Valentina Valshe Nude Novels & Stories

“And don’t think of it as a bad thing. The boss is a good-looking man. Like, really good-looking. You could do worse.” I open my mouth to respond, but the sound of footsteps on the stairs cuts me off. We all turn to see Valentine descending, his presence immediately commanding the room. Well, speak of the devil. He’s dressed in all black—a fitted shirt, tailored pants, and boots that make almost no sound as he walks. His golden eyes sweep over us, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Mara and Finn are on their feet in an instant, their chairs scraping against the floor. “We’ll clean up,” Mara says quickly, grabbing her plate and heading for the kitchen.

His face grew a bit older with worried… or is it angry frown lines. I looked up to the stage watched Valentina walk up to the pole in the barest most sexy outfit I have ever seen on a woman before and that is saying a lot because not to brag but I have been living amongst sexy women since I was born. My mom used to work the pole, she was literally the Valentina of her own time… no wonder I have a bit of a soft spot for that bitch Valentina. “She is good, just sit back, relax and watch my friend.” I said to Diego with what I curated to be a harmless chuckle.

My husband was a computer whiz, and he brought me along to work in Valen. Rent in Valen was steep, so we ended up in one of those chaotic, mixed-bag apartment buildings. The place was packed with edgy young girls in trendy Valenese outfits, their lips and tongues covered in piercings. They said Valen's adult entertainment industry was thriving, but after arriving, I realized it goes way beyond that. These people had turned their subculture into an art form, with every twist and challenge pushing the limits of my imagination.

News of the downfall of the Valentino Family spread quickly. Renato's father collapsed from the shock and never rose again. What angered him wasn't just the fall of the family. More devastating was what he learned from his men—that the child Lina had given birth to was not his biological grandson at all, but an illegitimate child she had conceived with her lover. He refused to believe it at first. Secretly, he took the child's belongings for testing. The truth proved undeniable. The heir he had been so proud of… was someone else's bastard.

Roman was indeed gay, and here is the proof. The photograph depicts a man bending over on all fours on a large bed; he is naked, and his face bears the expression of a man immersed in deep sexual bliss. Roman Valentino stands behind this man; he, too, is naked, with his head thrown back, his eyes closed, and his bottom lip wedged between his teeth. There also happens to be a third man in the photo, who is sitting in the far corner of the room with his pants pooling at his feet and his cock in his hand.

She kissed me, silently releasing a moan "Do I taste as good as one"? I teased. "Even better". She spanked my ass and I returned the gesture. I pulled myself from her to get dressed. I dropped my towel on purpose, allowing her to see the ass she so dearly love. "Wooow!" She swallowed hard - A faint attempt to control her lust. I pretended to search for something to give her a full view of my lower body - my black curved 9" rod. She stood up and pull out the strings on her night gown and shucked it off her shoulders, allowing it to fall at the pool of her legs.

"When is the next one?" A beat. Vidal recalibrates slightly. "November fourth. You have three weeks." "What does it cover?" Vidal slides a single sheet across the desk. Valentina reads it the way she reads contracts now — which is to say, completely. Two-kilometer run, push-ups, sit-ups, and a basic coordination assessment. Standards for women under twenty-five. She maps the numbers against the body she is currently occupying: twenty years old, relatively fit from a lifetime of walking everywhere because the metro was expensive, not strong in any way.

Ass-lickers the both of them. “Doesn’t Valentina have connections to the elite in New York?” Cynthia asks, and I nod my head when it hits me. Son of a bitch! I stand and move to the desk to grab my laptop. I open the lid and type away, and find pictures of Valentina with various socialites in New York, one being Curtis Black. I look at the time stamp and that picture was taken and posted eighteen months ago. That was when Cass was still with him. Surely Cass would have known who she was. She would have met her before. But then again, in this picture, Valentina had dark hair. She was a little bigger and wasn’t as tanned as she was now. It is like she has changed her style to grab my attention

I almost sigh in relief, but hold it in. "Please hurry before I'm molested." I link back, and he chuckles. "I won't let them molest you, brother. Lena would snap, and we need our sexy mama calm",,I chuckle in the link. "Can I see his cock?",the woman asks and I raise my brow in shock. What the fuck? Is Valerie trying to sell my body? "Get bent bitch you don't get to see me fucking naked. My mate only sees me naked now, "both women roll their eyes.

My eyes widened in surprised, what the hell did he mean by that? “What?” Travis and I chorused. “Apparently, it seemed like the Valentina girl is a slut, she was selling her nudes to a person, but this particular person recorded her video instead. It was probably an older man she met at the resort that did it, that was why she suddenly disappeared from the area.” In anger, I didn’t know when my fist collided with Scott’s cheeks and I tightened my hands in fury. “How dare you talk about Valentina, like that?” I growled Scott was unable to catch himself and he fell to the ground. “What the hell do you mean by slut?”