Risotto Nero Novels & Stories

Word by word. Drake wasn’t afraid of reviews. He wasn’t afraid of anything. But the sight of that man licking oil off his thumb while scribbling in a little black notebook made something snarl low in his belly. — Course two. A deep bowl. Creamy risotto, thick with porcini, glistening like wet sin. A single runny quail egg yolk in the center. Gold dusted edges. Bold. Rich. This time, Emery moaned. Audibly.

Anton and Vittorio had placed a big bowl of rice with vegetables along with a salad with some fluffy white stuff on it. "This," Anton pointed to the pasta, "Is my great great great grandmother Mary's famous Risotto with mushroom sauce. And that," He pointed to the salad, "Is Panzanella. It contains Tuscan bread, fresh tomatoes, mozzarella, onions and grounded pepper," I could already felt my mouth water at the sight of the food. I quickly gave grace and began to eat. Just as I imagined, the food was delicious, and I almost sank into my seat in satisfaction. While we all ate, I was able to get to know more about Anton and awed at how he and Josephina met.

I also include a platter of cheeses and cured meats. For Nek, I chose tender lamb served with a side of creamy risotto, which was made with Italian arborio rice and topped with shaved truffles. I also include a fresh and colorful Greek salad, which is filled with ripe tomatoes, crisp cucumbers, and tangy feta cheese.

"Enough plotting here—dinner awaits! The chef's outdone himself: risotto alla Milanese, osso buco, and tiramisu to die for. To the table!" They migrated to the dining room, a long mahogany expanse beneath a constellation of crystal pendants, white linens crisp, gold-rimmed plates steaming with golden saffron rice studded with marrow-rich veal shanks, sides of asparagus and polenta glistening. Luciano took the head, Natalie beside him, Charlotte and Howard opposite, candles flickering like conspirators. As servers retreated soundlessly, Luciano raised his glass. "To Charlotte's gala—and the hearts it'll mend. Salute!"

“I want to see you feel the heat.” He slowed his rhythm. Sweat began to bead at the nape of his neck, trickling down his spine. Hellen took a sip of wine, licked her lips. “You look beautiful like this. Naked. Working for me. Serving. It’s exactly where you belong.” Jaston felt his cock harden completely. He didn’t touch it. He knew he wasn’t allowed. When the risotto was almost ready—creamy, al dente, fragrant with parmesan and dried porcini—he turned off the heat. He took her plate, served carefully, scraping the bottom of the pan for the best part. Then he knelt beside the stool.

Nonnetta said, clapping her hands together, eyes lighting up with eager excitement. The soft click of chinaware filled the air as breakfast was served. I stared at my plate of Ragu di chinghiale (an Italian food cooked with red wine. The sauce gives a dark, thick red-blood color and text, making me lose my appetite. It reminded me of Paolo, the blood he spat out of his mouth as his knee kissed the ground during the gun fire, the bullet that had pierced his head as I tried rescuing him. It was more painful that he died trying to shield me.

But I wasn’t about to let that happen—not tonight. I tugged his hand gently. “Come on, sit.” His brows furrowed slightly, but he let me pull him toward the kitchen table. He didn’t argue, didn’t question—it was like exhaustion had drained the fight out of him. As he took a seat, I turned toward the kitchen, grabbing the covered dishes I had spent the afternoon preparing. Jace blinked when I placed the first dish in front of him—a steaming plate of risotto alla Milanese, its golden hue vibrant under the kitchen lights.

Servants take the plates away and serve the main, a tender osso bucco is served with Milanese risotto and a green salad, paired with a Nebbiolo. I watch as Aurum cuts the osso bucco and carefully eats. Clearly very aware of her dental predicament. I wonder if it’s too hard for her to eat even though it’s very soft. “Can we ask her? Or is that rude” Gunther wonders. “I think it might be painful to talk about” I answer him. “So your wolf, what are you expecting?” Aurum gently dabs her mouth with the napkin before responding “Thank you for asking Alpha Zared, I hope she can heal my body and offer me guidance”

I laid the menu back down and stared at Amadeo for help. "Inizieremo con l'antipasto misto del leccio seguito dalle tagliatelle ai funghi porcini. Per il secondo vitella al forno e tiramisù per dessert." The woman nodded. "Sounds lovely. I'll get this right in for you. Any drink orders?" "Wine," Amadeo supplied. "For both of us and keep it coming." "Yes, Mr. Bianchi." My jaw dropped. That was freaking hot!

I looked down at the plate in front of me but didn't move . “This is grilled bistecca alla fiorentina,” he continued, gesturing to the plate. “a tuscany-style ribeye steak, served with a side of grilled polenta and saffron-infused peas.” I looked back up at him. “At least have a drink, you've been tense since we arrived," Leonardo said. "I'm fine.” “You're shaking." I picked up my glass, stirred and took a sip. Too sweet. "Chianti Classico,” he said again.