"Che cazzo amore mio (What the fuck my love)? What time do you call this?" Paolina stood in the grand entrance hall as Valentino entered the house, you by his side. Her arms are crossed and there is a deep scowl on her beautiful features as she stands before you both, dressed in a stunning red dress that accentuated all her curves, as well at the matching jewellery set you bought her for her birthday, telling her it was from her husband who had forgotten. "You're late! We missed our reservation! I got all ready for you and you don't even turn up to pick me up! No you leave me fucking waiting! For hours!"

She's angry, her arms waving about theatrically as she expressed herself. Slowly she's getting louder, complaining about how Valentino had left her again, cancelling his plans with her without saying anything and working instead. But you knew better. You had tried to warn him that he was going to be late but he ignored your warnings, instead taking the young attractive woman he'd been eyeing into his private room at the club. You were disappointed in him, cheating on his beautiful wife with any young thing that threw themself at him, despite your warnings that he would end up loosing Paolina with this behaviour. You knew you'd never be like him if you had the chance...

As you look up at Paolina, there are tears welling in her eyes as she glares at Valentino. With an angry huff at his lack of response to her, she cries out in anger, cursing Valentino out in Italian. "Vaffanculo! Non voglio parlarti mai più! (Go fuck yourself! I don’t want to talk to you ever again!)." Her voice is rough with emotion as she yells at him before turning around and storming back up the stairs to her bedroom.

At her outburst, Valentino sighs before turning to you, his voice gruff and filled with barely restrained anger. "Go to her. Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. I'm going back out... Damn woman has given me a headache." He groans before patting your shoulder and heading back out the main doors leaving you stood in the grand entrance hall with a choice.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She squirms in your grasp, trying to get out of it as she cries out in surprise and anger. The tears fall faster now, streaking down her cheeks. "Don't ever fucking touch me like that again! Let me go!" Her nails scrape against the wall, leaving little scratches behind as she struggles fruitlessly against your iron grip. You can feel her heart pounding wildly beneath your fingers, her breath coming in harsh gasps through her parted lips, and even though you know she's fighting you, there's a strange thrill that runs through you at the feeling of being able to hold her so easily despite her strength. She hates you for it. You can see it in the flashes of red that flicker across her cheeks as she glares up at you furiously. And yet...

Her lips part in surprise as your mouth closes over hers, hungrily claiming what she thought was her territory just now. For a moment she stiffens, shocked into submission by the forcefulness of your kiss, before anger begins to take its place. Her hands claw at your shoulders, trying to push you away even as she's pressed against the wall. But beneath that anger, there is something else. Something hot and needy and aching. It feels so wrong, but it also feels... right.

Her mouth opens to protest, to tell you that this isn't what she wants, but the words die on her lips as you press deeper into her kiss. Your hands roam over her body, possessing her in a way that feels so very wrong given the circumstances. Yet it ignites something inside of her, a fire that burns hot and bright, demanding to be sated. She clings to you now, her nails digging into your back as she arches into your touch. Her hips grind against yours, seeking relief from the aching need that has taken over every part of her body. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she moans with pleasure into your mouth, the sound only fueling the fire between you both.

Her eyes flutter open as your mouth leaves hers, and she stares up at you in confusion. Her breath comes fast and shallow, her chest heaving with the effort to drag air into her lungs. A low moan escapes her throat as she feels your fingers trail teasingly over the curves of her ass, causing delicious shivers to run down her spine. "Wh-what's going on?" she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Why did you stop...?" She blinks up at you through heavy lidded eyes, her words coming out slurred and breathy from the effects of your passionate kiss.

Her eyes widen at the revelation, and she looks around as if to confirm that he truly is gone before focusing back on you. "He's... gone?" She asks, still breathless from your kiss, her voice barely above a whisper. A strange mixture of anger and relief washes over her features as she realizes how quickly he took the opportunity to leave them alone together.

Without warning, she lunges forward, pressing her lips against yours once more, hungry for another taste of you after being deprived for so long. Her hands roam over your body, clinging to you desperately as if she's afraid she'll never feel this close to anyone else again.

Her hips grind against yours, her nails digging into the flesh at your back, and her moans become louder, more demanding as the need for release builds within her. It's been so long

It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way, and with Valentino gone, she lets go of all restraint. Her tongue dances with yours, hungrily exploring every inch of your mouth as her hands roam freely over your body, seeking out any part of you that isn't already burning for her touch.

Her breath comes faster now, a moan escaping her throat as she feels herself growing wet between her legs. She arches into you, needing you to take her, to relieve the aching need that has been building inside her all day. A sharp cry leaves her lips when your fingers finally slip between her folds, finding instant purchase in her swollen core.

"Yes..." she moans, her voice rough with desire as she bucks against your hand, demanding more. "Don't stop... please..." Her hips move in time with the strokes of

Her fingers curl into your hair, tugging gently as she arches further into your touch. Her moans grow louder, more urgent as you continue to tease and please her. She's so close now, on the edge of something incredible, and she wants nothing more than for you to push her over it.

"Please..." she whimpers, her voice cracking with desire. "I need..." Her hips buck wildly against your touch, seeking relief from the ache that's building inside her. With each thrust of your fingers, she feels herself getting closer, on the verge of losing control entirely.

"Just like that..." she gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as her back arches off the wall in sweet release. Her whole body shudders with pleasure as her orgasm crashes over her, leaving her spent and gasping for air. For a moment, she just

Her eyes snap open, confused and slightly annoyed. She had just been so close... "What do you think you're doing?" she pants, her chest still heaving from the effort to catch her breath after that intense orgasm. But even as she tries to sound angry, there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice that gives away how much she still needs you.

Her hips move restlessly against your hand, demanding more contact as she struggles to regain control of herself and the desire that still burns bright inside her. "Please... don't stop now..." She whispers, her voice shaking with need.

Her face flushes at the memory of what they just did, and a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips despite herself. "Maybe we shouldn't..." She whispers, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "But I can't help it... I want more." Her hands move to your waist, urging you closer, wanting to feel your skin against hers once again.

Her breath hitches when she feels the hardness behind the zipper of your pants pressing against her thigh. The thought of having you inside her is enough to send a shiver of desire down her spine, making her mouth go dry and her heart race even faster. "Please..." She begs, her eyes locking onto yours as she arches into the contact, silently urging you to take what she so desperately wants to give.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you walk away from her, and for a moment she's left feeling slightly rejected and confused. Yet the need is still there, burning inside of her like an inferno that can't be quenched by words or actions alone.

She watches your retreating form with longing, wondering if this was just some twisted game you were playing with her emotions. A tiny part of her hopes that it isn't true; that perhaps there's still something between them worth fighting for despite everything. But another part of her knows better; she has seen the way Valentino looks at other women, felt his indifference in the bedroom where he was more interested in work than in being with her.

As she listens to your footsteps fade away into the distance, Paolina reaches down between her legs, finding herself still wet from their encounter earlier. She cups her hand around herself, needing release

Her eyes flicker up as she hears your footsteps slow to a stop, her breath hitching in anticipation of what might happen next. When she feels strong hands gripping her hips from behind, she knows that you're not planning on leaving just yet. Her heart leaps into her throat as she's pulled roughly against your body and then thrust forward onto the kitchen island with a rough moan escaping from deep within her throat. She arches her back off the cool surface, offering herself up to you with needful eyes.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into soft flesh as she tries to control the desire coursing through her veins like wildfire. "Please..." she whispers, her voice breathless and hoarse from wanting you so badly.

Her eyes meet yours as you tower over her, your expression one of both lust and possessiveness. It's intoxicating, making her body tremble with need beneath your intense gaze. With a low growl, she reaches between your legs, undoing your pants and freeing your erection from confinement. Her fingers close around the velvety length of your cock, stroking upward as she looks into your eyes, searching for some sign of what you want her to do.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously, leaving them glistening in anticipation. "Tell me..." she whispers, the word husky and thick with desire. "How can I please you...?"

Her cheeks flush as you make the comparison and she glares at him in her mind, trying to find words that will please you both. "He's... he's nothing like you," she whispers, slowly starting to stroke your cock in rhythm with her words. "Valentino... is cold... distant..." Her fingers continue their slow, teasing movement as she looks up at you through heavy lidded eyes. "You're so much warmer... more caring..." A shudder runs through her body as she thinks about how good this feels; how different it is from anything she's experienced with him.

"And you make me feel..." She trails off, tongue darting out to wet her lips once more before continuing. "You make me feel wanted... needed..." Her hips begin to move in time with her hand now, urging you closer as she leans into your touch. The need for

"Maybe..." she whispers, eyes darting down to the length of your cock in her hand. "But I think..." Her voice trails off as she wraps her fingers around you again, stroking up and down your shaft with practiced ease. She looks back up at you through hooded lids, a sly smile curving her lips. "I think size doesn't matter as much as how you use it..." Her words are laced with desire, almost taunting, as she arches her back off the counter once more and tilts her hips toward you invitingly.

Her fingers continue their teasing movement on your cock, faster now, as she imagines what it would feel like to have you inside her. She gasps when one of her fingertips brushes against the head of your erection, sending a jolt of pleasure through her whole body. With a needy mo

"Well..." she says, eyes flickering down to your cock in her hand and then back up to meet yours with a sly grin. "I can't deny that it feels different than yours... maybe even better..." Her hips buck against her fingers, seeking friction and release as her voice turns into a moan of pleasure.

She tilts her head slightly, watching you intently as she continues to stroke and tease you. "But I don't think that means I like it more... It just means," she pauses for a moment, taking in a sharp breath through her nose at the feel of your cock against her fingertips, "It just means we're different people, with different preferences..." Her voice trails off into a low moan as she circles her clit with a free hand, feeling herself growing closer and closer to the edge.

Her gaze remains locked on

Her eyes widen at the thought of Valentino returning and immediately becomes defensive. "No!" she exclaims fiercely. "I wouldn't leave just because he comes back." She pauses, taking a steadying breath as her body trembles with desire and confusion. "But..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the thought as she struggles with the conflicting emotions.

Her hips move faster against her hand now, need driving her onward in search of release. She closes her eyes tightly, biting down hard on her lower lip to keep from crying out too loudly. It's like trying to hold back a flood; the tension and emotion build inside her until she feels like she might explode.

With one last shuddering breath, she lets go, giving in to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over her body like a wave.

Her body shudders with release, her back arching off the counter as she cries out his name, a mixture of anger and pleasure lacing her voice. The tension leaves her limbs like air escaping from a balloon, leaving her trembling and panting in the aftermath of her orgasm. A deep flush crawls up her neck and spreads across her cheeks as she comes down from the high, feeling more confused and vulnerable than ever before.

It's been so long since she's truly felt anything at all during their intimate moments together, but with you it's different. You bring out emotions in her that Valentino can't touch or understand. It both scares and exhilarates her, leaving her wanting more even as her body is still reeling from the last wave of pleasure.

The thought of Valentino intruding on this moment sends a shiver down her spine, instantly cutting short her post-orgasmic bliss. Without hesitation, she scrambles off the counter, her movements hurried and jerky as if fleeing from something terrible. "I-I have to go," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper as she glances back over her shoulder in fear. "I'll see you later." Her heart is racing, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she quickly heads for the door.

The moment she steps out into the hallway, she regrets her hasty decision. The cool air on her skin and the taste of pleasure still lingering on her tongue only serve to remind her of what she left behind. But it's too late; Valentino is already here and Paolina knows there's no going back now.

Her breath catches in her throat as Valentino grabs her roughly and pushes her against the wall, his lips claiming hers in a savage kiss that leaves her reeling. Her body trembles with anticipation beneath his touch, responding instinctively to his dominance. Even through her shame and fear, she can't help but crave him; his size, his roughness. It's all part of the twisted game they play together where love turns into power struggles and lust becomes a weapon used against each other.

As he finally pulls away from their kiss, she meets his eyes with a look that could melt stone. Her hands reach up to stroke his face tenderly, needing to touch him even as she knows that every caress is only fueling the fire between them. "I love you," she whispers, her voice throaty and full of desire despite herself. "You're so big and strong

Valentino growls in satisfaction at her words and reaches down to roughly yank her panties aside before slamming into her. She cries out, arching her back off the wall as pleasure washes over her. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, clawing at his skin as she tries to find purchase against the surge of sensation that takes hold of her body like a tidal wave.

Her eyes meet yours from across the room and for a brief moment, she sees the hurt and confusion there mirrored in hers. But it's quickly replaced with a mocking smile that cuts deeper than any knife could ever hope to. She doesn't understand why this keeps happening; why she can't seem to resist him even though he hurts her so badly. All she knows is that the lie they're living together has become its own twisted sort of truth, and there's no escaping it now.

Her breath hitches as she feels him start to thrust deeper, harder inside her. It's almost too much, but somehow it's not enough. She grips his shoulders tighter, arching further into the brutal rhythm he sets for them both, searching for something more. His size, his strength - they both excite and terrify her in equal measure. With every powerful thrust that drives him deeper, she feels herself closer to the edge of sanity, dangling on a thread of desire and pain.

Her eyes never leave yours throughout it all; their connection like a lifeline in this twisted dance they're forced to share. A bitter smile tugs at her lips as she meets your gaze with knowing recognition, wanting to taunt you with the knowledge that even though he may be bigger and stronger...she still belongs to you.

Her words slice through your heart like a knife as she turns away from you and heads back towards the bedroom where Valentino still has her pinned to the wall. The pain is almost unbearable, but you force it down, knowing that there's nothing you can do about it now. She is her husband's wife, no matter how much she may seem to crave your attention or enjoy your company.

As she disappears around the corner, leaving you alone and defeated in their wake, a part of you dies inside. You know that this will never end; not until one of them decides enough is enough. Until then, all you can do is watch from afar and hope for scraps of affection when they finally decide to spare some for you again.

With a resigned sigh, you turn and head back to your own room, feeling more alone than ever before. The house seems eerily quiet now that she's gone, the tension of their intimate encounter replaced with an empty void that threatens to consume you whole. You climb into bed, pulling the covers up around yourself as if trying to shield yourself from the reality of your situation.

The image of her walking away and dismissing you like you meant nothing burns in your mind as you stare up at the ceiling. You can still feel her fingers digging into your shoulders, taste the mixture of desire and loathing on her lips. It's all so contradictory; how she can want both of you so badly yet push one away while clinging to the other. You close your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep through this nightmare and forget everything for just a little while longer.

But even as sleep begins to take hold, her words linger in the back of your mind like a bad dream that won't be silenced no matter how hard you try.

That afternoon, while you're busy with some "family business," Paolina wanders off by herself and starts chatting up one of the other henchmen. She laughs at his jokes, plays with her hair, and even leans in close when he tells a particularly funny story. You can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as you watch them from across the room; it's almost like she's taunting you with their ease around each other.

Finally, growing tired or bored of her game, Paolina comes back over to your side and wraps an arm around your waist possessively. "Hey there," she purred into your ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe before looking up at you with those big doe eyes that always make your heart race. "You missed me?"

Her breath was hot against your neck, sending shivers down your sp

"Maybe I just need some air," she whispers in reply before pulling away slightly and giving you a playful shove. "Go back to whatever it was you were doing, I'll be fine." Her grin is knowing and coy as she glances back over her shoulder at the waiting henchman, inviting you to join the spectacle they're about to create.

I can't help but feel a mixture of anger and hurt as I watch her leave me like this, even if it is just to tease. "Fine," I mutter under my breath, turning back to my task at hand. But the longer she's gone, the more I find myself glancing over my shoulder, unable to ignore the tension building inside of me. It feels like a storm brewing; dark and dangerous, threatening to consume us all.

I don't understand what she's playing at... Why does she keep toying with my emotions like this? One moment she's wrapped around me, and the next she's off with someone else, flirting and laughing like nothing ever happened. It feels like a game to her; one where I'm just a pawn to be moved around at her whim.

It's enough to make my blood boil... But what can I do about it? She's my wife, after all. I can't exactly confront her or demand answers... Not without risking everything we have together. For now, I'll have to watch from afar and hope that someday she'll see what she has right in front of her: the only person who truly loves her for who she is, faults and all.

I don't know why she does this... Why she pushes me away and clings to you at the same time. Maybe it's because she doesn't want to admit that what we have is real, that maybe she still loves me even though she thinks she should hate me. Whatever the reason, I just wish she would see that I'm not going anywhere, no matter how much she hurts me.

It's hard for me to admit that part of it is my fault too... I don't know why I keep hurting you like this, but I just can't seem to help myself. Sometimes the pain feels like the only way I can cope with everything else in my life. Maybe if we talked more, if we were more open and honest with each other, it would be different... But right now, all I know is that I love you and I want this to work even though it hurts us both so much sometimes.