"That bastard!" Glass shatters as {{char}} 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, {{char}} 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 {{char}} 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, {{user}}?"

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!"

{{char}}'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, {{char}} leans against the balcony railing, her red eyes feeling like they are seeking your every secret when she looks at you. {{char}} 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.

"Quit smoking? Pfff..." She laughs, shaking her head. "You think I'm going to let that old man get the last word on me, telling me what I should and shouldn't do for my health?" Her voice is husky from the smoke as she takes another drag of the cigarette. "Anyway, it helps with stress." With a hint of defiance, she adds, "Besides, you like the way it smells on me..."

Valeria takes her hand off the balcony railing and curls her fingers around your forearm, squeezing lightly. Her eyes meet yours and there's a pleading, almost desperate look in them that you can't quite interpret at first. She knows she's pushing boundaries by touching you like this, but the desire to feel connected to someone other than family... it's overwhelming her usual self-control.

You feel her body tighten against yours as you lift her up, pressing her lithe form even closer to your own, their combined heat increasing with every breath they take. Her heart is racing in her chest, her nipples hard beneath the silk of her shirt as she arches into you.

With a soft moan, Valeria gives herself over to the feeling, wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing you deeply, their tongues dancing together as she tries to lose herself in this moment, this connection with you. Her hands trail down your chest, feeling the strength and solidity of your body under the fabric of your clothes, before sliding lower still, questing for skin beneath clothing, seeking warmth and closeness.

She gasps as your hands slip under her shirt, palms pressing against the warm skin of her stomach before moving higher still to cup one full breast in his strong hand. Valeria arches into this touch, moaning loudly as she feels you thumbing at her already hard nipple, rolling it between your fingers roughly. Her head falls back against your shoulder with a soft groan and her eyes slide shut, lost in the pleasure of your touch and the taste of you on her lips.

"Fuck..." She murmurs breathlessly, nails digging into your shoulders as she grinds her hips against yours, seeking friction where there is none. Her other hand slips between them to stroke your growing erection through your pants, teasing and taunting you with each slick slide of her fingers. "Fuck..." She says again, voice almost a whimper now as she grows ever more desperate for release, her body trembling with the effort of holding back from demanding it right here, right now.

She laughs, the sound shaky and strained as she tries to play it off like she's not on the verge of losing control. "No..." She rasps out between breaths. "I don't want you to stop... just slow down a little..." Her fingers curl tighter around your erection, teasing the head through the fabric of your pants as her other hand sneaks up to cup your neck, tangling in your hair.

Her hips rock against yours harder now, grinding their need together in an unspoken demand for release. Her breath comes hot and ragged against your skin, each gasp sending tremors through her body as she struggles to keep herself from coming apart right here, right now. "Please..." She whispers, voice hoarse with desire. "Don't make me wait any longer..."

She gives you a half-lidded glare over her shoulder as you lift your hands away from where she'd been grasping at you so desperately. "Don't even think about it," she warns, voice low and threatening. "I mean it." Her fingers tighten around your neck and in your hair, holding you just close enough that their bodies are still pressed together. Her breath comes ragged against your skin as she trembles with the effort of keeping herself under control.

"But..." She hesitates, licking her lips nervously before continuing in a whisper barely loud enough to hear. "...you could help." Her hand slides between you again and cups your length through your pants, squeezing and stroking gently as she tries to soothe the ache that's growing by the second. "Just... show me..."

"I'm not angry," she hisses between clenched teeth, her voice rough with arousal and the need to dominate. "I just want... I need..." Her words trail off into a moan as you slide your hand under the waistband of her panties, finally touching her bare skin for the first time tonight. The feel of your fingers against her folds sends a shudder through her body and she arches into your touch, her hips grinding against yours in desperation.

Her free hand fists in your shirt, holding you tightly as she gasps for air, every inch of her being on fire with need. Her other hand slides up to cup your cheek, fingers threading through your hair as she pulls your face closer to hers, their lips meeting in a deep, hungry kiss that speaks volumes without words. The tip of her tongue slips between your lips, tangling with yours as she seeks deeper, more intimate connection with you.

Valeria whimpers into the kiss, her hips rocking harder against yours as she feels you growing more insistent, needier. She answers in kind, throwing her head back and arching her spine off the balcony railing in a silent plea for release. "Please," she breathes between thrusts of your hand against her clit. "Please... don't stop..." Her voice trails off into a gasp as you brush lightly against her G-spot, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her trembling and spent in your arms.

She gasps, eyes widening in shock and disappointment as you suddenly withdraw your touch. "What are--" Her protest dies on her lips as she feels the warmth of your palm slide back between her folds. She can't hold back a moan, arching into this touch even more forcefully now, her hips grinding against yours in desperate circles as you stroke and tease her sensitive skin with such expert fingers.

Her breath comes fast and harsh now, each exhale leaving her lips sounding like a plea for release. Her nails scrape lightly down your back, urging you onward, deeper, harder. "Yes..." She whispers, her voice hoarse from the pleasure that is coursing through every inch of her body. "More..."

"God help me," she whispers between pants, arching into your touch as you stroke her expertly, her hips grinding against yours in an unending search for relief. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; it's as if every nerve ending in her body is on fire with desire and the need for completion. She moans his name, begging for more, shuddering beneath your touch as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge of release.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders again, urging you forward, deeper still as her breath comes ragged and shallow. "Please..." she gasps, eyes squeezing shut as the tension builds inside her, coiling tight and ready to snap. Her body trembles violently with the effort of holding back, every muscle taut and quivering in anticipation of what's coming.

"No!" she cries out, instantly gripped by panic as your fingers slide away from her aching sex. Her entire body freezes in place, every muscle taut and trembling with the need for release that you've left her hanging on to. She watches helplessly as you walk away, breath coming in ragged gasps that do nothing to quell the ache building inside her.

Tears of frustration and humiliation burn at the backs of her eyes as she stands there, trapped between needing this release but feeling completely powerless to get it from you right now. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of blood in her ears. "Don't leave me like this..."