𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 {𝟏𝟖+}

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I posted the prologue of my new story TAINTED, check it out! I'll start it once I'm done with Sinful. 🖤

I was his, undeniably his.
He was all over my skin, each mark, each bruise spelling out his beautiful name. Lorenzo Visconti's property.
His.

And yet, he wasn't mine.

I picked up a clean pair of panties and slowly pulled them up my legs, remembering the way he had done it just an hour earlier, so... Lovingly. I then grabbed my pastel blue nightgown and slipped it on my freshly washed, freshly moisturized body, before checking myself out in the mirror.
Surely, the love bites that adorned my breasts were hidden, albeit one of them just barely, yet the ones that peppered my neck were on full display. Even though there were just two of them, pretty small and cute, they were too dark to go unnoticed, impossible to miss.
I shrugged to myself, knowing that there was nothing I could do about them, and I turned off the light and exited my room.

I needed my dad.
After the terrible way in which my night had ended, all I needed was the comfort of the other man of my life, the one who regarded me as his most precious thing, the one who treasured me, the one who put me before everything and everyone else, who loved me unconditionally.

I lazily rubbed my teary eyes and made my way towards his bedroom, however, the closer I got, the clearer I could hear the very suspicious sounds coming from behind the closed door.

Moans, a woman's moans.
Followed by an equally loud shushing noise that must have come from my father.

What the actual fuck?
I started backing away after an initial moment of shock, my nose scrunching upwards in mild disgust and my eyes filling with tears out of pure selfishness.

How could he have someone in his bed when I needed him? When his adored angel was under such great emotional strain? I was supposed to be his priority, yet he was doing it with some random woman instead of paying attention to me.
How dared he? I was his daughter.

Being too grossed out to stay there— even though the mansion was too big from me to hear them, I walked back into my room and took my phone and car keys, before slamming the door shut after me and running down the stairs. In total honesty, I hoped that he'd hear the door, realize that I was home and very much awake, and ditch the hag that was taking his time and attention away from me. But I knew that there was no way that the noise would travel that far, so I simply sighed in defeat and descended another set of stairs, which led to the garage.

I dialed Lydia's number after getting inside my car and fastening my seatbelt, and I waited for her to pick up, impatiently drumming my fingertips on the steering wheel. Seeing how my call was automatically sent to her voicemail, I huffed in annoyance and started the car, deciding to simply let myself drive and see where my subconscious would take me.

It would be a lie to say that I was surprised when I was greeted by the ever-open gates of the cemetery. I took the blanket I always kept in the backseat and got out of the vehicle, locking it before stepping outside and into the windy night. I walked towards my maternal grandparents' still empty graves— praying they'd stay like that for a long time, and placed my blanket next to my mother's Portoro marble gravestone, then sat down. "Hi, mama." I spoke somberly, a familiar lump in my throat making it painful for me to voice my thoughts and feelings. "I know it's late and that you'd scold me for being here alone, but I need you. I always need you so much, mama..." I trailed off, my tears getting the best of me.