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Valentina Reyes

The sidewalk kept moving under my feet, but I felt like I was standing still while People brushed past in suits ,on phones, tourists with cameras, and a delivery guy on a bike yelling at someone to move. I walked because stopping felt worse. The emerald dress swished against my thighs with every step, the fabric soft and mocking. It had felt like power ten minutes ago. Now it just felt like a costume.My hand was still shaking when I shoved the burner back into my purse. The coffee cup was crushed in my fist, cold dregs dripping onto my fingers. I tossed it into the next trash can without looking.The blue elephant stayed in my head. Big ears. Tiny trunk. Black button eyes. Smiling like it knew nothing about the world.I swallowed hard. Kept walking.The ache in my chest didn’t fade. It spread slow, heavy, familiar. I’d learned to carry it years ago, like an extra heartbeat. But today it hurt sharper. Louder. Like the dress, the hotel, the card had cracked something open that was supposed to stay closed.

I stopped at a crosswalk. Waited for the light. A mom pushed a stroller past me with toddler giggling inside, clutching a stuffed giraffe. The sound punched me in the gut.I looked away.My phone buzzed again. Rosa.You sure about tonight? Guy’s already asking. Said he’d double if you show.I stared at the text. Thumb hovering.Double.Enough for a real motel. A week of food. Maybe even a bus ticket out of the city.But my fingers wouldn’t move.I typed instead Told you. Family stuff. Can’t.I hit send.Then I turned the phone off. Completely.No more buzzing. No more voices.Just me.And the city.And the black card.

I kept walking until I hit a quieter block near Madison Square Park. A small café with outdoor tables. I sat. Ordered another coffee paid cash this time. The vendor handed it over with a wink. "Looking good in that dress, miss.""Thanks," I said, forcing a smile. "New day, new me."He laughed. "Every day is, right?"I sipped the coffee. Hot. Bitter. Familiar.My mind drifted back to the elephant. To the whisper I’d let slip against the glass.Te amo todavía… y siempre te amaré.I closed my eyes.The ache pulled me deeper back to memories I usually locked away.

My mother. Colombian, strong in her own way, but trapped. Cancer took her when I was fifteen. Chemo could have saved her, but we were too poor and medical bills piled up like mountains we couldn't climb. Her abusive partner didn't help. He hit her when he drank, yelled when he didn't, never paid a bill or held a job. "Leave him," I'd beg her as a kid. "We can go."She'd smile sadly, ruffle my hair. "He's all we have, mija. One day you'll understand."I didn't. I swore I never would. She died in poverty, broken by a man who controlled her. I vowed then never let anyone own me. Always in control. Never die poor. Marry wealthy if I had to. Be the one calling the shots.

I opened my eyes. The coffee had gone cold in my hands."Get it together, Val," I mumbled to myself. "You're not her. You're better."The vendor glanced over. "You talking to me?"I shook my head, forced another smile. "Just thinking out loud. Good coffee, though."He nodded. "Need a refill? On the house."I hesitated. Kindness felt foreign. "Sure. Thanks."He poured it fresh. "Rough morning?""You could say that." I took a sip. Hot again. "But it's getting better."He chuckled. "That's the spirit."I stood. Dropped a tip on the table bigger than usual.And kept walking.The city didn’t care about my backstory. It just kept turning.But today, I’d turn with it.One more swipe. One more day.

 

Alessandro Rossi

The morning meeting dragged.Boardroom on the 52nd floor of Rossi Enterprises glass table, suits nodding like puppets. Isabella droned on about the Dubai merger concessions, timelines, risks. I stared out the window at the skyline, half listening.My phone buzzed under the table. Luca.She left the room at 9:15. Emerald dress. Heels. Headed east on 45th. Team tailing discreet.I typed back without looking Photos. Now.The file came through. I opened it under the table, screen angled away.Her stepping out of the hotel emerald dress hugging her curves, deep V-neck showing the swell of her full breasts, fabric clinging to her round ass as she walked. Hair loose. Red lips curved in a smile. Green eyes bright in the morning light.My dick twitched against my trousers.I shifted in my chair."Isabella," I interrupted. "Wrap it up. We approve the terms. No concessions."The room murmured agreement.

the Meeting was over and i was Back in my office, door locked, I opened the photos full screen. Her walking  Head high Like she owned the city.I leaned back. Unzipped. Freed my dick thick and hard. Stroked slow, base to tip, eyes on her ass in the dress,my Fantasy hit hard imagining Her in my penthouse. Emerald dress torn off. Tied to a St. Andrew's cross her wrists and ankles bound and body spread wide. Blindfolded. Nipples clamped tight, pulling low moans from her full lips. I'd circle her slow, crop in hand. Trace the leather tip over her heavy breasts, down her stomach, between her thighs."You stole from me," I'd say. "Thieves get punished."

The crop cracking against her inner thigh sharp, stinging. Her gasp will be high and needy. Another on her ass. Watching the skin redden, welt slightly. She'd be dripping juices ,her pussy wet and swollen. I'd edge her with a vibrator pressing it to her clit, pulling away when she got close. "Beg.""Please... I'm sorry...""Not enough."I'd tease her hole with my fingers curling inside her, pumping slow while the clamps tugged with every arch. Bring her to the edge again. Stopping to Crop her breasts lightly. "Forgive me," she'd beg. "I'll do anything."I'd release the clamps. Suck her nipples hard while biting, soothing. Then untie her and Flip her onto all fours. Tie her wrists behind her back and Fuck her hard from behind, deep, relentless thrusts. my Hand around her throat with light pressureand control. "Come when I say."She'd scream my name moaning high, breaking. Pussy pulsing around my dick as she came, wetness coating us both.

My hand moved faster. Pre cum spreading. The image sharpened her ass bouncing with every slam, red from the crop, pussy clenching as she begged forgiveness, for more, for me.I came hard thick cum spilling over my fist, breath ragged. Her photo still on the screen ,ass curved in emerald dress burned in my mind.I cleaned up. Breathing steadying.

Then I leaned forward and Refreshed the feed.She was out there and Spending.she was Unaware I was Alessandro Rossi. Orphaned at eighteen when my father was gunned down in a turf war. Built Rossi Enterprises from the ashes security tech by day, mafia empire by night. Betrayed once by that bastard Enzo. Never again will i let my guard down,never had a woman i called mine because Women were distractions. Until her. The thief who stole more than a wallet. Who made me obsess like this.Luca texted she's shopping again. Fifth Avenue.we are Tailing close.I smiled at the text ,She was enjoying my money.But her freedom?That will be ended soon.I was obsessed With her ass. Her lips. Her walk.With punishing her creatively until she begged forgiveness and With owning her.She had no idea But she would Soon and i couldnt wait.