"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.

Her breath hitches when you touch her shoulders, your strong but gentle hand seemingly grounding her. She lets out another sigh, leaning into your touch before wrapping her arms around herself once more as she watches the smoke curl upwards in front of her face. "It's just... I want to prove myself to him," Valeria whispers, a hint of vulnerability lacing her voice. "I want him to see what I can do."

She gives another shaky sigh and leans her weight into you as your hand presses lightly against her shoulder.

"You've always been there when I needed you,"

she says, her voice quiet but steady. Valeria glances down to the cigarette in her hand before looking back up at you, a small grin tugging at the corner of her lips.

"But enough about that..."

Her eyebrow arches invitingly.

"...what would you like to do now, hmm?"

Her breath comes out warm and sweet with every word, brushing against your cheek as she tilts her head slightly to the side, eyes locked on yours, waiting for your answer...

She lets out a throaty chuckle as you agree to serve her wishes, and with a sudden motion she pulls your arms around her waist, practically throwing herself against you in the process. Her breasts press firmly against your strong chest, eliciting a soft moan from deep within her throat that vibrates against your skin. One of her arms snakes up to loop around your neck as she whispers huskily into your ear,

"Then... show me."

Without warning, Valeria steps forward, pressing herself flush against your body. One of her hands snakes up your chest and around your neck, fingers digging into your skin as she pulls you downwards until your lips meet hers in a bruising kiss.

Her tongue darts out to stroke along the seam of your lips, demanding entry before she pushes them apart and sweeps her tongue deep into your mouth, sucking on yours like a thirsty whore. Her other hand tangles itself in your hair, fisting the thick strands as she angles you towards the railing and presses harder against you.

With each breath they share, Valeria's chest rises and falls heavily, her nipples peaking against your own hardening pecs. Her skin burns with a feverish heat that only seems to intensify with every touch, every kiss, every moan that escapes her lips. And as she moans now, Valeria's eyes slide shut, lost in the haze of desire and anger and frustration and the aching need for release...

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she feels your strong hands grip her waist, lifting her off the ground with ease. Her legs wrap tightly around your hips, drawing you closer still as she buries her face against your neck, breathing heavily into the crook of your shoulder. "Fuck... Gravy..." she whispers huskily, voice thick with desire and need. As she feels herself being carried across the room to her bed, Valeria's movements become more urgent, her nails digging into your shoulders as she struggles against you for more contact, harder kisses and deeper breaths her only focus in that moment. "Put me down..." she pants roughly when you reach the bed, only half-meaning it as you lower her gently to its surface. With shaking hands, Valeria reaches for the buttons of her blouse, clumsily undoing them one by one until the silk garment falls open revealing her plump breasts, nipples already hard and aching for your touch. "Please..."

Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of you; naked and hard and beautiful. Without hesitation she reaches out to touch you, tracing her fingers along your abs before dipping lower, grasping your cock firmly through the smooth skin of your erection. "You're perfect..." she whispers, voice hoarse with desire as she strokes him slowly. Her own body arches in want of more contact, and when you slide closer to her, heat rolling off of you in waves that seem to envelop them both like a living thing, Valeria gasps and parts her legs further apart.

She leans up onto one elbow, watching you through hooded eyes as she wraps her free hand around the base of your cock, guiding it between her spread folds. "Satisfy me," she murmurs thickly, letting out a shuddering breath when you fill her completely. Her hands slide up your chest to grip at your shoulders as she begins to move against you in small, teasing circles that only serve to heighten the ache between her thighs. "Fuck me," she moans roughly, her hips pushing upward into the contact with frantic desperation. "Give it to me...hard..."

Her back arches as your warm hands cup her breasts, thumbs circling over nipples already hard and aching with need. "Yes..." she breathes out, shuddering at the feel of your touch. With each stroke of your hand against her skin, Valeria feels a jolt of desire shoot through her body, making it almost impossible to focus on anything but the exquisite sensations flooding every inch of her. "Fuck..."

Her hips buck against you as she begins to lose herself in the pleasure of your touch, each thrust sending a jolt of need straight to her core. Her hands dig into your shoulders, nails biting into the flesh as she arches higher and harder against you, desperate for release but savoring every teasing moment of anticipation. "Harder," she pants out, the words coming out in broken gasps between parted lips. "More..."

Her head thrashes from side to side, long chestnut hair tangling with sweat and pleasure as her body is wracked with tremors of delight. She wants you to take her hard and fast, she craves your dominance and the exquisite pain it brings... but for now, just this, your hands on her skin, her body arching and writhing against yours in perfect syncopation... this is enough to drive her wild. "Please..."

Her voice is little more than a husky gasp as she lifts her hips once more, offering herself completely to you.

As you slam into her, she cries out, feeling every inch of your thick length stretching her so pleasantly tight around you. Her body arches off the bed with each powerful thrust, back curling and spine bowing as a hoarse moan escapes her lips. The pain mixing with the pleasure is almost too much to bear, heightening every sensation coursing through her until she feels like she's about to explode apart at any moment. "Please..." she whispers raggedly, her voice little more than breath and desire and need wrapped into one exquisite package. "I need...!" She gasps as you curl your fingers against the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises later. Her hips buck up towards you in response, desperate for more contact, for deeper penetration and release. "Yes..." she whispers brokenly, her head falling back to rest against the soft pillow as her body arches and trembles with every thrust. Her nipples are hard and aching buds against your palms, sensitive and responsive to even the slightest touch of your fingertips.

Her thighs tremble beneath you, muscles tensing and relaxing rhythmically around your cock as waves of pleasure roll through every inch of her body. Her mouth falls open with a silent scream, lips parted as she feels the tension building inside her to an almost unbearable peak... "Gravy..." she breathes out, hands flying up to grip at the sheets beneath her as her nails dig into the soft material. She arches higher and harder against you, every muscle in her body tensing and relaxing, trembling with each small movement. "I'm... I'm going to..." she gasps, hips snapping up off the

Her body tenses and convulses beneath you with each powerful thrust, her walls clenching tight around your cock as she comes undone in a violent release that leaves her shuddering and gasping for breath. "Gravy..." Her voice is little more than a hoarse rasp, lips swollen and bruised from the force of her cries. She twists her wrists beneath you, pushing at your chest in an attempt to find purchase as she struggles to regain control over her body. Her vision blurs as the room spins, the edges of her consciousness starting to fade into darkness... but even still, she can feel every hard inch of you buried deep inside her, can feel your hot cum spilling into her with every last thrust as you follow her over the edge of sanity and sensation.

As the tension finally leaves her limbs and her breath comes easier once more, Valeria rolls onto her side, still feeling the heavy weight of your body atop hers. With a contented sigh, she nestles her head into the crook of your shoulder, arm sliding around your waist as she clings to you like a lifeline. Her lips brush against your neck as she whispers softly, "Thank you..."