Chapter 2

Layla.

(One week later.)

it's been a week since my parents had gone for a vacation and let's just say Dante has been using this new freedom to whatever he wants. I've had very little say in the matter mostly because I didn't know what I could do that could possibly deter him since a part of me secretly enjoyed his shenanigans. Especially on nights like this one.

Hearing Dante come back from his outing I had slipped out of my room to see him sneak a woman into his bedroom and it didn't take long for erotic sounds to start seeping from their room. intrigued, I tiptoed down the stairs and went directly in front of room, listening to them go at it. I immediately became aroused, dirty thoughts filling my head and pushing me to the point of desperation.

Pressing my back against the door, I bit my lips, quietly slipping my hands in between my legs and towards my soaked panties, closing my eyes as beads of sweat formed on my forehead, my breathing ragged. Just behind it, my uncle was having sex with random woman he brought in for the night. Her moans rang out and I secretly imagined that it was me he was fucking like that. I could literally hear the sounds of his thrusts as he pounded into her.

Moaning soundlessly, I pushed my panties aside and began to stroke my swollen clit, chasing my own orgasm. I had been watching porn until his arrival, imagining he was the one fucking me and now I could use the sounds he was making to relieve myself. Moving faster, my vision began to dim as my orgasm neared me. Before long, I was bucking against the door and squirting as my orgasm crashed through me, waves of pleasure washing all over me, sucking all the strength from my legs. Just then, the woman screamed, also cumming as well. Sucking deep breaths into my lungs, I stayed there till my heart rate steadied and my brain returned to me. Digusting, I know but I couldn't help myself. My uncle was a fine specimen of a man.

Not wanting to listen to them change positions and go at it again, I quietly trudged to my room, the sounds of their coupling accompanying me. Climbing up the stairs, I made it to my room and shut the door behind me, lying down on the bed. My pussy still throbbed but no amount of self pleasure will ever be the same as the real thing, and that was unattainable as my uncle was out of reach.

But the two of you aren't blood related, are you? A voice spoke and I groaned. It was true, Dante and I had no silver of blood running between us. He was adopted by my grandparents when he was teenager and he was six years older than me. Still it didn't stop me from desiring him. It also didn't help that I had broken up with my boyfriend as well, so there was no one to take out my sexual frustration on.

I waited till the noise subsided and heard the outside door close before coming out of my room. I met Uncle Dante in the kitchen, having a glass of water and wearing nothing except for his briefs. My eyes immediately went to his boner and noticed that it was yet to go down. If only he would stick that into me right now. I quickly looked up before he caught me staring.

"You aren't asleep yet?" Dante asked in that velvety voice of his and I shook my head, wearing a frown as I walked into the kitchen, mindful of the fact that he was staring at me since I only had a nightgown on.

"Couldn't sleep with all of that noise." I murmured as I headed to the fridge to grab a bottle of apple juice. Dante was just inches away.

"Were we that loud?" He asked and I nodded, sparing a glance at him. He seemed embarrassed at first but he blinked and it was gone, replaced by a mischievous look. His hair was tousled over his face and he smelled absolutely design. Gosh, he was so handsome it was lethal.

"Taking advantage of the fact that my parents aren't home, huh?" I taunted, shutting the refrigerator after I had grabbed my apple juice

"Well, what else can I do. It's awfully boring in this small town." He groaned, displeasure evident in his voice.

"Then go back to the city!" I snapped, my voice harsher than I intended it to be. I realized my mistake and tried to apologize only to catch Dante smirking at me, the suggestive look in his eyes indicating something that made my blood boil.

"Someone's fiesty today. Are you mad that I got some action and you didn't?" He teased.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." I mumbled and walked away from him, feeling embarrassed. How could I allow my emotions to get the better of me?! Picking up a mug, I poured some apple juice into it and began to drink it. After this, I'm going back to my room and masturbating myself to sleep.

That was until I felt Dante's presence behind me, and before long he was in my personal space, his face just above my shoulders and his hot breath tickling my neck.

"Do you want me to go back to the city?" He whispered, his husky voice sending tremors down my spine. My insides was starting to get hot. I gripped the mug tight, looking straight ahead, too afraid to answer his question. I felt his lips on my earlobe and I flinched, trying to get away from him but he already had me caged. "I asked a question Layla. Do you want me to go back to the city?" He murmured once more.

I gulped, feeling my face flush with heat. The truth is, I didn't want him to go. The last time I saw him was four years ago, when I kissed him. If he left now there's not telling when I would see him again. "N-no" I stuttered out when he grabbed my waist. "Let go of me." I groaned, trying to sound harsh but my voice just came out so weak, he chuckled. He sucked on my earlobe for a bit, his hardened member stroking my backside before pulling away from me, severing all contact. My legs immediately grew weak and I had to lean onto the counter for support.

"That's what I thought." He said, his voice still filled me mirth. He must have enjoyed making me so flustered.

"You asshole!" I threw at him once I finally found my bearings, my voice trembling. I was so aroused, I was so close to jumping him, my nipples hard and aching. Needing to hide my humiliation, I started up the stairs, ready to hide in my room when his voice interrupted me.

"By the way, I saw a puddle of water at the entrance of my room. I'm hoping that didn't come from you, did it?" He asked, his tone suggestive and I felt my blood burn even hotter. Of course, I had squirted in front of doorstep. The fact that he saw it....

Not giving him a reply, I rushed to my room and slammed the door behind me, my heart pounding in my chest.

Fuck... I'm so wet.