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Luciano Hildfrey, royal seducer and hot chef has Estella, the daughter of the Fry cook at his feet. Caught by his fancy charms, laid on the first day, Estella gets head over heels and decides to become Ms Slutty Pants for the young master.

















Love me, Luciano. Let me be at your feet...













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...will start the story in the morning. G.Night ✨

Love me, Luciano. Let me be at your feet...





***CHAPTER ONE ✨✍️

  The rusty air smelt unpleasant as I looked to my side and found Mary there. I scoffed and muttered under my breath, “No wonder,” I’d almost forgotten my encounter with her; the palace prostitute who everyone knew. She was one of the maids and the driver’s daughter. Oh, how I detested her but loved her honeypot. I was disgusted by the way she snored, hurriedly waking her up. She twisted and yawned, and opened her eyes. “Where am I?”

  “Get up!”

  “Huh?”

  “Are you deaf?” I roared, losing my patience.

  “No, young master,” she said and bowed her head.

  I got dressed after I’d watched her leave and smiled at the thought of Estella being there. Estella was the fry cook’s daughter; a pretty maiden, tall and fair, with perfect-sized boobs and a booty to match.

  “You think we should call her?” A voice rang in my head.

  “Shut up, stupid!” Another opposed. “Can’t you see the bedroom isn’t neat yet…?”

  “But Estella won’t mind, I’m sure. She craves the young master more than anything-“I leapt at the thought of her craving me. “Estella,” I smiled.

  I quickly wore my robes and walked out the door. Downstairs in no time, I couldn’t wait to be near Estella, hastening my steps so I’d reach the kitchen in no time.

  Estella wasn’t there, but her father was. The fry cook greeted me and I acted nice, asking where his daughter was.

  “I haven’t seen her since, young master,” he replied.

  I asked, “What do you mean?”

  “I sent her on her errand but I haven’t seen her-“

  It got me worried. Was Estella missing? It was weird of her to have gone off like that. I feared she wasn’t safe, as her voice jolted me.

  “Hi, papa!”

  Estella, I realized.

  I turned as our eyes met, and she was frozen, after which she relaxed.

  “Young Master,” she called me.

  “Luciano, sorry. “She laughed.

  I didn’t smile, walking out of the kitchen, straight to the courtyard.

  “Luciano, are you mad at me?” She ran after me as I planned to ignore her.

  I had no mind to do so for long, as I turned to her. “Where were you?”

She stammered. “Wh-where was I?”

  “I’ve been waiting for you,” I said, displeased. I knew she telling me where she was didn’t matter. Drawing closer to her, I smiled and pulled her warmly into an embrace. “Don’t do that again, alright?” I said.

She purred softly and I led her to my room, where I carried her onto my bed.

  “Sorry about my chamber,”

  “Mm-hm. I wasn’t even going to talk,” she smiled, raising herself.

  My chamber was nasty, I felt embarrassed at the thought. But, I didn’t mind, 'cause Estella was all I cared about… and the person I wanted just right there. I coughed and scratched my head, looking the other way.

  “So, um, were you worried?”

  I turned my head to face her. “Worried about…?” I could swear I spotted a cheesed-off look. She quickly wore a smile, realizing I’d taken notice of it, but I knew it was a fake one—a fake one that showed she knew what had gone down.

  “Um, I’ll have the maids clean up in no time,” I shouldn’t have listened to my inner voice. I quickly regretted letting her in before cleaning up, but I summoned courage and ran my hand on one side of her face. “You’re beautiful,” I created a diversion.

  “I’ve missed you.” She cupped my neck and nuzzled me.

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Bam

I have been giving you tonnes of messages on your insta page, you aren't replying.

It isn't fair at all.

silverlinen:
Bam

I have been giving you tonnes of messages on your insta page, you aren't replying.

It isn't fair at all.

You have? I haven't been online I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional to ignore you.