DESIRING MY STEPSISTER

ChapterFour

LAURYN’S POV

I stood on my pink plush rug, admiring my room which is twice the size of our old apartment. A massive bed was placed in the center of the room, and a walk-in closet filled with clothes in my perfect size. It was just so pink, from my sheets, to my duvet, my curtains, bathtub, and all. Mom said after she told Arlo pink was my favorite color, he had some items customized to my taste, his son must be really lucky.

I stood in front of the mirror admiring my sundress and clips. I looked good. My hair was shiny and my skin was glowing. I no longer looked pale or tired, it’s so nice when you’re at peace. It was such a nice distraction from all that’s happened in my life. We deserve to be happy.

I was still admiring my beauty when my doorknob twisted; my mom poked her head in smiling sheepishly…“Lauryn honey, breakfast is ready”

“Be there in five” I yelled as she silently closed the door. I applied more lip gloss and walked down the stairs. When I got to the dining area, Mom and Arlo were already seated.

“Looking good Lauryn…I see where you got your beauty from” he complimented facing my mom, planting kisses on her lips.

“Get a room guys I’m right here” I smiled at both of them.

I continued digging into my food, amazed at how delicious it was.

“How are you enjoying Italy, Lauryn?, “Oh, and your new bedroom” he added, winking at me.

“I love it so much Arlo, thank you so much. You have great tastes.” I squealed in excitement.

“Speaking of…there’s a wine tasting in one of my friend’s estates, and he’s invited us. I’d love for you to join us, Lauryn. It’ll be a good time to socialize, you know…see what our world is like, and you can join the girls’ golf club. Right?” He asked, facing my mom.

“Arlo’s right dear, it’ll be fun” Mom added. I chewed my lower lips thinking of how I’m going to blend in with elite society, but f**k it.

“It’s ok if you want to think about it” Arlo tried to assure me. “Count me in guys” I clapped my hands

in excitement.

Later that evening, the tasting event was held in a stunning vintage-like estate. I keep wondering how my life has changed in the blink of an eye. I wore a short red dress which hugged my curves while my hair was up in a bun with tendrils framing my face. Arlo, had makeup artists and several designers attend to me and my mom. I love how he loves and looks after us.

“Go on sweetheart, make some friends. I’ll be here with Arlo” Mom whispered.

I wandered through the crowd with a glass of wine in hand, feeling out of place but chin up. The wine tasted incredibly good with cherry and spice when a deep voice spoke behind me.

“You look like you’re trying to decide whether to trust the wine or run from it,” I turned around and he adjusted the wine glass to the tip of my fingers, his warm fingers blushing mine in the process. Something primal stirred within me, must be the wine I guess. “First time right?” He asked, his eyes not leaving mine. Finally someone with an American accent.

“Yep, you?” I asked in return. He stepped closer towering before me. Holy Virgin Mother, what a man. I almost forgot to breathe because this 6’4” hulk of a Greek god, with tattoos from his folded sleeves and soft lips and intense green eyes and oh gosh!!!!! His hair was in a low

bun, his sharp jawline with stubbles. his sandalwood scent–

“Nope,”

“What?” I stared in confusion. “This is my first time, Bella” he answered.

“Oh right, you seem like the type that knows his way around a glass,” The wine in my system finally kicking in.

He smirked. Then stepped closer, “Nicholas,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake. I slid my palm into his and he pecked it without breaking eye contact. “Pleasure to meet you,”

“But I like to judge a wine by how it makes a beautiful woman look while drinking it.” His gaze dropped to my lips for a split second before looking back at my eyes.

“Smooth,” I smiled, the wine warming my cheeks. He slid his hands into mine and walked me through several tasting tables, his hand wrapped possessively around my waist and I just let him.

“So, what brings you to Tuscan,” he asked, showing his pearly whites and one-sided dimple.

“A new life?” I answered, c*****g my head to the side.

“What about you?, You look like you run the place,” he chuckled lowly, showing his dimple once again, like how could someone be so perfect?

“Close enough, you smell incredible by the way, like vanilla and sin,” he leaned slightly whispering the last part. As cool as the evening was, it's beginning to get hot.

“You're very direct Nicolas”

“Well I see no point in wasting time, when I see something I want,” he replied, his hand brushing my lower back.

“And I want to know what makes you laugh, what makes these pretty eyes light up, and what makes you moan,” he spun me around and pulled me into his broad chest. What the hell! I didn't even get to breathe. This was getting so interesting.

“Dance with me?” he didn't wait for me to answer before pulling me to the dance floor along with him with his hand casually sliding down my ass. I joined in the teasing game and spun around, my back against his chest. I rolled my waist instinctively, grinding my ass against the bulge in his trousers. Screw Bryan… I feel good.

“Are you always this captivating or…”

“Depends,” I shot back, turning around and sliding my hands up his chest. “You look like the type that changes women…”

“I am, but for once Voglio solo fare le cose con calma” He whispered God knows what in my ears, inhaling my neck, his lips brushing my neck in the process. I could feel hot breath on my neck making my undies wet in desire.

“f**k…" I want to taste you everywhere” we were both tipsy now. The wine, the dark place we found ourselves in intensified the chemistry. He peppered kisses down my neck to my chest.

“Tell me to stop, Bella” he raised his head, his minty breath fanned my face

“I hate being told what to do” I retorted, pulling him down for a fierce kiss, the music faded…at this point, it was just this hot stranger and me. He groaned against my mouth, pressing me against the wall. His hand traced my leg to my thighs, then my inner thighs. His hot desperate lips didn't leave mine as his fingers found my soaked panties and started drawing slow circles.

“f**k…”I moaned into his neck.

“Shhh… we don't want no one hearing," he said as he kept pumping his finger. “Or…” he didn't finish his sentence as he pulled me along back into the crowd.

We got into his car and I texted Mom that I wasn't going home together with her and Arlo. We were unable to keep our hands to ourselves throughout the drive home till we got to his penthouse, then his bedroom. This is it, my first one-night stand since my messy breakup with Bryan. The door barely closed before our clothes started coming off. When he shoved his pants down, I froze with my eyes wide open.

“Holy f*****g cow!” I gasped loudly, staring at his thick, long c**k.

Nicolas smirked, “Don't worry, it always fits,” he winked, pulling me in for a kiss.