yes, sir,' me one more time and I'll give you a reason to." I was joking—to a degree.

"Please," she scoffed too, waving her hand. "Just open my damn door."

I shook my head, a smile forming on my face as I rounded the hood. That woman had my fucking heart.

I opened her door, holding a hand out to her to help her and she took it, lacing her pretty fingers with mine. Pretty fingers? What the fuck was wrong with me? I locked my car, still palm to palm with her when I raised out hands, giving her a kiss on her knuckles because I couldn't resist.

I was about to let go when her fingers tightened, not letting go and I didn't care to hide how it affected me. Even after all the times Alani showed affection, it always had a feeling of comfort and calmness spreading through me.