Pieck X Porco Novels & Stories

Imagine having a reputation like that for your whole life. The waiter comes back soon after with our order and Enzo takes the liberty of translating what I ordered. I find out that the 'Torcelli salsiccia e porcini' is basically fancy pasta. 'Bistecca ai ferri' is steak and 'Coppa di fragole con panna e menta' is strawberries with sour cream on it. I cut a piece of the steak and I moan. Enzo's eyes darkened and his jaw ticked as he watched me slide the fork out of my mouth. "Is it good?" He asks, his voice lower than usual.

A low, involuntary groan slipped out of me as I took another bite, then another. I was smiling like an idiot. Full-on grinning while chewing. This was… unreal. Better than anything I’d had in the city — hell, better than most of the overpriced “artisanal” shit athletes were supposed to eat. Rich, comforting, addictive. My alpha instincts were practically purring. What the hell? Why doesn’t he sell these regularly? This thing could make his bakery famous. I caught myself seriously wondering how hard it would be to drag him and his recipes back to the city with me.

My fingers were clutching at his neck and I was pretty sure I was never getting out of his bed ever again. I could die here kissing Dorian while he ground our boners together and never ever regret it. I was so lost in our bubble, it took me a minute to realize there was a knock on the door Dorian groaned and his head fell back against the headboard. “Fuck. That’s the pizza.” Laughing breathlessly, I lifted myself off him even as he kept groping my butt. “You get it." He shook his head and pointed down at his lap where he was clearly rock hard. “I can't. Shit except you want me to flash the pizza guy."

For someone that does not really like foods like that, he sure ate many boxes of pizza. “Why….I…” I stopped in my tracks. I didn't know how to start the conversation. “What? Cat got your tongue Pinecrust?” He asked. He was a couple of feet away from me one minute, the next, he was right in front of my face. “Stop that.” I told him, angrily. “Stop what? I have no idea what you're talking about.” He joked and stepped back. “You know what you're doing. Stop calling me that in a mocking tone.”

My jaw clenches so hard I can feel my teeth grinding together, but I keep skating, forcing myself to stay focused on the game. "Oh right," he continues, his voice dropping lower so only I can hear it over the scrape of skates on ice. "You got distracted. Started thinking about other things. Other people." The words hit like a punch to the gut, stealing my breath for a moment. He's talking about last year, about that night I've spent months trying to forget. "Saw your little stepbrother at that party the other night," Marcus chirps during the next face-off, positioning himself directly across from me. His eyes are bright with malicious amusement. "Kid's cute. Bet it would be easy to sway him

I found the office, knocked, and stepped inside. “Mrs. Zoey? Got a minute?” She looked up, glasses sliding down her nose. “Ryder King. What a surprise to actually see you in my office.” I gave her a tight smile and stood in front of her desk“It’s about my grade. There must’ve been some kind of mix-up, right? I’m a pretty decent artist.” “Decent?” She hummed, amused, and pulled out my portfolio. “Here’s your latest submission.” I leaned in, expecting at least a C. “And?”

Watching Piki and James chat, Miss Grace playfully hit Peach with her shoulder and then said, “She resembles her father, but she brought your behavior.” “True. But she's got her father's attitude. He has been making sure to empower it in her.” Peach said, smiling at her daughter. Squatting to meet Piki's height, James smiled at her and then said, “I made your favorite double cheese with meat pizza, and it's in the kitchen. Now, who's your favorite uncle?” “It’s you, Uncle James,” Piki said, smiling widely. “That’s my niece. Do you want to eat it?”

He marches away across the room, reaches the door, and picks something up from the ground. I can't see what he is doing or what he is holding. But a foul stench reaches my nose, and a heartbeat later he slams a metal bowl that's filled with dog food under my nose. I inhale with horror, looking up at him to see him smirking like it's the funniest thing he's ever seen. “Tu cazzo di maiale! [You fucking pig!]” Leo hisses, attempting to shove the bowl away from me, but Frankie shoves it firmly back under my nose.

The smells of food were so nice and mouth-watering that made my stomach growl immediately as I dug in as soon as the waiter left. Supplì is fried meatballs with mozzarella cheese and tomato sauce. It tasted incredible with a combination of meat, cheese, and sauce with spices. 'Pizza al taglio' was actually pizza by the slice and tasted more likely pizza. Trapizzino was a hybrid of a tramezzino sandwich and pizza. The porchetta sandwich was made with juicy meat with ultra-crispy skin and some tasty spices that gave it an extraordinary taste. I couldn't help but moan at the taste of this incredible food. Nicolas was watching me attentively like I was a difficult mathematical equation.