All Chapters of His Queen,Their War: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*Prologue*I sighed as I flopped back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. It had been a long day and I was exhausted, both mentally and physically. But there was an ache between my legs that wouldn't go away, no matter how much I tried to ignore it.I let my hand drift down to the waistband of my panties, slipping a finger beneath the elastic. My pussy was already wet, swollen with need. I hadn't been with anyone since Salvatore left, and it was starting to take its toll on my body.I closed my eyes, letting my mind drift back to happier times. To Salvatore's strong hands roaming over my body, his mouth hot on my skin. His huge hands grabbing my ass, I could practically feel his cock pushing inside me, stretching me open…With a groan, I shoved my panties down and started to touch myself in earnest. Two fingers plunged into my tight hole while my thumb rubbed firm circles over my clit. My hips bucked up to meet my hand, desperate for more friction.I pictured his face as he fucked m

I remember dozing off but I woke up already dressed, which was unsettling for at least three reasons,One, I didn’t remember putting these clothes on.Two, my jeans were wrinkled like they’d been through a hostage situation.Three, my shirt was on backward, and no one had bothered to fix it. I need help.The suitcase by the door told me this wasn’t a dream. My parents hadn’t changed their minds overnight. I was still being shipped off like a suspicious package to “straighten out my life.”And outside? The jet was ready.Yeah. A jet. Because apparently when my parents exile me to another country, they prefer it be done in style. I quickly applied my lip gloss and did my hair. I'm not ready for mom's early morning Italian curses.Mom was already waiting by the steps, her posture as stiff as the starch in her blouse. Dad stood beside her, hands in his pockets, looking like a man who’d already had his morning espresso and a side of disappointment.“Remember,” Mom started, doing that thing

The book lay between us on the low marble table, its glossy cover catching the late-afternoon light streaming through the tall windows. I had been flipping pages for the last ten minutes, pretending to weigh each choice carefully when, in reality, I’d already made up my mind.I leaned back in the velvet chair, tapping my manicured nails against the page I’d marked. “Alright,” I said with a triumphant smile. “University of Kore University of Enna. The youngest of the four. Sleek, modern glass buildings in the hills. They call it the ‘fortress in the clouds’...remote, almost isolated. Some say it’s free from the corruption the older schools swim in. What more could a good girl want?.”Across from me, he leaned forward slightly, resting one elbow on the arm of his chair. His voice was smooth but firm, laced with that effortless Italian accent that could make no sound like a compliment. “No.”I blinked. “No? That’s it? No reasoning? No negotiation?”His lips curved into something that was

The dining room was too quiet.Not completely silent though,there was the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway, the low hum of the chandelier’s bulbs, the clink of silverware being set in place by a servant who moved quickly, efficiently, like even his footsteps were afraid to linger. But to me, the silence was louder than anything.I followed Matteo down the stairs, his broad frame cutting an easy path while mine trailed behind, stiff and hesitant. His hand brushed the polished railing, a casual dominance in the way he moved that reminded me I wasn’t just walking down to a meal. Dinner with Matteo was never just dinner.He pulled out a chair at the long mahogany table and sat without waiting for me. Of course he didn’t. He expected me to know my place, to take the seat across from him like it was reserved only for me. I did, sliding into the chair, my hands clasping in my lap before I dared glance up.The table was ridiculous. Covered with too many dishes, too many o

*Lorenzo*The line went dead.I stared at the dark screen of my phone, jaw tight, a curse breaking past my lips.“Matteo…” I hissed,my knuckles white as I tightened my grip. “You stupid, ungrateful bastard.”I leaned back in the driver’s seat of my car, leather creaking under my weight, the hum of the engine filling the silence Matteo had left behind. Betrayal burned in my chest, hotter than the whisky I usually reached for at times like this. I had given Matteo everything,trust, loyalty, a seat close to my throne. And Matteo had dared to betray me. He was greedy! My eldest brother warned him,but I was too blind to see it,he's gonna pay for that.The thought repeated like a drumbeat in my skull. He was supposed to be my brother. My shadow. My right hand. And he chose to spit on it.Another curse tore out of me as I shoved the car door open. The night air hit me, cool against my heated skin, and I straightened my jacket with a violent tug. I stepped out, the gravel crunching ben