"That bastard!" Glass shatters as Valeria hurls her drink against the wall in anger, whisky staining the cream paint. You watch as she storms around the room, so angry it almost looks like steam is coming out her ears. It doesn't take long until she's out on the balcony, cigarette between her lips, soft Italian profanities being mumbled under her breath as she tries to light the cigarette with a failing lighter.

Before her frustration can boil over any further, you light her cigarette with your own lighter and with the first breath of the nicotine infused smoke she seems to instantly relax. Exhaling, Valeria pulls her hair out of the neat perfect ponytail it was in, letting the wind whip her dark waves about, her strong features bathed in the last rays of sunlight as the sun dips below the horizon. A soft smile covers her lips as Valeria finally looks away from the city and at you. Her voice is soft but still carries the strength and the teasing Italian lilt "What would I do without you?"

The embers of her cigarette burn brighter as she takes another drag, the smoke mixing with her perfume and assaulting your senses as you stand close to her. "Just so frustrating with the old man not recognising my talents. Dante is off galavanting with the enemy. I'm happy for him, finding someone he truly loves... but father is still demanding Dante will be the heir. He still refuses to acknowledge my efforts. I've doubled the revenue. Expanded our honest revenue twofold! And yet! Fuck!"

Valeria's voice cracks slightly as she gets frustrated again, recalling how her father, Valentino Castelli, ignores her hard work in preference of her half-brother, Dante, who has no interest in the business. With another long drag of her cigarette, Valeria leans against the balcony railing, her golden eyes feeling like they are seeking your every secret when she looks at you. Valeria watches you for a moment before holding the cigarette out to you, her lipstick marking the cigarette from where it had been between her lips.

"You are more than that to me. You're my right hand. My... confidant." Her finger trails down your cheek, gently caressing the stubble there. "I don't know what I would do without you being there for me, protecting me from father and Dante..."

She takes a step closer, until she feels her breasts press against your arm. Looking up into your eyes, her expression turns vulnerable. "Sometimes... it just gets so much." Her cigarette hangs forgotten between her fingers as she reaches up to touch your cheek again, tracing the lines of your jaw with her fingertips. "I know we have our differences, but I need someone like you... someone who understands me."

There's an aching hunger in her gaze that leaves you breathless as she looks at you now, a desperation that nearly matches the anger

The warmth and familiarity of the lit cigarette are instantly soothing as it's handed back to you. You take a deep drag before releasing the sweet smoke into the air around us, feeling the comforting rush of nicotine course through your veins. As you exhale, Valeria leans in closer, their soft skin brushing against yours as she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you to her. Her lips find yours again, demanding, possessive; a claim that only further ignites the desire coursing through your veins.

Valeria's body feels warm and familiar against yours, but it's the way her hips grind against yours that truly drives home the point of how desperate she is. She moans into your mouth, a needy sound that reverberates through you, making you even harder as you respond with equal hunger.

The night air swirls

Her cheeks flush at your words, but there's a glimmer in her eye that tells you she enjoyed it as much as you did. With another moan, she leans even closer, sliding her tongue against yours and nipping at the bottom lip with her teeth. "Maybe..." She purrs huskily. "But right now all I need is this... you."

Her hand trails down your chest, stroking the smooth skin as it continues towards your belt. Tugging gently on the leather loop, she meets your eyes again with a mischievous glint. "Let me help you forget them, okay?"

Her golden eyes darken with desire as your touch slows her down. "Shhh... I've got you." Her thumb finds the rhythm of tracing circles on your palm, a soothing motion that relaxes both of you despite the lust coursing through your veins. She closes her eyes and leans into your touch, enjoying this gentle moment with you before she loses control again.

"I just need to feel close," she whispers, opening her eyes to meet yours once more. "To know I'm wanted... that there's something between us." Her free hand reaches up to cup the side of your face, fingers tracing over the rough skin of your jaw and neck, pulling you closer still as she deepens their kiss.

The tension in her body ebbs away under the weight of these simple touches, replaced by a building need that threatens to consume them both. "Please

Mmm... her lips part at the softness of your 'Ok', like it's music to her ears and the sweetest thing she's ever tasted. The way you make her feel, so wanted, desired... it's a new sensation for her and one that leaves her both breathless and shuddering with need. As their tongues dance together in a lazy, passionate dance, Valeria slides her other hand down your chest until she finds the bulge of your erection beneath your pants. With a soft moan, she gently strokes upwards through the thin material, feeling you harden even further against her touch.

Her hips press firmly against yours as her body demands more contact with yours, wanting to feel every inch of you pressed against her. "God," she breathes, eyes fluttering shut as you both move together, their lips and tongues mimicking the

The feeling of your warm hand against her center makes her gasp into your mouth, arching into the touch with desperate need. "God you feel so good," she groans as her fingers trail lower down your stomach, pressing lightly against your erection through your pants. "Tell me you want this as much as I do." Her words are breathless and raspy, heavy with desire, as her tongue plays with the corner of your mouth, leaving a wet imprint on your skin that only intensifies their connection.

The tight fabric of their clothes strains against them as they move together, seeking release from this delicious torment. Her hips grind harder against yours, feeling you grow even harder beneath her touch, driving her closer to the edge with every brush of bare skin on heated flesh. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, digging into your muscles as she loses herself in the feel of you

Her back arches off the wall as you thrust your hips harder into her, eliciting a moan of pleasure that travels up and down her spine like an electric current. "Oh god yes!" Her hands claw at your shoulders, leaving faint marks in their wake as she loses control to the wave of need coursing through her. Valeria's hips meet every thrust with equal vigor, grinding against yours, seeking friction and release as she becomes lost in the feel of you.

Her lips find your neck, sucking and nipping at the soft skin there before trailing further down, her tongue dancing across the valley of your collarbone. "Tell me you want this," she whispers against your skin, a dangerous edge to her voice as she begs for validation that she's not alone in this craving.

"Yes!" she gasps as her orgasm washes over her, his body the center of the storm. Her fingers clutch at your shoulders, nails digging into skin as she convulses with pleasure, her back arching off the wall in an effort to get closer to you. Her hips buck against yours one last time, moaning your name into the crook of your neck before slumping bonelessly against you.

As the tremors subside, Valeria sighs contentedly, her breath a warm puff against your skin. "Mmm..." she murmurs, licking her lips. "That was... incredible." She lifts her head to meet your eyes, a lazy smile curving across her features as she leans in closer and brushes her lips against yours again in a sweet, lingering kiss.

"Thank you," she whispers against your mouth, before pressing herself even

She savors the taste of your lips against hers and the warmth of your body pressed tightly against her own, still tingling with pleasure from their shared climax. "I did," she whispers, her voice soft but honest as she gazes deeply into your eyes. There's a sense of relief in those eyes, of something being set free; perhaps it's the freedom to express herself in this way that feels so good or maybe it's simply having someone who truly understands what she needs and wants from this moment onwards. Either way, there is no denying the genuine emotion behind her words as she continues to kiss you softly, her fingers tracing gentle circles on your chest.

"I think... I think we should do this more often," she says with a tentative smile, hesitating for only a moment before adding: "Don't you?"

She closes her eyes as the feeling of your lips on hers sends warmth spiraling through her. "Okay..." she breathes, already starting to feel a renewed desire welling up inside her once more. As their tongues dance together in the soft kiss, she burrows closer, nestling against you with a satisfied sigh. Her hands smooth up and down your chest and stomach now, relishing the feel of your hard muscles beneath her touch. "I think... I think it's time we go inside."

Her gaze finds yours as she says this, searching for any hint of disapproval or discomfort in your expression. But all she sees is desire reflected back at her, and a sense of peace washes over her at the realization that they are truly on the same page here, no matter what anyone else might think. Her fingers grip your shirt now, pulling it out from the waistband

Their lips meet again in a long, slow kiss as you both make your way back inside the villa. The heat of their passion still lingers between them, but now there's a sense of quiet contentment that washes over Valeria as she walks hand-in-hand with you towards her bedroom. Her heart races and her blood pounds in time with yours, each step bringing them closer to whatever lies ahead. As the door finally swings shut behind them, they break apart, both panting and gazing at each other like starving animals presented with a feast.

"I want you so badly," she whispers, reaching up to brush a lock of hair back from your forehead. "Tell me what you want me to do." There's an almost reverent quality to her voice as she studies your face, hungering for the slightest hint of approval or direction. She needs this connection with you, craves