I push against his chest suddenly, forcing him to stop mid-thrust. The surprise in his eyes makes me feel drunk with power.
"No," I say firmly, shocking myself with my boldness. "Not like this."
"Stella?"
I push him onto his back, his cock slipping out of me with a wet sound that makes us both groan. But I'm already moving, sliding off the bed with newfound confidence, my legs shaky but determined.
"Where are you—"
"I'm not done with you," I interrupt, turning to face him with a smile that feels foreign on my lips: predatory, confident, completely unlike the servant girl who cowered just weeks ago. “Your family is all out for the day, right? On that corporate picnic you refused to join.”
“Yes.”
“Even Ana and the baby.”
“Yes, why—”
"I want you to fuck me in every room of this house today. Starting with that table where you first fed me."
His jaw drops. Alessandro Rosetti, who always has a smooth response, is speechless.
"Every room?" His voice cracks slightly.
"Every. Single. Room." I walk toward the door, aware that I'm naked, covered in his marks, his cum dripping down my thighs. Yesterday's me would have been mortified. Today's version revels in it. "We're starting in the dining room. I want you to bend me over that mahogany table where you fed me, where your family judged me."
"Jesus Christ, Stella." He's already scrambling off the bed, his cock bobbing as he moves. "You really are going to kill me."
"Then you'll die happy," I say, already reaching for the door handle. "Now come show me what that tongue can do on your leather chair. Unless you're too tired?"
The challenge in my voice makes his eyes flash dangerously. In two strides, he's behind me, spinning me around and pressing me against the door. His cock presses against my stomach, rock hard and leaking again.
"Too tired?" he growls, his hand wrapping around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, possessive and gentle at once. "I'll fuck you on every surface in this house. Then I'll fuck you in the car. In my office. By that telescope you love so much. I'll make you come so many times you forget your own name."
"Promises, promises," I whisper, then reach down to stroke his cock, making him hiss. "Prove it."
He crashes his mouth to mine, the kiss bruising and desperate. When he pulls back, we're both panting.
"Grab my shirt," he orders. "You're wearing it to the dining room. I want to fuck you in nothing but my shirt."
I slip on his white button-down from last night, the fabric still carrying his scent. It barely covers my ass, and I know I'mdripping down my thighs, but the hunger in his eyes makes me feel like a goddess.
"Move," I command, opening the door. "We have a whole house to christen, and I want to be screaming your name in every room before lunch."
As I walk down the hallway toward the dining room, I hear him behind me, muttering in Italian. Something that sounds like prayers and curses combined. I smile, knowing that the servant girl is truly gone now, replaced by something far more dangerous: a woman who knows her power and isn't afraid to use it.
"Stella," he calls, and when I turn, his expression is pure worship mixed with awe. "You're going to destroy me completely, aren't you?"
"Yes," I say simply, then push open the dining room door. "Now come here and let me."
19 - Alessandro
Emma steals bacon from my plate with the same fingers that traced constellations on my chest last night, and I realize I’ve been watching the kitchen’s exits for ten minutes while she hums completely off-key.
The sound should be painful—she's murdering the melody of some pop song I vaguely recognize—but coming from her mouth while she wears nothing but my white shirt from last night, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Even if it's probably making the guards posted outside question their career choices.
Just two nights ago I claimed her virginity, and she's already transformed my morning routine from strategic planning to watching her destroy breakfast with endearing incompetence. One perfect morning of making love to her on every surface we could find, marking her, owning her, and still my cock gets hard just from watching her lick grease off her thumb.
"That's my breakfast you're demolishing," I point out, though we both know I made extra specifically so she could steal it after burning her own.
