LOGINVALERIA
My mother always said I was a trouble magnet. She was right. If she wasn't why on earth am I kissing a total stranger with zero abandonment? I might be on the brink of living on the streets but that doesn't mean I wasn't trained better. I don't know how we managed to leave the club when neither of us could take our hands off each other but we made it to his Mercedes where I performed a much needed handjob. " You have a beautiful home," I murmur admiring a nude sculpture of a woman in the middle of the hallway. Dante doesn't reply right away , instead he comes behind me, his hard length poking my butt. His big hands wrap around my waist, he pulls me closer and what ever sassy sentence I had in mind dies. Hot breath snakes over my neck and I let out a small whimper. Dante's hand move over the slope of my shoulders, feathery strokes brushing my bare skin. I throw my head backward, grabbing a fist full of his hair as my lips part in a silent gasp. " Surely we're not going to have sex here ," I rasp. Dante let's out a dark sexy chuckle that sends a thrill to my pussy so that it contracts. As if he can read my mind , his hands move lower to my abdomen before finally resting on my pussy. Thick fingers gently press my pubic bone, the contact and heat makes me to press my ass firmer against his crotch. A moan slips my lips and I pull his hair harder. This foreplay is starting to get on my nerves. I learn very quickly that Dante Romano is a patient and thorough man when lazy kisses are littered on my neck each one driving me close to a hornier edge , his hands, those Damned hands move away from my pussy when I begin to press them for friction instead they travel up to my breast, I'm too flustered to make out something he mutters under his breath but I can tell he's impressed...as he should. He grabs each breast as if weighting them, his thumb stroking my hardened nipples in that annoying way that makes me want to growl in frustration. " Harder," I manage to say. " Don't make me have to teach–" the words are barely out of my mouth when a shot of pain stabs me in my chest. His fingers clamp both nipples with a force that both excites and pains me . My thighs press together, pussy tightening like never before as slippery warm juices coat my g-string and even though I'm on heels, the passion makes my toes to curl, hence on tiptoes. " Ahhhh" my voice is low, needy and eager. " Ssssh. Save your voice for when the real drill begins " Dante whispers in my ear. God and here I thought all the good in bed men died in my mother's generation. Dante tilts my waist to face him. I look up into green lust glazed eyes that look like they want to eat me up and lick my lips. My gesture is seductive enough to cause a twitch in his pants. Dante's gaze grows darker, one minute I'm standing, the next I'm being flung over his shoulder. " Hey!" Is my weak protest and Dante spanks my ass. A fresh jolt of pain stings there and my pussy grows more moist .I'm about to press my thighs closer if that's a possibility when his hand slips between them, quickly moving to my pussy. I let out a faint sound, stretching my hands to his ass I plan on spanking but he's so tall that my longest finger stops at his belt. Dante chuckles knowingly and when I pull myself lower, he yanks up my dress. Cool air kisses both ass cheeks amplifying the sting. I stop moving my hands. Another yank and I feel my panties slide down to my ankle. Dante rubs both cheeks, then flicks my...pussy. Santa Madre la dios! Did he just? I don't have enough to react because the next thing I know is I'm dripping, yes like dripping wet and my legs are still parted....God this isn't fair. I clutch his shirt and cry out in pleasure. Dante's steps come to halt and he moves into a large room, just like the rest of the house it gorgeous. The walls are covered with glass panes, the lighting impeccable, the furnishing minimalist and monochrome. He moves to the bed and shoves me down , I fall in the centre, my chest heaving as I do so. Dante...God knows I've seen so many handsome men, had a fair share of flings with them but he's– he's on of the first humans God created when he wasn't tired, deep set eyes that are so intense sitting perfectly below thick brows, slightly full lips that are darker in their corners and pink in the centre, soft to the kiss and enticing to the eyes, high cheekbones and sharp jaws that compliment his other perfect features... demonically attractive. I gulp hard as I watch him unbutton his shirt , pulling it off. Let's not even get started with his body, just the way I like my men, ripped but not overly. There's a damp spot on his crotch and just knowing I'm the cause makes me bite my lips in pure satisfaction. A devilish smirk tips the corner of his lips and he chuckles knowingly. He moves to the bedside drawer and rips off a packet condom. My breath hitches in my throat , fingers digging into the sheets. The first thing to come off is his belt, one by one other items land on the floor till he's stark naked. My throat runs dry, it would when all you're looking at a man with the largest dick you've seen, it's tilted up, almost touching his stomach, long and alarmingly thick, greenish blue veins bulge against his shaft, the swollen centre of his darkened tip glistens with precum. Dante moves to bed and it dips under his weight. His moves are predatory as he corners me, in a flash he grabs my legs, lifting them to his shoulder. An excited yelp sounds in the room, my heartbeat thrums heavily with raw dark excitement. " The safe word is my name, " there's a glint of mischief in his eyes. Fucker. " That's one hell of a safe word when you're the only thing on my mind " " That's the point, you say my name Bellissima and I stop" he smirks. Dante pulls my legs higher...his length glides into my aching pussy in one smooth stroke causing my hips to buckle. A strangled moan slips out, it hurts like hell in that erotic way,I part my legs wider , my weight propped by my elbow. Dante grips my waist slamming into me with so much force that my breasts jiggle in reaction. The second thrust is less aggressive , and just when I think I've gotten his full length there's a third that sends my back into a deep arch. " Da–oh my fucking God!" I slap the bed. Dante's thrust increase, growing quicker and aggressive. The sound of our bodies slamming into each other in a slippery melody, my moans and his groans fill the air. My pussy tightens over his length and I'm left wondering if I can take more of him. With one hand pinning my waist, the other wrapped around my neck. " Look at me while I fuck you Bellissima " Dante growls when my eyelids begin to flutter. It's at that moment I realize this man would be the end of me. ♠♠♠♠ Warm sunlight filters through the blinds, brushing against my face until I stir. I stretch, letting out a sleepy yawn, and turn to my left-only to freeze. The space beside me is cold. My eyes fly open. He's not here. I'm ready to toss the sheets aside when the door clicks. Dante walks in, a tray balanced in his hands. The grey sweatsuit does nothing to hide those shoulders-if anything, it makes them look broader. His hair's tousled, messy in the kind of way that makes my fingers twitch. "For someone unemployed, you take your beauty sleep very seriously."His voice is rough , dimple cutting deep when he smirks. " What time is it ?" I say groggily, rubbing my eyes. " Way past opening hours if you work 9-5 like me " he shrugs and places the tray before me. I scan it's contents; pancakes, bacon , scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee. A man who can fuck and feed. Hallelujah. " Thanks boss with a night like yesterday I'm sure I'd be the first to sign in, " I snort rolling my eyes and begin to dig into my food. " Don't you want to know about your new job?" Dante corks a brow, eyeing me lazily. " I didn't think you were serious," I laugh softly, raising the mug to my lips. " Well I wasn't. Would you be my wife? A contract wife?" Hot coffee scalds the roof of my mouth and I begin to cough. " Your what?" I ask once again to make sure I'm hearing right. Is this really happening? I mean – "Would you be my wife Valeria Torres?"VALERIAYeah, I lied. Obviously. But I was genuinely hyped about the whole store hunting... past tense—I was excited till I had to inspect eight stores, none of which fit into my perfect Elle Woods meets Sophia Vergara aesthetic.Trust me, it's hard to settle for less when you've had a certain idea ingrained into your brain for years. Every single spot had something wrong with them and I just knew I couldn't picture myself serving coffee in any of those sad, dusty little buildings. By the ninth store, I was bracing for another round of disappointment, but it turned out perfect. Too perfect.I mean, why else would it be across from Matteo's office? Cute coincidence, right? I know, I thought the same when I suggested a popular café to meet with my interior designer only to find out it's also a few streets away from Matteo's home. God really loves arranging my steps like Pinterest boards.Which is why I'm parked across from my new store, in one of Dante's Mercedes, munching on a double c
VALERIADiego won’t stop calling. Every time he does, he makes me swear I’m not about to do something crazy, and every time I swear I won’t. And I won’t. Something crazy would be storming straight to them with no plan, killing them, and ending up in handcuffs. I’m not stupid. A bit crazy, sure—but definitely not stupid.I don’t think Diego believes me, though. Not completely. He’s still dragging his feet on sending the rest of their information, but eventually he’s going to run out of excuses.My eyes drift lazily over my laptop screen as I read about Matteo. Turns out he’s in the same city as me. He lives in one of those fancy, schmancy suburb bungalows in Rosehill; three kids, a wife—basically a dealer who hides behind a construction company. I wrinkle my nose at his picture: clean-cut suit, a haircut trying to disguise a receding hairline, and that billion-dollar “I’m a relatable businessman” smile. My stomach turns. I shut off the screen.Fucking rapist.That’s enough research for
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL VIOLENCE, RAPE, ASSAULT, MURDER, TRAUMA, STRONG LANGUAGE, AND REVENGE THEMES. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.VALERIAAs a little girl, I dreamed big—actress, a pop star, designer maybe or a model... basically anything that would slap my face on Vogue and of course lots of paparazzi attention.Well, here I am... margarita in one hand, phone in the other, scrolling—when I see a picture of me and Dante on the Daily Mail. My lips curl at the headline; Blue Cyber CEO spotted with new lover. New lover, alright.I take a sip of my drink, grinning in satisfaction, then proceed to go through the pictures, analyzing which ones captured my best angles. Shots of other attendees pop up too, most faces I don't recognize, all except Alex—or do I call her Alessio? She has on one of those Barbie smiles that does a good job hiding her vile personality, blonde waves fall over shoulders, not a single strand out of place... the typical nepo baby who thinks she's A
DANTEI leave the house earlier than usual. Work’s one reason. The bigger one? Staying in the same space as Valeria after last night is… distracting. Annoyingly distracting.The drive is quiet. Calm. Exactly how I like my mornings.But her voice keeps sliding back into my head—her laugh, her dumb jokes, that ridiculous “thanks for all the orgasms” line she tossed out like she was talking about the weather.Most women cling after sex. I’m used to it. They hover, get soft-eyed, start asking all the wrong questions—one of the many reasons I don’t do commitment.But Valeria? No. She jokes. She eats her breakfast like nothing happened, teases me like nothing has changed.And that should make things easier. Really, yet it doesn't.I pinch the bridge of my nose lightly as the car comes to a halt, the door opens, and I step out. The image of her from this morning flicks through my fucking thoughts. Again—messy blonde curls, swollen lips, wearing my T-shirt like she owned it. And all I could t
VALERIAAfter three rounds of sex, your body tends to remind you that you're only human. I don't think I've ever felt this stretched–like my body still remembers Dante. I turn to my side slow and careful not to wake him up.Dark waves fan his pillow, chest rising and falling with each breath. A small smile tugs my lips as last night comes rushing back... Dante is like a fucking energy drink, and his libido is, oh my God. It's a wonder he still had the strength to clean us up– I was fucking exhausted.My back and hips ache when I stand. The swollen ache between my legs makes me hobble; I silently promise myself to tone it down next time.After freshening up, I head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I could get revenge, but since I'm in such a good mood, I stick to a traditional meal of butter-toasted corn cakes with cheese and scrambled eggs with tomatoes and scallions. Perfect for two people with a huge appetite.Coffee comes next, Cafe Colombiano–strong black coffee, brewed slow.
VALERIAFucked up.It's always been like this. Things get good, then bad. Every damn time. A fucked up carnival with a looney at the wheel. And each time I walk out stronger, fiercer... at least that's what I tell myself—with a smile plastered on like a mask.I shut the door and rest my forehead against it for one long, shaking breath."Breathe in." I inhale deeply. "Breathe out. Don't let them see your weakness."Then slump into my bed about to let out a scream when my door clicks open. Shit. I forgot to lock it."You lost," Dante says, smirking as he rubs his palms together. "How does that feel, Valeria?""Well, I was kind of looking forward to it, so I don't really mind." I shrug, pulling myself up. A flicker of amusement lights his eyes, lips curling in that slow, wicked smirk.I cross my arms, raising my chin. "Lemme guess... you cheated?"Dante shrugs, as casual as ever, closing the distance."Me?" He taps his chest, all fake innocence. "All I did was add a little spice to your



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