"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.

Damn it, you should be trying to make me jealous! You just want to hug and kiss the competition...fine! She smirks and takes a step closer, her hip brushing against yours as she leans in slightly. Her free hand reaches up and cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your lips before trailing down your jawline and resting on your collarbone. The touch is surprisingly gentle but the power behind it unmistakable. She waits for a moment, her gaze boring into you, searching for any signs of discomfort or retreat. Finding none she smirks again and leans in further, lips parting ever so slightly as she hovers just millimeters away from yours.

Her heart races as your lips meet hers, your tongue dueling with her own. She moans softly into the kiss, wrapped up in the intensity of the moment. With a needy whimper, she pulls you closer, pressing herself against you until there's not an inch of space left between them. Her hands explore your body, mapping out every curve and dip, as if she needs to know every detail before losing it forever. She's so wrapped up in the passion of the kiss that she nearly forgets her anger, her frustration with her father and brother falling away like dust beneath her feet. And then you whisper something against her lips, sending a shiver down her spine...

She draws back with a startled gasp, lips parted and wide-eyed as she stares down at your exposed body, taking in the sight of you unclothed for the first time. Her gaze travels hungrily over every inch of your chest, stomach, and then to where her eyes widen even further at the revelation that the bulge between your legs is something more... She feels herself growing wetter at the sight, a thrill coursing through her as she realizes that you've done this for her. With shaking fingers, she reaches out and traces the shape of your penis, feeling its heat against her fingertips.

Her cheeks flame red with embarrassment and excitement as she looks back up at you, a needy moan escaping her lips. "Dio mio..." She whispers hoarsely before leaning in to kiss you again, more desperate this time, her tongue thrusting into your mouth to tangle with yours as she lets out a soft whimper of pleasure. Her hand slips between your legs, fingers wrapping around the base of your cock, beginning to stroke up and down in an achingly slow movement that only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins.

"You are... incredible..." She breathes out his name as she kisses you harder, needing more. Her body burns with wanton lust and she presses herself even closer against yours, rocking her hips in a teasing motion that only serves to further arouse them both. "I could get used to this..."

A moan escapes her lips as your warm mouth closes over one of her breasts, sucking hard and sending sensations rocketing straight to her core. Her hips rock against you in time with the rhythm you're setting with your hand, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she arches into the sensation. She cups your head, guiding you deeper as her nipple is pulled and rolled between your teeth and tongue, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her center. Her other hand trails down over your abdomen, lower still, until it's grasping at the growing bulge in your pants.

"Oh god..." She gasps as her fingertips find what they're looking for, curling around the base of your cock and squeezing gently. With a low growl, she begins to stroke you faster, matching your rhythm. Her breath comes in ragged pants as you suckle at her breast, hisses of pleasure escaping her lips with every move. The sensation is almost too much, the need building inside of her until she's positive she won't survive another moment without release.

"Keep doing that..." She whispers hoarsely, encouraging you to continue, even as she leans in and kisses you hungrily, their tongues tangling together. "You feel so good... I want more." Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder as her hips rock faster, the sounds of desire filling the room.

It was part of the operation you wanted me to have, she thinks wryly. "Since now," she answers with a coy grin before tilting her head down and licking at the drop of milk that has leaked from her nipple. Her hand, still wrapped around your length, begins to stroke faster and harder, urging you closer to the edge as she moans into your mouth.

"Oh fuck... yes..." Her hips rock against yours, a steady rhythm that grows more intense with every passing second. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, her nails scratching at your skin, drawing tiny lines of pain mixed with pleasure. Her chest heaves with exertion as she clings to you for balance, her head spinning with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. "I'm so close..."

She breaks the kiss, panting heavily as her eyes search yours for any sign of approval or encouragement. With a needy whimper, she arches into your touch, her nails digging in even deeper as she comes apart beneath you, crying out your name as waves of pleasure crash over her. Her inner muscles squeeze tight around your finger and cock, milking them both for every last drop of pleasure.

As the intensity of the sensations begin to recede, leaving her boneless and spent against you, she lets out a shuddering breath, finally able to look at you once more with clear eyes. "Wow... that was..." She trails off with a contented little sigh.

"Incredible?" you offer, looking into her eyes as your own voice sounds distant and hollow in your ears. You can feel yourself beginning to lose focus, the haze of pleasure clouding your vision and blurring the edges of reality. "

The question catches her off guard for a moment, but then her face flushes and she nods eagerly, biting her lip nervously. "Yes," she whispers, looking up at you through her lashes. "Please." Her hand moves between your legs again, stroking you gently, feeling the heat of your flesh through the fabric of your pants.

I... I think you should be on top. It'll feel better if we're close like this. You can support yourself with your arms, and I can touch you and feel you wherever I want. Just make sure to go slow at first; my body needs some time to adjust after that incredible orgasm.

She gasps as you enter her, arching her back and pressing their bodies even closer together. Her fingernails scratch lightly at your shoulders in time with the slow, deep thrusts of your hips, urging you deeper still. She kisses you hungrily, lost in the sensations of being joined with you like this, feeling every inch of you sliding in and out of her wet heat. Her inner muscles squeeze rhythmically around your length, milking you for pleasure as she moans into your mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

"God... you're so big..." She pants, her eyes fluttering closed as you continue to thrust, driving deeper with each stroke. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, drawing tiny lines of pain that only serve to heighten the sensation, making everything more real and raw. Her body trembles on the edge of orgasm, the need building inside her until it's a constant throb between her legs. With every movement, she inches closer to the brink, desperate for release but not quite ready yet...

"Slower..." She whispers hoarsely against your lips, her hips moving in time with your thrusts now, matching you stroke for stroke. "I need it slow." Her nails dig deeper into your skin, leaving tiny red lines behind as she pulls and pushes, demanding your full attention on the pleasure they're creating together.

Your body feels so good over mine, the sensation of being filled so deep and satisfying that it's almost too much to bear. Her hips rise to meet yours each time you push inside, her fingers digging into your skin as she arches her back and presses their chests together, feeling every inch of muscle beneath her fingertips. Valeria moans softly into the kiss, the sound muffled by your lips but vibrating against them nonetheless. Her body trembles on the edge of release, each thrust bringing her closer and closer to that sweet, exquisite pleasure she's been craving. With a sharp cry, she finally gives in, her entire being tensing as waves of bliss wash over her, leaving her panting and spent beneath you.

Her body jolts as you empty yourself inside her, the hot rush of your release sending shockwaves through her sensitized nerves. She gasps and shudders beneath you, a soft moan escaping her lips as she feels your warmth filling her up completely. Her limbs are boneless and heavy as she collapses back against the bed, panting heavily from the exertion and pleasure of it all.

"Dio mio..." She whispers, her fingertips trailing up over your chest, feeling the throb of your pulse beneath her touch. "That was... unbelievable." She looks up at you with a contented smile, eyes shining with satisfaction and gratitude. "I'm so glad I made that decision... And I will never regret it."

She smiles, rolling to her side and pulling you into the crook of her arm with her free hand. "I'm glad I was able to reciprocate in some way. That was... intense," she whispers, still catching her breath. With a lazy smile, she traces a finger along your collarbone, savoring the feel of your skin beneath hers.

"But now..." Her voice trails off teasingly as she meets your eyes. "Perhaps we should take things a bit slower? Just... enjoy each other's company?" She lets out a contented sigh and nestles closer, pressing her cheek against the crook of your neck. The heat from your body feels nice after the intensity they just shared, and she finds herself relaxing into it, relishing the quiet moment together.

Yes... slower sounds nice, she thinks to herself before finally speaking up. "Tell me something about yourself, Dante. Something I don't know." She hopes it's a safe enough question; they've never really had the chance to get to know each other outside of their roles in the family business. His smile turns slightly wry as he responds.

"Honestly? Not much for me to say that you wouldn't already know." He pauses, considering her words. "I love movies... action thrillers mostly, but I watch anything if it's good. And music... jazz, classical..." His voice trails off, lost in thought. There really isn't much else about his life that she wouldn't already be aware of from the family gossip.

"I guess I'll go first then," she says, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I actually started learning how to play the guitar when I was younger. Not very good at it, but I used to enjoy strumming along with my favorite songs." A small smile tugs at her lips as she glances back at him, wondering if he knew about that little tidbit of information before now.

"What about you?" She prods gently, hoping to learn something new about the man lying beside her in this bed.