Sinful Desires: Craving My Stepbrother's Touch

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ed in through my jacket, but I

lower his casket into the ground. Amidst the sea of funeral

ld be a headstone ther

no Me

It took everything in me to not keel over. He was gone. The man who despite meetin

gger, flitting from one man to the next. As I grew older, many of them kept their eyes on me, leading me to

e would mock my appearance, belittle me and do anything to bring me down.

that changed when she marri

trying to harass me or treat me like dirt. But Mr. Me

e, he had been more of a parent

for the first time in my life, I felt like I was e

e, I felt like I had someone in my corner. His presence

...he w

lipped out of my eyes. How could he be dead whe

al messages from him, only days before. I had call

me home to find my mother at the entrance, te

this have happened when he seemed

ife was unpredictable, and sometim

s, mourning the loss of the only per

as I reached into the mansion, the silence enveloped me. My mother was nowhere in s

ear ago haunted me now as I stepped into it. I could recall when m

he wide spaces to the comforting dark mahogany splayed through the place. It was a far

hat this was mine, sh

ore wealthy boyfriends my mother took in ha

en, yet now it was a space that

Luciano Medici had given me a sense of se

t the tears slip away. I didn't realize how much time passed when I stopped crying. Sleep crept up my eye

.

A

rantically I met darkness and dim lights of my roo

ened? Where did th

t. Not a loud bang, but the sound of mu

ing but it was too late to do anyth

in like

filled me to the brim as I looked around to see faceless masks. I str

ntruders come here? It had

tiffened at the voice. The hand covering my face

mother stood leaning against the doorway, a smirk

Who are these men?" I

her blonde tresses to her silvery dress as if she wasn't mourni

ne ," she said, her voice dripping in a sac

, and...well, let's just say you're

ng me couldn't stop me from trembling as my mind r

?" My voice shook amidst th

er could be considering that she constantly abused me, yet fo

ad t

as she placed her hand on my cheek, c

lienne. It's your duty to help me out. After all, I've was

d me as it s

," I protested, ye

he said, her hand leaving my

waiting for? T

mix of disbelief and hollownes

? Did she really think so little of me? D

t shattered into a milli

away from the only home I knew, the sound