Valentina Valshe Nude Novels & Stories

The video played. The real video. The unedited video. Not the cropped, polished poison she had flaunted online. No. This one showed the truth, her climbing onto my lap, pressing her lips against mine, her hands forcing what I never gave. My shove. Her sneer. Her voice dripping venom as she laughed about ruining me, about using my name, about humiliating Leona. When it ended, the silence was heavier than gunpowder. Valentina crumpled to her knees. Tears streaked her face, smeared her makeup into grotesque streaks.

She nodded, almost too nervously, “Sure! I am okay with that.” *** So there we were, sitting close to each other on the couch, our limbs brushing each other. I was clutching my sketchbook and pencil tightly when Valeria leaned up on her knees, her chest so close to my face. I cursed in my head for noticing that she wasn’t even wearing a bra. It might have drenched too, so she must have worn just my tee shirt. Which didn’t help because her perky breasts with hardened nipples were poking through the fabric, enticing and torturing me in every delicious way.

CHAPTER 1: NO-SAFEWORD CONTRACT VALENTINA’S POV I’m Valentina Voss. Yes, that Voss, the one who buys companies for breakfast and fires CEOs before lunch. At twenty-eight, I own boardrooms. I silence men twice my age with a single arched brow. I have a net worth that could fund a small war. My life is armor: tailored suits that hug my curves, Louboutins sharp enough to draw blood, and a reputation so icy it could freeze hell.

Valentina exclaims, pulling me out of my haze. "I'm sorry.. what?" I say confused, as I hear the door opening and revealing Valentina in her normal clothes. She is wearing a pink crop-top and black sweats, and her makeup was gone showing her clear face. The only thing she had on was mascara, but still I spite that she's natuarally pretty without even trying. No wonder she got offered to be a model...I mean look at her. "Are you okay? You can go now, we were just about to head out." Valentina says, grabbing her bag.

She no longer exists. Under the last line was a name he had never seen me write. [Elena Valenti] For a moment, Julian didn’t understand. Then the name hit him like a fist. Valenti. Anyone in New York knew the name. Old money whispered it. Politicians feared it. Cops pretended not to see it. It belonged to armored gates, private docks, and men who smiled before pulling the trigger. He sank into a chair, his face draining of color. He called my old number.

Fenrir roars. I push him away. Valerie won’t be able to handle his brutality – at least not yet. I take her into Valak’s house, knocking down doors until I find a guest room. Valerie’s soft, plump lips greet the corners of my lips, shifting herself so she can grind herself against me.

Shane uttered coldly, walking away without a second glance at Vanya. Furious, Vanya turned around to shout, startling Valeria, who was lying on Shane's back. She suddenly reacted, raising her head groggily to see what was happening. Shane promptly slapped Valeria's buttocks, and she innocently went back to sleep on his back. Vanya's face turned red with anger. Shane unexpectedly turned back, gave Vanya a cold look, and then turned to go upstairs. Shane didn't care when Vanya left. He went upstairs and put Valeria on the bed. Sitting down, he undressed her and noticed her rosy complexion. Unable to resist, he bit her a couple of times before undressing and joining her in bed.

She asked again and this time seductively. Alexei now understands what she was doing and he could join her in playing the game himself, he took off his clothes, exposing his perfect body, his muscles, huge chest and his perfectly toned abs. Valerie tried to swallow and she suddenly finds it difficult to, it was torture for her as she stood and watch Alexei undress right in front of her, she tried to turn away in embarrassment as her cheek was already flushed and she was beginning to feel hot from inside but her weak knees made it impossible for her to even move.

I want nothing else but to feel inside of her,I can’t help it anymore,I am at my limit. I stopped and looked down at her. “Val…” I pulled away and stood up,she opened her eyes and gazed at me. “I want you naked”. I requested with unbearable tightness in my groin. **VAL’S POV*** “I will be back”he said and walked towards the dressing table and pulled a drawer. This isn’t right. I see myself falling into the same trap as before. My heart was racing,I am such a loose soul. I cursed and glanced at him, he was looking for something in the drawer,maybe a condom.

Valeria walked away and returned with the box, placed it on the desk and turned to Ivan again. As soon as she turned, she froze. He was now shirtless. Hard muscle moved under smooth skin, faint marks from the earlier fight showed on his ribs and arms. Valeria’s eyes widened, her mouth opened a little as she stared at the broad shoulders, the strong chest, the lines that ran down toward his stomach. She forgot to breathe for a moment. “Valeria,” he called.