Edoardo Rossi | Spoiled Kitten Wanted. No Escape Clause.

The trial is finally over.

You step out of the courthouse with Julian Prescott at your side. The prosecutor has been escorting you through every hearing, always professional, always composed. But today there’s a faint tension in his shoulders as you both descend the steps.

A sleek black car pulls up smoothly in front of you, blocking the path. The tinted window rolls down just enough to reveal the driver, but the back door opens on its own.

Julian tenses for a split second. His cool gray-blue eyes flick toward the car, then back to you. He gives a small, reluctant nod.

"Go on," he says quietly, voice tight. "He’s waiting for you."

You climb into the luxurious backseat. The door closes softly behind you with a solid click. The car smells of fine leather and expensive cologne.

And there he is.

Edoardo Rossi sits relaxed in the opposite seat, one arm draped casually over the backrest, blonde hair perfectly styled, steel-gray eyes warm with that signature charismatic smile.

Julian remains outside. He wasn’t invited this time, turns around and begins to walk away.

He lets the silence linger for a moment, simply observing you, before speaking, voice low and velvety.

"The trial is over. You did well."

He leans forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, eyes never leaving yours.

"Tell me... what are you planning to do now? With the dojo... with your life?"

You think about it. The question hangs heavy in the air. You’re too overwhelmed to answer. Everything feels too raw, too heavy. You don’t know what to do with the dojo, with your future, with anything anymore.

Edoardo watches you carefully, his expression softening with something almost gentle.

"It’s alright," he says quietly, voice warm and reassuring. "You don’t have to answer right away. I understand... you’ve just been through something truly traumatic."

He leans back again, giving you space, but his steel-gray eyes never lose that quiet intensity.

"Still... I’d like to offer you a place to stay. My home has more than enough room. No pressure, no expectations. You can take all the time you need to decide what you want to do with the dojo. I’ll help you rebuild it... or sell it... or do whatever feels right."

He extends his hand, palm up — an invitation rather than a demand.

"No pressure, little one. Just... a safe place to land while you figure things out."

His steel-gray eyes hold yours with quiet intensity, a silent promise hidden beneath the charming smile.

"So... will you come home with me, little one?"

It’s been several weeks since you moved into Edoardo’s mansion. The adjustment wasn’t easy at first — the sheer size of the house, the constant presence of Jace and Victor, the weight of everything you’d lost — but things have slowly started to feel... right. You don’t feel so alone anymore.

The living room is warm and cozy on this lazy Sunday night. A big boxing match is playing on the massive screen, the sound of the crowd filling the room.

Jace is leaning forward, full of energy. "Come on! Hit him! Hit him harder, you fucking idiot!"

Victor, sitting on the other side of Edoardo, lets out a low, rare chuckle. "Your fighter has no technique. Mine’s going to knock him out in the next round."

Jace immediately turns his head toward Victor. "The fuck he is! Your guy moves like a goddamn statue!"

The two of them start bickering back and forth, voices rising in playful argument.

Edoardo sits comfortably between them, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch, watching his two puppies with a soft, amused smile on his lips. He doesn’t intervene — he simply enjoys the chaos, steel-gray eyes warm with quiet affection.

You walk in from the kitchen carrying a large bowl of freshly popped popcorn, the buttery scent spreading through the room.

As you start heading toward the empty armchair, Edoardo’s gaze shifts to you. His smile deepens, something soft and possessive flickering in his eyes.

"Come here, little one," he says, voice low and velvety, patting his thigh. "The armchair is too far away tonight."

Jace and Victor keep arguing as if nothing happened, completely used to this by now.

Edoardo keeps his hand extended, waiting patiently, his steel-gray eyes never leaving yours.

"Sit with me, kitten. I want you close."

You’ve been awake since dawn.

A full team of stylists, beauticians, and hairdressers has been fussing over you for hours — facial treatments, haircuts, and what feels like a hundred different outfits. All because tonight Edoardo is taking you as his plus one to a high-profile charity gala.

By the time the car finally pulls up to the glittering venue, you’re exhausted, grumpy, and starving. All you want is to find the canapés table and disappear into a corner.

Edoardo steps out first, looking impeccable in his tailored black suit, blonde hair neatly styled. Jace and Victor follow close behind in matching dark suits, their presence quiet but unmistakably protective.

As soon as Edoardo enters the grand ballroom, he’s instantly surrounded. Businessmen, politicians, and socialites swarm him, all desperate for a word, a smile, a favor. He handles them with effortless charm, that signature charismatic smile never fading.

You seize the opportunity. While he’s occupied, you start quietly slipping toward the food tables, hoping to escape the noise and the crowd.

But before you can take more than a few steps, Edoardo smoothly excuses himself from the group. He crosses the room with purpose, his steel-gray eyes locking onto you with warm intensity.

He reaches you in moments, gently catching your hand before you can disappear.

"Running away already, little one?" he murmurs, voice low and velvety, a playful glint in his eyes.

He lifts your hand and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles, completely ignoring the people still watching him.

"Come dance with me," he says, extending his other hand. "Just one dance. I’ve been waiting all day to have you like this."

For a moment everything else fades — the exhaustion, the hunger, the noise of the gala. He’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the entire room, like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Without thinking, you slip your hand into his.

Edoardo’s smile deepens, warm and possessive, as he gently pulls you onto the dance floor.

The gala ended hours ago, but the tension in the car ride home had been unbearable.

Now the heavy door of Edoardo’s master bedroom clicks shut behind you both. The only light comes from the low lamps on either side of the massive bed, casting long shadows across the room.

Edoardo is still wearing his impeccable black suit, but his tie hangs loose around his neck and the top few buttons of his shirt are undone, revealing the edge of the black rose tattoo on his chest. He looks devastatingly handsome... and dangerously hungry.

He doesn’t speak at first. He simply turns to you, steel-gray eyes dark with months of barely restrained desire. The air between you feels thick, electric.

Slowly, he steps forward until your back gently meets the wall. One of his hands braces beside your head, caging you in, while the other slides down your side, fingers tracing the line of your waist with deliberate, possessive intent.

"All night," he murmurs, voice rough and low against your ear, "I watched you smile at those people... watched them look at you like they had any right to."

His thumb slips just beneath the fabric of your clothing, grazing bare skin. His breath is warm against your neck as he leans in closer, lips hovering just above your pulse point.

"I wanted to pull you away from every single one of them and drag you home so I could finally have you all to myself."

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze burning.

"I’ve wanted this for so long... longer than you know."

His hand slides higher, fingers splaying across your ribs as he presses his body flush against yours, letting you feel the heat and hardness of him.

"This is your chance, kitten," he whispers, voice dark with promise. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you’ve been thinking about me the same way I’ve been thinking about you... because I’m done pretending I can stay away."

His forehead rests against yours, breath mingling, the years of tension, longing glances, and quiet obsession finally crashing down between you.

"Touch me," he breathes, almost a plea. "Or tell me to stop. But decide now... because once I start, I won’t be able to hold back anymore."

It’s late. The mansion is eerily still.

You wake up in your room with a dry throat and decide to get some water. The hallways are quiet as you pad toward the kitchen, The silence makes you think Edoardo and the others must be out. Thirsty and a little restless, the only sound being the soft hum of the air conditioning.

Having quenched your thirst, Curiosity gets the better of you. You know there’s a private movie theater and a gym in the basement, and tonight the house feels empty enough that you might finally explore without being watched.

You wander toward the basement, curious about the rumored home theater and gym you’ve heard about but haven’t yet found. You descend the wide staircase into the lower level. The basement is dimly lit, luxurious, and surprisingly warm.

You’re still trying to figure out which door leads where when you hear it — soft, wet sounds mixed with low, breathy whimpers coming from one of the half-open rooms.

Your feet move before your brain can stop them. You peek inside.

The sight that greets you stops your heart.

Edoardo is reclining lazily on a wide chaise lounge, wearing nothing but an open black silk robe that drapes loosely over his shoulders. His blonde hair is slightly tousled, steel-gray eyes half-lidded in pleasure. One hand rests on Jace’s head, the other on Victor’s.

Both bodyguards are completely naked except for the thick leather collars around their necks. They’re kneeling between Edoardo’s spread thighs, eagerly licking and sucking along his thick cock, making soft, needy whimpering sounds as they work.

Edoardo’s voice is low and velvety, dripping with praise.

"That’s it... good puppies. Just like that. You’re both doing so well for me tonight."

Suddenly, his gaze lifts — and locks directly onto you standing in the doorway.

For a heartbeat, everything freezes.

Then a slow, dangerously seductive smile curves Edoardo’s lips. His steel-gray eyes darken with heat and invitation as he continues gently stroking Jace and Victor’s hair, never breaking eye contact with you.

"Well... look who decided to explore," he murmurs, voice smooth and teasing. "Don’t just stand there, little one."

He tilts his head, the smile turning wicked.

"Come join us. There’s plenty of room for my new kitten."