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A draft of air cools the trickle of wetness rolling down my skin. “Zef? Pronto? Ci sei?” Valentina asks, but her voice becomes a distant hum. A bother. Unimportant. My middle and index fingers scissor my clitoris, running down to my slippery entrance and back, and my hips buck from the sensitivity. He thinks I am insane. He thinks himself better than wanting a shameless woman like me. But he does, and that is why his eyes burn with contempt and lust as I push a finger through my throbbing core.

Why she still want to be rebel when she knew she's helpess. Him. Her master. Her owner. Her saviour. Her destroyer. The one who not only owns her body but also her soul. She's his to play. His to Destroy. His to do as he wished. Him Xavier Valentino. One ruthless business tycoon. He wasn't any kind of mafia or gangster but the power he holds was more immense than anyone. He was grown up with the thought of woman being treated as a slave. Submissive and a play toy.

As soon a shay reached the office door she could here loud talking, she took a deep breath before knocking on the door slightly. "Come in" Mr Hyin voice bumped on the door. Shay slowly turned the doorknob and let herself in, she saw him around his desk and a teenage looking girl standing Infront him with her hands on her hips. She had brown straight hair, round face and same complexion as Mr Hyin. Definitely Koreans Shay thought. "Glad you finally decided to joined us Miss Valentine, first day and you're late" Mr Hyin said irritated. "I'm sor--- " This is Sun Hi my younger sister.... Sun Hi meet Miss Valentine your nanny" he introduce cutting Shay off.

He lifted the phone, and spoke. “Handle it.” The message was sent instantly. And just like that, the matter was no longer his concern. Draven was one of a kind. At twenty-five, he already had more than most men could dream of. As the low-key CEO of Valerio, a successful luxury furniture and high-end bedding empire, he stayed out of the spotlight. The media didn’t even know his face. He mostly followed his father’s orders, even the shady ones he hated. He wasn’t deeply involved, but every now and then he carried out cruel tasks… mostly out of boredom. His legitimate businesses made him more than enough money. Still, something was missing. He craved drama.

The angle showed his phone perfectly. And just like I fucking suspected. Valerie. My eyes narrowed slowly. Their texts weren’t inappropriate. Not technically. But they were comfortable. That annoyed me more. Valerie: You corporate people talk too much omg. Ethan: Says the girl currently benefiting from corporate money. Valerie: Fair point. Ethan: What are you working on rn? Valerie: Character designs. One looks ugly though so I might kill him off out of spite. Ethan: That’s terrifying.

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Aria Vale adjusted the ring light one last time, the soft purple glow mixing with the distant sparkle of the Los Angeles skyline visible through her floor-to-ceiling windows. Her apartment in West Hollywood was expensive, minimalist, and paid for entirely by her body. She hit “Go Live” on OnlyFans. “Hey babies,” she purred, voice smooth and seductive as she leaned back in her black gaming chair. The silk robe clung to her curves, barely tied. “Did you miss me tonight?”

“I’m not going to kill him, Darius. I’m going to remind him. Remind him who I was. Who I am. I want him to look me in the eye and remember. And then I want him to fear.” As she turned toward the mirror to fix her lipstick, Darius added in a low voice, “You said you’d call in someone worse than Kain.” “I will,” Valeria murmured. “Someone even I fear. He’s not a mercenary. He’s a phantom. They call him Wraith. He disappears like smoke and leaves only death behind. He owes me a favor.” Darius tilted his head. “And Bain?” “He won’t see it coming.” Later that evening…

Look at me now, looking for her killer venom to stiffen me and make me escape reality. I pulled down the boxer briefs I was wearing and watched my staff semi-erect because of thinking about Valentina. I poured a menthol body wash over it so the libido I felt increased. Valerie was the last woman I fucked. Now, Valentina exists and makes my manhood eager to enter her hole. The problem is that she doesn't like me. Since I haven't masturbated in a long time, I came out quickly, especially when I thought about Valentina's lap dance and me pouring wine on her.

Xanthis said, running a hand through his hair. Few minutes later, the door opened and in walked Valentino with a pretty red head latched to his side. Dre noticed that he looked different from the last time he'd seen him. He looked really pale, not in a healthy way. He had dark bags under his eyes and his previously shorter hair was now as long as Dre's. He looked very nervous, Dre could tell by the way his gaze kept flicking from him to Xanthis. Both men stared at each other, silently. Really, Dre didn't know what to say and clearly Val was speechless too. The red haired lady beside him nudged him in the rib.