Alessia (DiSanti Family #1)

Prologue

Alessia

I‘m sitting in my room, Camilla is hosting another one of her parties. It’s become a usual thing since dad started his trips to America over four years ago.

I was barely thirteen when he went away for the first time.

In time the trips got longer and more frequent which means he’s barely home anymore.

A year after the first trip Camilla started hosting parties for her friends and she instructed me to help out with the preparations.

Lorenzo and Bella are the lucky ones, they’re her actual children so they get send away to our grandparents.

They live in Ostia, just outside of Rome in a beautiful cozy house on the seaside.

I wish I could join them and feel the sand of the beach between my toes or taste Nonna’s homemade pasta and bread.

It’s been years since I’ve last been there and they rarely visit for more than an hour when they bring Lorenzo and Bella back.

I know they hate Camilla as much as I do but they adore Lorenzo and Bella so they will do just about anything for them !

“Alessia!” I hear Camilla call out in the hallway. Fuck this can’t be good. I cringe as I hear her call my name again.

“Alessia, get over here know!” She sounds mad. What did I do this time? I cleaned my room, helped the chef with

preparations for her stupid party and I just needed to be invisible.

My door swings open and Camilla walks over I sit up straight in my bed.

“When I call on you, you’re supposed to respond, you stupid little girl.”

I cast my eyes down, she is always angry with me. I wish I could get away from here, away from her.

“Get out of that bed, I have someone I want you to meet.” She commands.

“Why? They are your friends.” I bite back.

That earns me a slap on the cheek.

Fuck that stings. It’s nothing I’m not used to. Ever since dad went to America she’s been hitting me, among other things.

“You will come downstairs now and you will be a good obedient girl for your future husband.”

“What? I’m not marrying one of your friends!” I scream at her.

Her hand grips my hair and she pulls me off of my bed and drags me into the hallway down to her room.

“Stay ”

She goes into her closet and comes back with a red halter dress with a split on one side that will probably end on my hip.

“Put this on”

“I don’t want to.”

“You will do as you’re told for once in your goddamn life.” She grits through her teeth as she pulls my sweater over my head.

I cover my breasts and feel my cheeks blush.

I wish dad was here to fix all this, to stop this nightmare and

to kill her, or me. I don’t care I just want this to stop, I want to feel the sand between my toes.

Gianni

I lean against the marble balustrade of Camilla’s sprawling villa, nursing a glass of wine I have no intention of finishing.

The party around me is bustling and per usual, Leonardo is nowhere to be seen.

He’s probably off on some business overseas, Camilla only entertains her men when he’s out of town.

Camilla wears a short black lace dress that leaves little to the imagination. Judging by the horde of men around her it’s exactly what they want.

“Gianni, my dear, are you having fun tonight?” Camilla walks up to me with a smile on her face and sways her hips with every step, the men behind her are ogling her ass .

I plaster on a fake smile, “Yes of course Camilla, you always host the best parties. So sad that Leo isn’t here to join us in the fun.”

“Oh, that isn’t something to be sad about,” she replies with a cheeky grin. “I have something very special planned especially for you tonight.”

“Camilla, you shouldn’t have.” I coo at her. Her hand lands on my chest and she rakes her fingers up and down. Her parties always have some form of entertainment in the adult sense of the word. Sometimes it’s something we can all enjoy, sometimes she arranges something more private.

“You wait right here I’ll go and get it so that this party can truly start.” The look in her eyes in downright sinister before she walks away and up the grand staircase.

It only takes a few minutes for Camilla to return and behind her walks a girl in a red dress, her head is bowed down and her eyes are glued to the back of Camilla’s shoes so I can’t see her face.

“Gianni, meet Alessia, my stepdaughter. Alessia wanted to meet my friends. She promised to be well-behaved and at your service.” Camilla’s tone is stern as she looks at Alessia. “Go on girl, introduce yourself to him.” She nudges Alessia towards me.

Her eyes lift up from the floor and she looks at me. The vision that greets me is one I could only dream of. Gorgeous curly brown hair, icy blue eyes, full pink lips and her face is oval shaped and perfectly symmetrical.

“Hi, I’m Alessia.” She whispers so softly I can barely hear it.

I place my finger below her chin and tip her face up so she can meet my eyes. God she’s beautiful , her hips already have a curviness and her tits are definitely coming in.

“Next time you will talk to me in a way that I can actually hear you. Now… what was your name?”

“I’m Alessia.” She replies a little louder then before.

“Good Alessia, I’m Gianni Bianchi. You will address me as Mister Bianchi or Sir, do you understand that?”

“Yes, sir.”

Fuck , that makes my dick strain against my zipper.

I take her hand and lead her over to the empty library. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Camilla winking at me. A devious grin tugs at my lips. This is going to be fun.

I take a seat on one of the leather chairs, Alessia stands beside me and looks at me, fear written across her face.

“Don’t worry, darling, I don’t bite.” I coo.

A small smile tips at the corner of her mouth. Fuck, those lips. So full, I want to sink my teeth into them.

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen sir, almost eighteen. My birthday is next month.” She replies quickly.

“When?”

“May fifteenth, sir.”

Good, that’s only two weeks away. I can wait two weeks.

“Then you are old enough to pour me some whiskey from that bar over there and pour some wine for yourself. ”

She quickly walks over to the bar at the other corner of the library and starts pouring my drink. When she returns her other hand is empty. I raise my brow at her,

“I told you to pour yourself a glass of wine.”

“But I’m not old enough yet.” She whispers and bows her head. God, she’s so submissive. I rub my dick through my pants, it’s been hard since the moment I laid eyes on her.

“Pour yourself a glass of wine. Now.’

She hurries back over to the bar and returns seconds later with a small glass of wine. A little is better then nothing, I guess.

I spread my legs and tap my hand on the cushion between my legs, “Sit down.” I command.

A small gasp leaves her mouth and big blue eyes stare at me in shock.

Yes baby that’s it, fear me .

“ Sit ,” I repeat my voice louder this time.

With small steps she inches closer towards the empty space between my legs and sits down, her wine clasped tightly in her hands.

“Tell me, how is school?”

“What?”

“Are you getting good grades?”

“Uhm…” She doesn’t know how to respond. That’s okay, I won’t put her at ease then.

I stroke my fingers up and down her shoulder, her skin is so soft.

“Oh… Okay.” Her voice trembles a bit under my touch .

“You can never have enough people that help you Alessia, remember that. Besides, I think you and I can become really good friends one day.”

I let my hand wander down to her chest, I can feel her heartbeat hammer against the palm of my hand. I can’t hold myself back anymore. I set my glass down on the table beside my chair and with my other hand I unbutton my pants and slide down my zipper.

I take her young souple breast in my hand and I hear her little yelp but I don’t care.

“Quiet now Amore. You don’t want any of the other men out there to see you, do you?” I whisper on a breath.

I keep kneading her breast in my hand while my other hand slides into my boxer briefs, rolling her nipple between my fingers.

The feeling of her in my hand and my rock-hard dick in the other is almost enough to make me lose my load already.

I pump my dick harder with each kneed of her little breast.

“We are going to be such good friends, Alessia. I’m so glad your mother introduced us.” I say huskily to her as my orgasm is building inside of me.

She nods but doesn’t say anything.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes… Sir…” She chokes out.

I push my briefs down, my dick springs up hard, precum already dripping from the tip. God, what I wouldn’t give to have her plump pink lips around it right now.

But not tonight, I will save that for another time .

“Good girl.” I praise her, my voice is hoarse. I pull on the bow in at the back of her neck, making the two pieces of fabric that held up her tits fall down.

“Turn around, Amore.”

Her spine stiffens before she slowly turns around and faces me.

Her eyes are fixed on the floor as she’s perfectly positioned on her knees before me, her tits on full display for me.

Her nipples pebble as I fix my gaze on them and enjoy the view of this girl in front of me. I’m already fixated on her.

She’s mine. My obsession, my Amore.

I groan as my balls tighten at the sight of her before me. My fist glides up and down my shaft, I swirl my thumb over the tip and catch a drop of precum. I lean forward and paint her lips with it before I lean back in the chair and cup my balls. I tighten the grip on my dick with each stroke.

“You will be my beautiful bride one day, won’t you, Amore?” I croak out.

“Yes, Sir.” She whispers, tipping me over the edge as I shoot cum all over myself.