Chapter 3. Him Losing Control

Luciano's POV

The fuck did I just do?

I cursed at myself as I looked at the fragile figure passed out from exhaustion.

Her long, naturally wavy, dark brown hair clings to her body like a work of art.

Her chest heaved up and down, and my eyes traveled from her neck to the perfect size of those mountains and the erect nipples wanting to be pinched so badly.

I clenched my fists as my eyes dropped to her waist and the curve of her hips, making me want to take her right now, but I had to control myself. She was my late best friend’s daughter, who was only nineteen, and I was twice her age.

I was her uncle.

Lastly, my eyes dropped to the mess she created in between her legs, and I closed my eyes, gulping down the lump formed in my throat.

I was Lucian Morelli. A man who was aware of his needs and wants. Who knew when to control himself, but at this moment, it was getting hard. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before feeling my cock twitching inside my pants.

I knew she was not in a good state of mind. It was her father’s second death anniversary, and I was aware she would not handle it well, knowing how madly she loved and cared for her daughter.

She had run away from home, and everyone was scared and worried sick. I was going crazy when I found out she was nowhere to be seen.

I fucking lost it.

She was my responsibility.

After her father, she was mine. Mine to protect and care for.

But seeing her in this state, my mind was going wild. I recalled the expression she made while cumming. That was fucking sexy and such a turn on.

Her soft voice calling me daddy and begging me to help. It was all that a man would want to give his.

I know I should have stopped, but her desires and seeing her... hot and desperate made me feel her too. She was so fucking tight and untouched.

“god Adeline”

I cursed under my breath before getting up from the bed and dialing a number on my phone. I rubbed my temple in frustration and waited for the person to pick it up.

“Tell everyone, I found her”

I did not wait; I hung up, then put the phone back in my pocket and looked at the bed. She was indeed a gorgeous girl. A simple, lovely girl loved by everyone.

I let out a frustrated sigh and plopped my body on the couch. She was still in bed, naked, looking like a meal ready to be devoured by me.

For fucking sake, Luciano, control.

My hand dropped to my pants. Unzipping them and pulling them down as my cock sprang out. My hand wrapped around my cock as I continued to pump it, feeling an urgent need to cum, to release.

“She is so fucking beautiful”

The image of her trembling and shaking with just a finger was driving me wild. What would she do when she gets to take my cock in her? The thought of begging me to fuck her over and over again was driving me mad.

I gritted my teeth as I bucked my hips, wanting to feel the friction. Wanting to feel her, so tight and so perfect.

“fuck-”

I cursed as I imagined her small mouth taking my cock just perfectly looking at me with the brightest glossy eyes.

“damnit- shit!”

I grunted, feeling the pleasure building and reaching to shoot out. My chest heaved as I cummed feeling my mind and body coming back to relaxation. I lay back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling, as the thoughts of what I just did came back to me.

I just touched myself thinking of my friend’s daughter. No one has ever been able to make me this horny and make me touch myself and cum this fast.

I sat up and looked at her and sighed. How was I gonna cope with this all now?

I was a powerful and respected man, but no one has ever made me drop my pants so quickly and cum by not even touching me.

Fuck it all, she was all over my mind. She was all want I could think and she was all I wanted to think of.

And I was losing control.

***

The Next Day.

Adeline's POV

“d-did it happen-”

I gasped and sat up, looking at my naked body. I checked the time, and it was 7 in the morning. A gasp escaped my lips as I felt a bit of soreness between my legs.

“h-he couldn’t be here-”

I quickly got up from the bed and looked around. The door was closed, and nothing in the room indicated whether he was here last night or not. I took a deep breath, and a shaky sigh escaped my lips.

I was not dreaming.

He was here, and I could still feel his hand on my pussy as it tingled. A sigh escaped my lips as I quickly rushed to grab the towel and wrapped it around my body.

“I don’t think he’d still be here”

But why? Why would he help me? Why would he touch me? Maybe... maybe because he feels for me too. Maybe he feels what I feel for him, too. His black hair and my fingers in it. His black, darkened eyes stared into my soul, making my knees weak.

His chest was so masculine, and the tattoos, he was big- no, he was huge. He was tall and muscular, and he radiated a dangerous aura that drove me insane for him.

I stepped out of my bedroom, peeking out to find any sign of him. I headed out of the room and moved swiftly towards the living room, and saw no one. A sigh escaped my lips.

I did not know what to think about it. Should I be happy or upset?

I turned around and gasped as I saw a tall person standing in front of me. My eyes fixed on the person’s chest, and my heart skipped a beat. I slowly lifted my gaze, and my eyes met... the most beautiful pair of black eyes.

My heart jumped as I froze. My eyes widened slightly as I could not seem to process anything. Suddenly, all the memories of last night flashed in front of me, and I gulped nervously.

My cheeks turned red, and my ears burned in shame, too. He had a stern look on his face, the same look he was famous for. My gaze slowly dropped to his hands as I remembered what those fingers did to me last night.

Those fingers made me see stars in my ceiling.

I closed my eyes in embarrassment as I realized I had acted so shameless in front of him. So vulnerable and so slutty, begging him to help me.

“I-I’m sorry-”

My voice was the total opposite of how it was yesterday. It came out so small and timid as I avoided his gaze.

“Why did you run away?”

His deep voice sent shivers down my spine as I nervously gulped, refusing to look up at him. I did not want to answer him. He was aware of that, too.

“Adeline”

The way my name rolled out of his tongue made me shiver slightly as I tried to get a hold of myself.

“I-I w-wanted to be alone-”

My words left hanging in the air as I felt him push me against the wall. My eyes widened as I gasped, not expecting him to do something like this. I could feel his hot breath fanning my face as I noticed his angry expressions.

“Why the fuck would you do that!?”

He raised his voice, making me tremble slightly in his presence. I was aware of his anger. Everyone was. When he was mad, He was not the calm Luciano we knew. He became someone out of control.

“Do you have any idea how I was searching for you”

I looked away as tears filled my eyes. I did not want anyone to find me or even search for me. I wanted to be away, to be free.

“I-I miss d-dad”

I let my head fall against his chest as I closed my eyes. It has not been very good trying to cope with a life without my dad. I tried to escape reality many times, but I ended up back at the same place.

I felt his tense self relax as I slowly raised my head and looked at him with...

hope, with love.

“a-about l-last night-”

As I mentioned last night, something flashed in his eyes. I noticed his expression change. Once a calm look was now replaced by my anger and something I did not understand.

“Forget about last night. Nothing happened last night”

I stared at him as I felt my stomach twist with some unseen knots. I felt like my whole world was crumbling down. His stern voice made it clear that He really did not want to remember last night.

The words hit me so hard as I felt my knees giving up slowly.

His voice was stern, but I… did not want to believe those words.

Those words were not true, nor was I gonna let them come true.