Angel Dust And Valentino Novels & Stories

Alessandro chuckles in my ear, his voice licking every intimate spot on my body. “My word is my bond.” I twist my neck, glaring into his eyes. “Leave!” He breathes out harshly. “Bye, bitch!” The redhead snickers, waving at me with her acrylic claws. I scoff, “I think he means you…bitch!” “Me? Don Valentino, you can't be serious!" He turns around and faces her with his hand still clutching onto my arm. “Oh, I am, Amelia. I'm about as serious as a heart attack, and I don't like to repeat myself twice.”

She possesses a different quality—something more intense, more gentle, and frustratingly vibrant in ways that Dayneris never was. Still… How do I say this without screwing up? Without her thinking I'm hung up on someone who's gone? “Mine,” I whisper against Valentina’s temple, tightening my hold until she breathes more evenly. “Nothing can take you away from me.” ‘Alessio smells of deception. His hunger of ruining you has been growing for centuries, Andres. But now it sharpens on something far more dangerous—Valentina, he's prying over her.’ Czer warned me.

Angel seemed to like the black suit that he was usually kept away from, purring and rubbing against it. Looking at Angel's blue eyes, Eugene thought of Valentine's blue eyes. He was exactly Eugene's type, beautiful and attractive. It was true that when Valentine whispered "Hey" in his ear in that low voice, and when he showered Eugene with passionate and obscene kisses while holding him immobile, Eugene felt intoxicated to the point of losing his mind. But at every moment, Valentine also painfully pricked Eugene's most fundamental human emotion: shame.

But the fear… God, the fear clawed at her. Angelo was the only man she had ever truly given herself to, the only man who had peeled away every layer she had used to shield herself from this brutal world. But he was also Giovanni Mancini’s son. The heir. The soldier. The shield of a house that already burned with enemies. And she? She was the bride-in-waiting of Vince Valerio. If anyone, anyone discovered the truth before Angelo himself could shield it, the fallout would be catastrophic. The Valerio estate would become her prison, her grave.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've worked well together for two years. If there are new conditions, let's talk. There's no need to blow things up." The DeLuca representative didn't even glance at him. He pushed the termination letter across the table. "Mr. Bellandi, you offended the wrong person." "Who?" "The Valenti family." Chicago had plenty of old names whispered in back rooms, but only one name could make a room lower its voice. For half a century, the Valentis had controlled the docks, private capital, casinos, and a dark order even politicians pretended not to see. Matteo stared at her. "What does that have to do with me?"

On her left hand, the black gemstone ring that used to be mine glinted. Angela spotted me first. She rose on her tiptoes and pressed a deliberate kiss onto Vincent's lips. Vincent beamed, about to pull her into his arms, when his gaze drifted and landed on me. His hands dropped away from her instantly. His eyes rimmed with a sudden flush of red. Angela's guard shot up at once. She assumed I was there to sabotage their engagement. She hurried over to me, putting on a grand show of pleading. "Valenna, Vincent and I are truly in love. It took so much for us to finally be together. Please, don't try to tear us apart, okay?"

“You’re dangerous for a man like me.” She smiled, tracing the hard lines of his abs. “And you’re dangerous for me. I don’t even know everything about you… but I can’t stop wanting you.” He was silent for a moment, then spoke. “Damian Vale. That’s the name that closes deals worth billions. Shipping empires, luxury developments, tech acquisitions. I came to this island for a discreet negotiation — one that could shift markets. But meeting you… changed the equation.” Elena’s heart skipped. The mysterious mogul was finally revealing pieces of himself. She felt the emotional pull deepening alongside the physical obsession.

She asked impatiently while she raised her brows. "Even once, j-just once...h-have you been true to me?" I asked. My eyes were wet because of tears and I could no longer see her clearly. She smiled, but then her smile started to be bitter. "Never." She sat to level me and looked at me with disgust in her face. "I just did all of that to get your trust. All of them love you, and I am dying for that attention. If only Argus did not look at me with those eyes back then, I will never have that little hope. He was also longing to have someone that can give him what man wants. And I was the one who stayed with him. Not like you, Saint Girl, you never tried to satisfy him."

"You looked so sweet, I couldn’t take my eyes off you Angel" Finally I got rid of the stupid shirt and peeled my pants aggressively, kicking them off my feet then I stood above her shamelessly showcasing my full long jolted erection. ***VAL’S POV*** I swallowed hard at the magnificent sight yet again my throat constricts giving me a flashback,I bet if I could have my hand around it,it was just so huge. I thought, drinking thirstily, aching to have him inside of me already. The excitement that comes from just having to see him aroused and ready.

The day I'll have to kill him, the killer of my father. Currently, I've the opportunity to strike him but unfortunately, today is April 1st. I'll keep waiting until... My name is Angelina Trump, a sex maniac and a stripper. That's my profession. "Oh yeah, bring it on, call me slut. I love that. Harder!"