ALESSIA'S POV:
I woke up slow. The sun was in my face. Someone had moved the blinds.
I groaned and reached for the other side of the bed. Empty. Cold.
Right. What the hell was I expecting? That after taking my virginity, Cesare would curl up next to me?
Fuck. The word came out in my head sharp. My stomach twisted. Why did I let my body win last night?
I tried to sit up. A sharp sting spread between my legs and I sucked in a breath.
Images hit me fast—me writhing under him, my own voice spilling out without shame.
"Please… don't stop, Cesare… harder… God—"
I shut my eyes, heat crawling up my face.
"Good morning, ma'am," a soft voice said.
I turned. The maid stood by the window, folding her hands.
"Good morning," I muttered. My throat was dry. "What time is it?"
"It's a few minutes past eleven, ma'am."
Shit. I'd overslept.
She walked closer, still polite, still calm. "Master asked that you shouldn't be disturbed. He said you might be sore. I've come to attend to you."
Sore. Damn right I was sore. But why the hell was he telling the maids that? Heat flared in my chest again.
"I could use a warm bath," I said, pushing the sheets off me.
"Very well, then. I shall get it all ready. I'll go fetch the oils." She bowed her head a little and left.
The door clicked shut. I was alone again.
My mind wouldn't shut up.
You let him fuck you like a slut…
I pressed my palms to my eyes. I hated how true it sounded.
Doesn't change the fact that it's true... Slut!
You wanted him to go faster, go harder... Who was moaning so affectionately under him like a little whore?
I growled, my stomach twisting at the thought.
Why did I do that?
Give my dignity to the monster. But last night was... different.
The way he behaved...
Was he finally---
I looked up as the maid entered again with the oil.
"I'll get the bath ready" She smiled, walking towards the bathroom.
I smiled back, stood up from the bed and exhaled.
We'll just have to find out
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It's been a whole day without seeing his face and he suddenly orders me to come down for dinner?
I peeked at him, idly stabbing at the steak with my fork
Why was he acting so indifferent? So cold as if nothing happened between us?
And yet... why was I so drawn towards him right now? The calmness in his eyes as he slice through the steak and the way he eats.
Damn. You're pathetic, Alessia.
"Do you have something to say?" He dropped the steak knife and looked at me.
"Uh... I---"
"Focus on your food if you don't" he interrupted sharply and picked the glass of wine on the table.
Rude... What's gotten into him suddenly? Back to his old ways so quickly?
"Um... Shouldn't we talk about..." I paused, my heartbeat pacing fast with the way he stared at me.
"Talk about what?"
"...last night" I muttered, lowering my head.
"You want to talk about how you were fucked last night?" He chuckled, dropping the glass.
"No" I replied sharply,
"Well... I guess that's part---"
"I guess we can talk about your cute little moans. The way you had yourself drowning under me and telling me to go faster" he laughed softly, picking the napkin to clean his mouth.
What the hell is wrong with him? I just---
"The mighty princess of the Ferraro---"
"What is wrong with you?!" I snapped, before I could control myself
He stared at me, brows raised.
"Why do you have to be a jerk?" I stuttered, glaring at him
"You act so indifferent. So stupidly nonchalant. After..." I paused, sniffling
"After making... love to me. You---"
My heart dropped as he burst into laughter
"How naive" he shook his head, standing up
"Making love? Is that what you think that was? Because of the candles and Lavender?"
I lowered my head, gritting my teeth as I stared at the steak knife
"Gosh, Alessia... You think you're some fairytale Princess?" He mused, standing besides me.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, Princess. I'm not that gentle— I don't make love, I fuck. What happened was your initiation" he chuckled.
"The next time... It'll be harder. Just the way I like it"
He stared at me for a few seconds, laughed mockingly and walked off.
I closed my eyes at the sound of the door shutting.
Seriously, Alessia... What were you expecting? That he'll hold you by the hands and get you ice cream?
I laughed softly, lowering my head.
I... hate him. I hate the way he thinks of me.
But what am I... when those words and the thoughts of next time made me wet with heat?
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I'd lost my appetite with everything that went on during dinner.
Fuck... I needed something to snack on and drink so badly. And why aren't the maids around when I need them right now?
This is the way to the kitchen right? I glanced at the council room's door. I'd seen the maids scurrying in this direction. I should be able to see a maid if it's not the kitchen
But. I paused and looked beneath the door. It wasn't fully shut... and what were those noises?
They shouldn't be having a meeting at this time.
My stomach tied into a knot as I looked around and tiptoed towards the door. I know that sound.
I gulped as I brought my head forward to peep through the crack. And surely, there he was— the dog. Ramming through the lady arched over the table like it was a marathon.
My eyes widened as I watched them— he moved so swiftly with precision and drew out sharp moans with each thrust.
And her face... like a bitch in heat, drooling like it was salvation. I gulped as I stared at her. Could I---
No. I shouldn't be here. Yet my legs stayed rooted, already shaking at the sight. My hand slid down, pressing as though it could tame the heat surging through me.
My heart dropped as he paused and turned around.
"I know you're there, Alessia. Come in"
Should I turn back?
I hesitated but my body betrayed me— It craved this heat... those cries.
I was doomed after all.
I walked in slowly, looking at the lady. She smiled at me, not bothered by my presence and moaning as he moved slowly.
"Sit"
And just like a little slut, with no control over my will, I sat at the chair opposite them and lowered my head.
I shouldn't be here. I glanced at the lady, rubbing my legs together. But, why... did I want to be arched like her?
"Heads up, princess, this is how I fuck."