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Between Us : Bound To The Hot Mafia Uncle

" let that wetness drip. I want to see what I do to you without even touching You " He stared at her trembling fragile figure who stood naked in front of him with wetness dripping down her thighs making her cheeks burn in shame and embarrassment and he just sat there, staring at her. " Please ...... daddy " ---------- He was my father's best friend and a very close family friend. I had been in love with him since I was fifteen. He was the man of my dreams but Also a man I could never have. A man who could make me feel tingles. One night and It changed everything. I was in bed, letting my hand satisfy the needs and desires of my dark fantasies when he had just walked in, catching me disheveled and messed up. That night he had helped me and that was the first time I had gotten off. I thought it was a step closer to our relationship but He made it clear, he wanted to be a father figure to me. But his body opposed his words. I knew Luciano Morelli wanted me just as much as I did or maybe more.
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Chapter 4

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ADELINE 

Luciano's words roamed in my mind. He had my mind occupied and I couldn't seem to focus on any other thing. Currently, I was sitting in the backseat of his car, next to him on our way back home.

I let out a soft sigh and looked at my hands in my lap and from the corner of my eyes, I watched him. His hand resting on his thigh and my cheeks flushed thinking of where those fingers were last night. 

I closed my eyes and squeezed my thighs still feeling the tingles in between my thighs and it made me imagine all the dirty things he'd do to me with just those fingers. 

Soon, the car ride came to a stop and soon my side of the door was opened. I stepped out and my eyes fell on the person walking towards us. 

Christian Russo, Luciano's best friend and his manager, a man who stays with him 24/7. He looked at me as I blinked nervously before stepping aside. 

I was not a social person and was not good with people of opposite gender. I always felt so intimidated and shy whenever I was around men but my feelings for Luciano was something else, something I was also not deeply aware of but I knew one thing for sure, I loved him. 

I turned back to look at Luciano only to jump as he stood right behind me as if waiting for me to walk. 

I looked up at him and stepped aside before quickly walking inside. I could hear the faint murmurs coming from living room which indicated everyone was present in there. 

My heart started pounding as suddenly, I felt scared. I knew everyone was gonna be mad but there was one person I specifically did not want to see. 

As soon as I stepped in the view, the noises died down as everyone turned their attention towards me and before I could even proceed. 

" Adeline!why did you disappear-? "

I gasped as I noticed my mother rushing towards me. I stepped back and bumped into ...... Luciano. I quickly turned, holding his arm and hiding behind him. 

My mother stopped midway. No one behaved out of place in front of Luciano and that's what kept everyone in place. His fear. 

" Adeline. Sweetie why did you run away ? "

I looked at Isabella nervously. She was Luciano's sister who was two years younger than him and was just a peaceful person In my life just like a friend. 

" I-i wanted to be alone- "

I let go of Luciano's arm and backed away. 

" i-ill be in my room "

Without saying or listening anything, I rushed towards the stairs and upstairs to my room. I wanted to be alone. 

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AT NIGHT 

" come on Adeline. Let's play. Don't be such a pussy "

The word made me clench my thighs together as I looked at my friends who were my family. 

Rose, one of my childhood friend and Luciano's niece spoke making me look at her in disbelief. 

" seriously Rose. You know very well that i don't like this games- "

" why do you have any secrets ? "

She cut me off and raised her eyebrows, teasing me but on the name of secrets, my heart stopped. My heart pounding in my chest like a drum. My cheeks started turning red as aurora looked at me wide eyed. 

" Adeline, your cheeks are getting red. Does that mean- "

" I will play! "

I raised my voice, declaring that I was in for the game making them giggle. 

We sat down on the floor of my room, in a circle. Rose placed an empty bottle in the Centre and placed a bottle of vodka nearby. It was always the game " TRUTH AND DARE ". 

We four would always play this game Whenever anyone of us would be feeling so down. A sigh escaped my lips as Kiara started the game by rotating the bottle. Our eyes fixed as the bottle rolled before stopping on ...... Rose. 

Her eyes widened as she rolled her eyes. 

" come on ask "

She played it cool as aurora smirked before rubbing her palms together. Clearly looking so evil. 

" do you use handcuffs on my brother ? "

The question made my eyes to widen as my head shot up to look at aurora. Yes. That's exactly why I hate these games. Maybe it's just me but I don't want to tell anyone whatever i do behind my room's door. 

I am too shy and timid when it comes to this. 

" I do "

Rose answered, her face turning red slightly as Kiara made a disgusting face. 

" eww "

" don't eww me as if you don't suck my brother's cock "

Rose snapped back sassily. Yes, they were both engaged to each other's brothers. It was in family and they were happy and that what matters the most. 

" okay come on "

Aurora grabbed the bottle and spun it as we waited for it to land on ...... me. My eyes widened as I looked at their faces and noticed the devilish look displaying making me gulp hard. 

" so babygirl, truth or dare "

I blinked and thought for a second. If i said dare, they'd ask me to do something which was not a thing for me and if i said truth, they'd ask me what I don't want them to know. 

" dare "

As soon as I said that, Aurora smirked. Kiara looked at me with wide eyes and Rose smiled mischievously. I was indeed trapped in their trap. 

" so now that our miss shy has chosen the dare. We should make it a lil bit spicy."

I tried to warn them to not give me anything absurd when suddenly Aurora said something which made me ...... widen my eyes. 

" you have to get a hickey on your lower hip "

" are you crazy- "

I shook my head clearly not in the mood for something like this and I tried to leave but Kiara held me down smiling at me. 

" come on babe. It's just a hickey. We did not ask you to get an orgasm- "

My cheeks turned the darkest shade of red remembering how I had my first ever orgasm and that too by my friend's blood uncle. 

" we'll give you four days to complete the challenge and if you fail, we will decide the punishment later "

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After they had left, I was staring at the bottle of vodka in my room on the floor. It was half empty. My mind was once again crashed by the words of Luciano Morelli that " forget about last night. Nothing happened "

Nothing happened? He showed me the true side of pleasure and left me wanting more. He was the first man to touch me and the only man to touch me ... again. 

Without thinking, I reached over and grabbed the bottle, opening it before chugging it down my throat. The burning sensation making me close my eyes but I did not stop. 

I let it burn my insides as I dropped the empty bottle. I stood up and stumbled as I gasped feeling so hot. 

I groaned in dismay and took off my hoodie, left in my bra and was struggling with my pjs when All of a sudden, someone knocked on the door making me frown. I managed to stumble and leaned on the door asking who was it, hoping it'd be one of the girls. 

" w-who "

" Open "

I recognized the manly voice. My eyes widened as I opened the door forgetting in the state I was. My breath hitched as I was in front of the tall man and blinked to get a clear view of my ......

" daddy "

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