Why don't you get a taste?
Golden girl Alison Rivers has it all: brains, looks, money, a father who adores her, and any man she wants... Or so she thought.
When she sets her eyes on Lorenzo Visconti, her academy's Italian, irresistible principal, sh...
After waiting for a year, I finally uploaded the first chapter of TAINTED, please give it a read if you have time 🥺
So uhm, whatcha think about Enzo's confession?
Also I took an ultrasound for this health issue I spoke about on my profile and I felt like a soon-to-be mother. Kinda disliked it especially cause I had to drink 1L of water in an hour right before the test without being allowed to pee and the doc began pushing on my bladder like ma'am— imma pee right here
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I, Lorenzo Visconti, was a free man. After weeks, or maybe even months, of being chained to the heavy boulder of denial, which had weighed me down so much that I had started losing sleep over it, I had finally broken free, and I was more than happy to live life feeling almost as light as a feather— almost, because there still were many issues to tackle, yet at least I was at peace with myself. I had admitted it in my head and I had admitted it out loud: I was in love with Alison Rivers. I was in love with the charming temptress who had gotten under my skin nearly a year before, the persistent young woman who had clawed her way into my brain and the alluring enchantress who had seduced me for a permanent spot in my heart.
"What are you doing?" The breathtaking beauty asked in a small voice, peering at me through her lashes from the threshold, her face partially hidden behind the door jamb, as though she were spying on me. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, it became clear to me that my Alison was... Shy. That was impossible.
A sensation of warm tenderness enveloped me and I smiled, my heartbeat speeding up when I saw a red hue staining her cute, pinchable cheeks, and I wanted nothing more than to grab her and smother her with kisses. "Running you a bath, baby." I answered, turning away from her and adding some dry flower petals into the hot water just to make her experience as enjoyable as possible.
She slowly walked inside and closed the door, her glorious naked form glowing with the light of the candles that the thin layer of oil that coated her skin reflected. "You've made a sauna out of this place." She commented, her words taking me back to that day at the club, when I'd come inside of her for the first time— when I'd imagined her as the mother of my children for the first time. She stopped behind me and placed her arms on my shoulders, her fingers starting to massage them. "I want you in there with me, Enzo." She murmured invitingly, her voice unable to hide that note of desire that had become a perpetual presence in our lives: we constantly wanted and needed each other.
I got up and discarded my clothes, carelessly throwing them on the floor, before stepping into the bathtub and hissing at the bone-melting heat that surrounded my body; I never took baths this hot, but I knew that they were Alison's favorite. "Get in, Ali." I commanded firmly, my genuinely innocent intentions close to flying out of the window once my desire for her infiltrated them. I could barely resist her, especially after months spent pushing her away.
