All Chapters of Annalisa : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

11ADRIANMy stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.Years of poring over historical accounts of poisoning had given me a healthy dose of paranoia, especially around unattended beverages. I couldn’t pinpoint why, but Anne’s presence reeked of something off. Maybe it was the overly sweet perfume that clung to her like a cloying fog, or the way her eyes seemed to flicker between Annalisa and the glass with a glint that could only be described as...predatory.Whatever it was, I couldn’t ignore the gut feeling gnawing at me. Just as Anne reached out to offer the crimson liquid to Annalisa, I sprang into action. With a burst of adrenaline, I lunged forward, my foot connecting with the b

13ANNEI could feel the tension in the air as he paced back and forth.“Hey, Anne,” he said, running his hands through his hair. “I’m really stressed out. I don’t know if I can focus on anything else.”I bit my lip, trying to think of a way to help. And then it hit me.“Spencer,” I said, my voice low and seductive. “I could give you a blow job. It might help you relax.”His eyes widened, but then he nodded. “Okay. Yeah. That might work.”I moved closer to him, my heart racing. I could feel the heat radiating off his body. I reached for his belt, slowly unbuckling it.“Anne,” he whispered, his hands on my shoulders. “Are you sure about this?”I looked up at him, my eyes sparkling. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”I pulled down his pants, his cock springing free. I wrapped my hand around it, giving it a gentle squeeze.“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his head falling back.I leaned in, my lips brushing against the tip of his cock. I could taste the saltiness of his skin. I

15ANNALISAI could feel Adrian’s warm breath on my neck as he pulled me closer to him. I was lying on my bed, wearing nothing but my nighties. My heart was racing with anticipation.“Everything will be fine, I promise,” he whispered in my ear.I looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity in them. I nodded, giving him my consent.He started off slow, kissing me gently on the lips. His lips were soft and tender, and I couldn’t help but respond. I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. We French kissed, our tongues dancing to a rhythm only we understood.Adrian’s hand moved down to my breast, gently caressing it. He squeezed it softly, causing me to moan with pleasure. He took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. I arched my back, pushing my breast further into his mouth.I could feel the wetness between my legs growing. I wanted him inside me, but I also wanted to prolong this moment of pleasure.“Do you want me to continue?” Adrian asked, his voice husky w

ANNALISAThe shrill ring of the phone pierced the comfortable silence of my apartment. I glanced at Adrian, who was sprawled on the couch, a half-eaten brownie precariously balanced on his chest.“Probably wrong number,” he mumbled, his eyes drooping closed.But the insistent ringing continued, a nagging itch I couldn’t ignore. With a sigh, I picked up the receiver.“Hello?”A clipped, irritated voice filled my ear. “Annalisa? It’s your father.”My stomach lurched. I hadn’t spoken to the Duke since the whole nightmare with the dream and Adrian. The silence between us had been thick, a tense standoff fueled by unspoken disapproval.“Father,” I said, my voice carefully neutral. “What a surprise.”“Surprise, indeed,” he huffed. “The news travels fast in these circles, Annalisa. And let me tell you, the whispers about you and that… commoner… are not doing your reputation any favors.”My blood ran cold. “News? What news?”“Don’t play coy with me,” he snapped. “Everyone’s talking about you

19ANNEThe clinking of crystal wine glasses and Annalise’s infectious laughter filled the opulent dining room. Seated across from them, Adrian, the so-called “charming artist,” leaned in conspiratorially, his hand brushing suggestively against Annalise’s. Bingo. My carefully crafted plan was unfolding perfectly.A mischievous glint flickered in my eyes. All evening, I’d been dropping not-so-subtle hints about a secluded balcony overlooking the city. Now, with Annalise’s guard down, a few well-timed words were all it took.“Isn’t the view from the balcony simply breathtaking, Annalise?” I purred, batting my eyelashes at her. “Perhaps some fresh air after all that delicious food?”A dreamy smile played on Annalise’s lips. “Oh, Anne, you’re right! The city lights always look magical from there.” She reached for Adrian’s hand, their fingers intertwining. “Care to join us, Adrian?”He flashed a winning smile, his eyes locking with mine for a fleeting moment. A silent exchange passed betwe