All Chapters of Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I'm not classically trained to walk a runway or strip like a skilled dancer. I'm not even sure I should be doing this. It could end horribly wrong, and I could end up regretting this after I make a big dicking of myself. But after this morning, I feel like I owe Alessandro, and I haven’t seen or heard from him since I left his room.I'm standing outside Alessandros’ office with my hand raised mid-air, and I begin to think twice about whether I should knock or not.What if he rejects me?Taking one final look at myself, I peer down at the creamy white silk robe that clings to my body like glue. Underneath, my body is wrapped up in the skimpiest lingerie I own. My physique burns with an undying fire that makes me nervous. The thought of giving Don Valentino a lap dance makes me crazy with desire. I don't know why I thought this would be a fun and slow-burning seduction to thank him for all that he has done for me. But here I stand. With my hand still raised, I take the plunge, k

“That's right, baby, take all of me.” He growls as he bites down on his lower lip, thrusting his hips. My eyes water, as I gasp, gag and moan. I struggle to breathe as he gives me every inch of his rigid cock, and I take it without resisting. I want him, I need every delicious inch he has to offer, filling my mouth. We mark each other in our most intimate places, claiming one another as my nude lipstick smears across the base of his cock. A forewarning to all the skanks that this man is mine. Saliva tinged with premium pre-cum slides down the side of my mouth, down my chin and lands on my breasts. I swirl the tip of my tongue over the mushroom of his cock, slowly gliding the tip of my tongue along his throbbing vein along his shaft as I take him in my mouth, inch by inch. “Cazzo, Ivy.” His grip tightens on my hair, leaving a wake of pain. “So good, so… Fucking good…” He moans hoarsely. I continue to lick and suck him, placing my hand at the base of his shaft, and I stroke hi

ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO. Nervously fiddling with my gold-plated cuff links, I wait at the bottom of the staircase for Ivy to make her grand entrance. I turn my head to the side and peer down at Savannah. She endlessly spins around in a circle, playing with the puffy skirt of her dress, giggling. One corner of my mouth kicks up as my heart skips a beat. Knowing that my blood courses through her veins don’t make me love her more than I did before I found out. She has had all my love from the get-go, and I have loved her fiercely as if she were my own. Savannah is the only heir to the Valentino empire but first, I need to pick out all the weeds before I allow her to take over. I move my shirt's collar to the side by hooking my index finger through it. I feel like I'm suffocating. I hate attending these formal fundraiser galas. Mixing and mingling with people is not my forté. But I understand that it must be done, and this time around, it shouldn't feel too crucial as m

After Riccardo went around the block for the third time, he brought the vehicle to a standstill for the second time tonight. And like the first time, Alessandro waits for me outside the vehicle with his hand extended. Clenching my jaw, I place my hand in his with no hesitation, no deep breaths and no second-guessing. He assists me in exiting the vehicle, and the entire time, all I can think about is avoiding tripping over my gown and collapsing. When both of my feet safely land on the red carpet, I privately sigh with relief while externally flashing the brightest, toothiest smile I can muster despite the dazzling lights blinding me. As Alessandro wraps his hand around my waist, he draws me closer to him and kisses the top of my head. “You are bellissimo inside and out, amore mio. And now the world is going to know that you are mine.” He mutters as his lips linger over my pebbling flesh. I blush, blinking back tears, and try not to scoff at his description of me being beauti

We all gather around the dinner table, Alessandro sits on my right, Savannah on my left, and Mrs DeLuca glares at me from across the table. As our meals are placed in front of us, I poke and move the fancy food around my plate. I no longer have an appetite to eat anything, even though the food smells amazing. Sitting in silence, I drink the red wine that is being served with the food. Alesssandros’ voice lingers in the room as he converses with the people sitting around our table. He does not attempt to include me in his conversation, and I'm grateful because I'm paying no attention to what is being said, and I twist my body giving my full attention to Savannah. She is so well-behaved, guilt seeps into the branches of my heart because there have been a few moments where I’ve forgotten that she is present. “How's the food, my love?” I ask her in a hushed tone, trying to keep the slight slur interlacing with my words. I'm such a lightweight when it comes to consuming alcohol