LOGIN~FIORELLA~“Make me cum,” I tell Juliette, and she nods without taking her mouth off my ass.Without missing a beat, she shifts her right hand between my legs, sinking her fingers into my damp lambia.As her fingertips finds my clit, she pushes harder into my hole, provoking a howl from me.Her hungry tongue is now shifting quickly across my soaking asshole, frantic fingers moving in quick, lazy circle on my enormous clit.Every touch seems like electricity to me. I rock and writhe on the bed.Then I push back, beginning a rhythm that starts slowly but soon gathers pace.My body has a mind of its own, driven by its own instinctive need for pleasure, and fueled by desire.Juliette tries to keep up, match the moment of her tongue and her fingers with my pulsing movements.But soon, it's all she can do to maintain that glorious friction on my sex, and ass.“Oh, you bitch! You bitch!” I growl.Then without warning, my body push back one final time, my breath become
~FIORELLA~“Strip!” I tell her with a strict, stern voice. “I want you to take off your clothes right now.”“Yes, Mistress,” she replies.She must have noticed that I'm not really in a good mood because with shaky hands, she begins to undress.She slides down her panties, and unhooks her bra.She's now naked but for the satin blindfold around her eyes.“Do you know why you're here?” I ask her.She nods.“Say it honey, I need you to say it with your mouth” I tell her.“Yes, Mistress,” she says firmly. “I'm here to be your submissive.”“And what is a submissive??” I drawl.“A submissive is an owned girl, property of a dominant,” she replies.“Good girl,” I smirk. “Now, what does a submissive do?”“To serve their masters or mistress,” she replies with no hesitation.“Good girl!”Then I touch her ass softly, causing her to inhale sharply as my nails scratch her skin.I step away from her, then walk back to my collection to pick a leather flogger.Slowly and deli
~FIORELLA~The drive home is silent and tense.My grip tightens slightly on the steering wheel as his face flashes in my mind again.That look, that confidence, that defiance.A slow, dangerous heat builds in my chest.By the time I reach my house, I don’t waste a second.I walk inside immediately to see Juliette waiting for me all dressed up. As usual, she's kneeling with her head bowed.“Welcome back, Mistress,” she says sweetly.I'm still pissed, and I don't even look at her.“Go to the playroom and wait for me,” I say.“Yes, Mistress,” she replies.I walk away to my room to take a shower and clear off my head.I need to clear off the thoughts of that annoying jerk.I step into my room and don’t pause….not even to think or breathe.If I do, even for a second, his face will slip back in again… those eyes, that quiet arrogance, that infuriating certainty.No….I won’t allow it.I strip out of my clothes with sharp, efficient movements, letting them fall careless
~FIORELLA~I know I’m speaking.I can hear my own voice…..steady, controlled, precise as always, but something is off.It’s subtle at first….a shift in the air, then a disruption in rhythm.And I don't like it all.I don't tolerate disruption like this.My fingers rest lightly on the document in front of me as I continue explaining clause 4B, my tone even, confident, leaving no room for doubt or interruption. The room is now exactly how I like it…..quiet, attentive, obedient, and controlled.Until I feel a gaze heavy and unrelenting.I don’t look up immediately. I never do. I finish my sentence first, because I don’t break structure for anyone.But when I finally lift my eyes, my chest tightens just slightly, so slightly no one would ever notice.My expression doesn’t change. It never does. I hold his gaze just long enough to acknowledge his existence… and dismiss it.He’s nothing, just another distraction, so I continue speaking.But something inside me i
~LUCAS~She's speaking now, but I don’t hear half of what she’s saying.The meeting continues….voices speaking, papers shifting, someone presenting numbers, but all of it fades into a distant blur because my eyes are locked on her.Or… the person who looks exactly like her.My chest tightens slowly, painfully, like something is pressing inward.Marcella.The name echoes in my head like a ghost I can’t bury.But the longer I sit here… the longer I watch her, the more something feels wrong.Terribly wrong.My jaw tightens as I lean back slightly in my chair, forcing myself to breathe, to think, to see.Because this?This woman in front of me?She is not the girl I knew.The Marcella I remember wasn't like this.She wasn’t cold, she wasn't sharp.She didn’t sit in rooms like this, commanding silence with just a look.And Marcella…..my Marcella…..would have reacted. Even if it was anger. Even if it was denial. She would have felt something.My Marcella laughed to
~LUCAS~The moment I step into the room, everything in me stops.My hand is still on the door, and my breath catches halfway in my chest.Because sitting at the head of the table is her…Marcella.She's sitting there…back straight, chin slightly lifted, eyes sharp and unreadable.What is Marcella doing sitting here with lawyers when she isn't a law student??It doesn’t fit her.My grip on the door tightens unconsciously, the metal cold against my palm, grounding me because suddenly the room feels like it’s tilting. This isn’t right. None of this is right.My heart starts pounding harder, and before I can even process it….“Oh, here he is.”The voice pulls everyone’s attention to me, but I barely hear it, because I'm still staring at her.Still trying to understand what I’m looking at.“Our new intern. Mr. Lucas Santis.”The introduction barely registers, because her eyes are on me now.And just like earlier, there’s nothing in them….no recognition, no reaction,
~ELENA~I don’t remember walking. I don’t remember taking a step. I barely remember deciding to leave the dining room.All I know is that something in me knew ... .knew they would hurt each other, knew they would break something that can never be fixed, knew I had to stop
~ELENA~The front door burst open and my step father walks in angrily.My mother follows him inside, her eyes wide, her face pale. She clutches her purse like it might keep her safe.“Where are they?” Lorenzo’s voice is sharp enough to slice through stone.As if my step bro
~ELENA~I open my eyes, and the world seems to stop breathing.Moonlight slants through the half-drawn curtains, silvering the air, and there he is.Riccardo.I gasp out softly.He’s sitting beside me on the bed, breathing hard, shadows cutting across his face. His eyes catch
~ELENA~Someone is here. Someone is really here.My eyes flutter open immediately, half awake, half conscious.For a heartbeat, everything is dark…. shadows dancing across the ceiling, moonlight spilling faintly through the rain-smeared glass. The air feels heavy, thick wi







