All Chapters of His Queen,Their War: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

*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