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His Queen,Their War Chapter Seventy Six
Alessia’s POVHis words hung in the air like smoke, it was filthy and perfect. The command rolled through me, and my body obeyed before my mind could protest. My fingers moved again, faster now, circling my clit with shameless precision while Lorenzo watched. His pupils were dilated wide, his tie abandoned, his shirt collar open. He looked like a man who had walked into his own fantasy and found it already in progress.I should have been mortified. I should have closed my legs and begged forgiveness for defiling his desk. Instead I, spread wider, letting him see everything, I.let him see my swollen, glistening pussy. My hips rolled in slow, greedy circles, chasing the friction I had denied myself moments ago.Lorenzo stepped between my thighs, not touching yet, just close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. He smelled like the city outside with a faint trace of alcohol. His hands braced on the desk on either side of my hips, caging me without contact.“That’s it,” he
His Queen,Their War Chapter Seventy Five
Alessia’s POVI and Guila went to Lorenzo's office to pick up some documents that she had to check. While she was looking for the documents, I took a while to digest what Guila said earlier. My brain was still trying to process those words.Guila left with a quiet squeeze of my hand and a knowing look that said we would talk more later. The door clicked shut behind her, and the penthouse fell silent again. I rarely come here. It smelled of leather, cigar smoke, and his sharp and expensive cologne. The room was all dark wood and heavy furniture, bookshelves lined with first editions he never read, a massive desk that looked more like a throne than office furniture. I leaned against the door for a moment, breathing in the unfamiliar space.Then I crossed the room and, without thinking, boosted myself onto the edge of his desk. The polished mahogany was cool beneath my palms. My legs dangled and my toes brushed the floor. My eyes wandered slowly around the room. They were framed pictur
His Queen,Their War Chapter Seventy Four
Alessia’s POVI spent the entire day trying not to think about him.After Salvatore left me at the door, I brewed coffee strong enough to strip paint, then carried the cup to the studio at the far end of the penthouse. I had the guards move my things outside. I told myself I would work. I wanted to create a new casual dress. But every line I drew curved like the sharp edge of his jaw. Every shadow I shaded reminded me of the way fear had shadowed those men’s eyes when he entered the room.I gave up on the dress by noon.Next came cleaning, something I never did. I wiped counters that were already spotless, reorganized the pantry by color, and folded throw blankets into perfect squares. Physical movement to keep my mind blank. It almost worked until I reached for a high shelf and caught my reflection in the dark glass of the oven door. My cheeks were flushed, eyes too bright. I looked like someone waiting for something. Or someone.By late afternoon I was pacing. From the living room
His Queen,Their War Chapter Seventy Three
Alessia’s POVSunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, spilling across the white marble floors. I blinked awake slowly, disoriented by the brightness and the silence. For a moment I lay still, staring at the high ceiling, the events of last night rushing back in a dizzying wave. The trophy. The cake. Lorenzo’s kiss. Salvatore’s quiet acceptance. What a minute, I’m in the penthouse? But I slept in the hotel! My body felt heavy, as though the weight of everything had settled into my bones overnight. I pushed myself up, the silk sheets sliding cool against my skin, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The apartment was too quiet. No clatter from the kitchen, no distant hum of the city muffled by staff movement. Just emptiness.I padded barefoot to the bathroom, the heated floors a small comfort under my soles. The shower was long and hot, steam filling the vast space until the mirrors fogged completely. I stood under the rainfall head for what felt l
His Queen,Their War Chapter Seventy Two
Just great.The applause resumed around us, strangers congratulating me again, voices overlapping in a blur of sound. Still, I felt hollow inside, as though something essential had slipped through my fingers without me even noticing when.The school had a little party till 11pm. I was already tired and wanted to go home. Guila rescued me, steering me toward the waiting car with promises of champagne and late-night celebrations. Lorenzo followed for a while, still carrying that ridiculous cake, still drawing eyes and whispers. But eventually he peeled off with a final triumphant wave, claiming some urgent business call.And then it was just me, Guila, and Salvatore.He opened the car door for us without a word, his movements efficient, impersonal. I slid into the back seat, clutching the trophy like a shield. Guila chattered excitedly the entire drive, replaying every moment of the show, but her voice faded into background noise.All I could feel was the weight of Salvatore’s silence i
His Queen,Their War Chapter Seventy One
Alessia’s POVThe applause grew louder, swelling until it wrapped around me like a living thing, pressing against my ears, my chest, my heart.I had won.The realization hit me all at once, so sharp it almost hurt. My knees went weak, and if not for Guila gripping my arm from backstage, I might have collapsed right there in front of everyone. The judges were standing now, smiling, nodding, clapping as though they had always known this would be the outcome.I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream.Instead, I smiled.A man approached the stage, elegant and impossibly handsome in his tailored midnight-blue suit. He was Matteo Rossi, the second most celebrated fashion designer in all of Italy. My breath caught in my throat as he took my hands in his, his grip warm and firm, his eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.“Brava, signorina,” he said, voice low and rich. “This dress is gorgeous. Truly a masterpiece.”I almost sobbed right there on the stage.Cameras rushed forwar
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