Valentino X Reader Novels & Stories

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

Valerio's hand continued its relentless assault on her most sensitive areas, his fingers skillfully stroking and teasing until I was writhing against him, my hips bucking in a desperate attempt to find release. "Do you want to come, Althea?" Valerio growled against my lips, his voice thick with lust and power. "Do you want me to let you finish?" "Yes!" I cried out, my nails digging into his skin as I felt the edge of ecstasy looming closer. Valerio's fingers delved deeper, brushing across my clit, arousing sharp moans from my parted lips. He circled the sensitive nub, his tongue flicking out to taste my essence. I cried out, my back arching off the bed, my body convulsing in the throes of pl

I shook my head. “You should. If she’s your mate-” “I know, Qyler. I do. I don’t want to push my luck. I’ve been searching for years now, and I don’t want this little fantasy of mine to end.” I sighed. “But you can’t read or control her.” He pointed out. “Maybe she’s just unreadable.” I argued. “I can read her. And remember the sex. You both passed out. That’s another sign of mates, Anders.” He pressed on.

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.

Valentina opened it and started reading again. The table sat slightly out of place, scrape marks visible on the marble floor. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air. Leo sat beside her and tried to focus on the documents. Under the table, Valentina slid her bare foot up his leg again. Her toes brushed against his inner thigh. She kept her eyes on the page but allowed a small, satisfied smile. They worked like that for another twenty minutes. Every few pages, Valentina shifted in her seat. Fresh cum still leaked slowly from her pussy, making her thighs slick.

The second I see her name, my mood shifts. VALERIA: Guess who came visiting. A corner of my mouth slightly tilts up despite myself. I lean back against my chair. Alejandro murmurs something incoherent. Here we go. ME: Who? A second later: VALERIA: Cruella de Vil. My brows rise slightly, smirk curling higher. Of course. The next text comes before I even begin to type. VALERIA: aka the woman that calls me Valentino. That's all it takes for my smirk to fade. I pull the phone closer, brows knitted, while I glare at my screen.

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

It was like a dream come true now as she could live her life as that of the characters from those sweet lovely romantic novels. Valen pulled back. She shyly got up from him and sat next to Ryley, looking away. The kiss was awesome however his intent gaze was burning holes in her skin. If he was a typical bad boy boyfriend she desired then Valen was no Less than an innocently wild girlfriend that really wished to have. He was proud of his mate because she was what she was. Selflessly innocent yet fierce. He had liked her actions always, now he could openly admire them. Because she was his. His Valen. His Girl. His Mate. His Everything.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

She trembled, her eyes shut tight. I leaned to her ear, deep into her hair, and whispered, “Do you know why I enjoy this so much Val?” Her breath seemed to cease “Because you despise me, Valentina,” I continued, hushed yet brutal. “And you ache for it when I take what you hate when I fuck you so hard it still hurts the next morning.” My voice trailed off as I thrust in sharply, it was deep, swift and shattering. She gasped, arching beneath me, her skin tense against mine. Everything around us blurred. Her scent and the balm of emotion crashing through me like hunger.