Chapter 1 Welcome to Excelsior

The night was alive with the city's electric pulse. A sleek black limousine glided through the bustling streets of Milan, its windows tinted, offering a veil of anonymity to its occupant. Inside, Anya, a strikingly beautiful woman with a body that could launch a thousand ships, was a vision of calculated allure. Her destination was the Excelsior, a titan of Milanese luxury.

As the car pulled up to the hotel's imposing facade, Anya stepped out, her presence commanding attention. The hotel, a masterpiece of neoclassical architecture, stood as a testament to opulence. Its facade, bathed in warm golden lights, mirrored the city's vibrant energy.

A uniformed attendant, his bearing as polished as the brass buttons on his coat, approached Anya with a deferential bow. "Welcome to the Excelsior, madam," he said, his voice smooth as velvet. "How may I assist you?"

Anya offered a dazzling smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of confidence and calculation. "I'd like to see Mr. Luca Moretti," she replied, her voice low and husky, carrying a hint of a seductive purr.

The attendant's expression remained impassive, but his eyes flickered with curiosity. "Certainly, madam. Do you have an appointment?"

Anya paused, feigning surprise. "An appointment? No, I believe Mr. Moretti is expecting me."

The attendant hesitated, clearly unsure how to proceed. He glanced at Anya again, taking in her striking appearance and the aura of confidence that surrounded her. Finally, he nodded. "Very well, madam. If you would please wait in the lobby, I shall inquire about Mr. Moretti's availability."

Anya nodded gracefully, her eyes never leaving the attendant's face. As he turned to make the call, she couldn't suppress a small smile. The game was afoot.

With a practiced nonchalance, Anya strolled towards the hotel's opulent lobby. The space was a masterpiece of design, with marble floors, towering columns, and crystal chandeliers casting a soft, ethereal glow. As she waited for the attendant's return, she scanned the room, taking in the luxurious surroundings. It was a world away from her own, a world of excess and indulgence.

A few minutes later, the attendant returned, a discreet smile playing on his lips. "Mr. Moretti is expecting you, madam," he said, handing her a keycard. "His suite is on the top floor."

Anya took the keycard with a graceful nod, her anticipation rising. She thanked the attendant and made her way to the elevators. As the doors closed, she couldn't resist a glance at her reflection in the polished steel. She was ready.

The elevator ascended silently, the numbers on the display growing larger with each passing second. Anya felt a surge of adrenaline as she approached the top floor. Stepping out into the hallway, she was met with a scene of opulence. The walls were adorned with modern art, and the floor was covered in a plush, deep-pile carpet.

Finally, she reached Luca Moretti's suite. It was a door of solid wood, imposing and imposing. She took a deep breath and inserted the keycard. The door swung open, revealing a world of masculine luxury.

The suite was vast, dominated by dark wood and sleek, modern furnishings. Large windows offered a panoramic view of the city, but the thick velvet curtains were drawn, creating an atmosphere of intimacy. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and a hint of something more primal. A roaring fireplace cast dancing shadows on the walls, adding to the room's air of opulence.

In the center of the room was a king-sized bed, covered in crisp white linens. A wet bar stocked with premium liquors stood against one wall, and a state-of-the-art entertainment system dominated another. The overall effect was one of masculine sophistication, a space designed for both pleasure and power.

As Anya stepped into the suite, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The stage was set. All that was left was to play her part. Looking around the room, there was no trace of Luca and she rolled her eyes.

"Luca baby?" she called out, she could hear the sound of splashing waters coming from the bathroom.

"Oh...." She mouthed as she made her way to sit on the bed.

Few minutes later,

The bathroom door slid open, revealing Luca in a silk robe, water droplets glistening on his sculpted torso. He moved with a predatory grace, his eyes locking onto Anya, a slow, predatory smile curving his lips.

"You're here," he murmured, his voice low and husky. The statement was more a command than a question.

Anya, undeterred, met his gaze, her expression a blend of confidence and challenge. "As promised," she replied, her voice soft but carrying a hint of defiance. He gestured towards the bed with a lazy flick of his wrist. "Make yourself comfortable."

Anya removed her jacket, revealing a slinky dress that clung to her curves. She moved with a calculated slowness, her every action designed to intrigue. As she approached the bed, she could feel his gaze on her, a pressure that both excited and intimidated her.

Luca watched her with a mixture of desire and appraisal. She was a good looking creature, and he found himself drawn to her body in some kind of way. But beneath the surface, his mind was sharp, calculating. He was a predator, and she was his prey. As she settled on the edge of the bed, Luca's eyes narrowed. "No games, Anya," he warned, his voice low. "I'm not in the mood."

Anya's eyes met his, a challenge in her gaze. "That's what I like about you, Luca. You're always in control."

She stood up, her movements fluid and graceful. As she began to disrobe, her eyes met his, inviting, daring. "What is it? What do you want?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

Luca groaned inwardly. "Don't make this tiring for me, the pole... now!" he demanded, his voice laced with impatience.

Anya chuckled lowly as she slowly took off the coverings, revealing her lithe form. She moved towards the pole in the center of the room, her body exuding confidence. With a fluid motion, she wrapped her hands around it, her legs finding their rhythm.

The room seemed to transform as she moved. The soft glow of the lights cast dramatic shadows, highlighting the graceful curves of her body. Her movements were a mesmerizing blend of strength and sensuality, a dance that was both captivating and intoxicating.

Luca watched, his eyes never leaving her. Desire burned in him, a primal force that threatened to consume him. He was mesmerized by her control, her ability to command attention.

As she reached the climax of her performance, her body arched, and she let out a low moan. It was a sound of pure pleasure, but also of power. She was in control, and she knew it.

With a final spin, she slid down the pole, landing softly on the carpeted floor. She turned to face Luca, her eyes sparkling with triumph. "Well?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.

Luca stood up, his body taut with desire. He crossed the room in two strides, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss and turned her around, gently pushing her to the bed, she chuckled slightly and turned to face him. A smirk appeared on her face as she reached for his towels around his waist and slowly took it off, staring down at his erected junior.