Valentino X Lucifer Novels & Stories

Vicente berated. “You are the unreasonable one here! She had wrapped all of you in her charm! This seductress should be jailed, you hear me!” He shuddered in anger as Vicente’s fist clenched in anger. “Valentino will hate you if you touch her. I’m sure you don’t want that.” Vicente continued. He didn’t seem like he was ready to give up. I didn’t realize Valeriowas saying the truth when he said they had come to a truce. Seeing how much all of them were after the other’s well being.

“You’ll be fine. After maybe the fifth time, you’ll be over it.” I shook my head at him, though I had a little smile on my face. “So, that’s what’s gonna help? Kill four more people.” He shrugged. “It worked for me.” “You’re fucked in the head.” “Yeah? I bet that shit turns you on. Fiore said we could be soulmates because our minds were alike.” “He did?” Valentino was right. I was getting turned on. “You want to fuck me,” he said out of the blue after watching me quietly for a while.

He bent his head to my hard nipples, taking them between his teeth, one after the other, nipping hard as he said, “You are MINE.’ I nodded helplessly and said, in a tortured whisper, “I want you, Lucien Delano! Please, please, let me come…’ “Ah, Woman.’ He growled, ’Just shut the f*ck up.’ But he was swinging his leg over me, mounting me and I breathed in longing and relief as he shoved his manhood into my core, making me raise my hips with a gasp, to accept him fully. He placed his hands on either side of my head as he bit my lower lip as I climaxed repeatedly, and then he growled, raising his head and sinking his teeth into my neck, as I cried out in exultation as I came in a rush, ‘Happy

what they are talking about isn't some normal capitalist bullshit. My eyes lock onto the document as they sign and toast to whatever selfish and inhumane cause they were all supporting. Anger skitters beneath my skin, my heart pounding in my ears. Dante Romano killed my father and traffics girls. How could I let myself forget? He's the reason I'm here in the first place. I'm here to ruin him. To kill him and to free all those girls. "We'll be leaving now." I flinch at Dante's arm snaking behind my waist. His lips graze my ear as he pulls me along.

The scandal is gone, replaced by a heartwarming story of twins and old friends. "In fact," Lucien continues, taking my hand and holding it up for all to see, the diamond catching the light. "I am the luckiest man in the world tonight. My fiancée, Alora, and I are simply thrilled to have our family and friends here to celebrate our future." His eyes searches for mine as he leans in, his forehead resting against mine. "See?" he whispers. "I’ve took care of it. You're a Vale now.” I stare at him, my mind a chaotic mess of gratitude and terror. He thinks he has saved me. He thinks he put the world back in its place.

“You think I have not waited for this? You think I do not see Giovanni’s weakness? He hides behind his son, that boy Angelo, who plays at being a soldier while losing himself over some girl. I have watched Angelo Mancini, his weakness is written in every move he makes. He will falter. He already has. The Mancinis are rotting, just like the Valerios. And when rot spreads, it must be carved away.” His gaze swept the table. “Lucy’s disappearance is not a threat to us. It is a gift. An omen that the Valerios are not untouchable.” Tatiana listened, outwardly composed, but her thoughts churned beneath her still face. Lucy Valerio. The name was ash on her tongue. That girl, that nothing, had manage

Untouched by the rot we’d left behind. This was supposed to be the break. No council meetings. No bloodied chambers. No elders begging. Just her laughter, her moans, her body between us under open skies. Valentino stepped out onto the terrace barefoot, shirt unbuttoned to the waist, white hair tousled by the wind. He struck a match against the stone railing—sharp crack, flare—and lit the cigarette between his lips. Took a drag. Then pulled it free and held it out to me.

She traced her eyes down to his V line which were sharp and fixed then there. "Like what you see?" Lucifer smirked at her and she shook herself back to reality. "You are just infruriating" She scoffed. "Why are you here?" Lucifer asked with his arms folded. Viola noticed a particular scorpion tattoo on his protruding muscles "Look, we need to have a serious talk" Viola replied "There is nothing to talk about obviously" He said with a shrug "Can I come in" she asked. Lucifer stepped aside for her to walk in and closed the door

One reaches for his gun. Luciano raises a hand, stopping them. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. “Feisty. I like that.” I laugh bitterly. “You like it now. Wait until I make you regret spending whatever fortune you wasted on me.” He steps closer. He smells like gunpowder, expensive cologne, and pure dominance. “You’re mine now, little fighter. Name?” “Valentina,” I spit. “And I’m not yours. I belong to no one.”

Slowly, the man reached up, his fingertips brushing the edges of the mask and he peeled it away. Lucifer watched him intently, taking in all his features. The face underneath was nothing spectacular. Just a strong jaw and tired eyes. “Better,” Lucifer murmured. “Now I can look you in the eye when I decide if I’ll kill you.” “You’ve got fire,” he said quietly. “But I came for business. Not theatrics.” “I'm Valar, one of Don's assistants and I'm the one behind the calls and texts. Don knows nothing about it?