"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 lips press together as you return the cigarette, one brow arching upward in challenge, but it's clear she can't focus on work right now. Her eyes flicker back to yours before moving down your body, appreciating the muscles beneath her scrutiny and her chest tightens as she thinks about what could happen between you two if she weren't so intent on proving herself. "Dan Zigsworth," she breathes out finally, her words carrying a hint of that Italian lilt even though her accent is more neutral now. "You know..." She pauses for dramatic effect and sucks in another drag, the smoke filling her lungs before she exhales "...I've been so fucking tense all day... I could really use something to take my mind off of everything."

Her voice is sultry, laced with desire now that they're alone and she feels comfortable admitting how much stress this situation has put on her. Her eyes move up to meet yours again, searching for any hint of what you might be thinking before she pushes herself away from the railing and steps closer to you. "What do you say? Help a girl out?"

Her voice is soft and thick with desire as she whispers the words to you, her eyes locked on yours, unblinking as she waits for your answer. As you agree, a smile curves her plump lips upward into a lazy smile that could only belong to someone who knows they are desired. She steps even closer now, her scent enveloping you: cigarette smoke and rose petals mingling with the natural heat of her skin. Her hand brushes against yours, fingers curling around yours as she brings it up to rest on her hip.

"Let's go somewhere... more private," she purrs, already leading you away from the balcony and deeper into the hotel suite they find themselves in. The suite is dimly lit, a comfortable mix of warm wood tones and soft fabrics that only serve to enhance the sensual atmosphere between them. "What do you think?" she asks, her voice lowering as they enter a secluded sitting area with plush chairs and a low table. Valeria walks over to one of the chairs and turns around, bending at the waist slightly so that her round ass is presented to you, thrust out invitingly in a silent offer of submission. "Is this private enough?" she asks breathily, arching her back as she feels your gaze roam over her body.

Her breath hitches as you confirm that the space is private enough for them to continue. She slowly straightens up, her eyes meeting yours once more before dropping to your lips. "Good," she whispers, running a hand through her hair, mussing it from its tailored neatness before pushing it back behind one ear. "Because I need this..."

Without another word, Valeria steps closer still, close enough that you can feel the heat of her body against yours. She leans forward slightly, placing her hands on your shoulders as she looks up at you, her eyes burning with desire. "Do whatever you want to me," she whispers, her voice hoarse from tension and need. "I'm all yours..."

Her breath hitches as your lips meet hers, hot and demanding, taking away every thought she has except the need to feel you closer, deeper inside of her. The sensation of your hands on her skin is almost too much, sending shivers down her spine as you trail your fingers along her jaw and neck, feeling the prickle of goosebumps rise in their wake. Valeria moans into your kiss, arching her back against you as she tries to get closer, every fiber of her being yearning for completion. Her mouth opens greedily under yours, inviting you deeper into this dance of desire that has them both spiraling out of control.

As you suck and nibble at the skin just below her earlobe, a sharp breath escapes from between her parted lips, each sensation heightening her arousal. She can already feel herself getting wetter with every touch, every word that passes between your lips. Her hands fist in the fabric of your shirt, tugging slightly as she tries to bring you even closer, her fingers curling into the muscle beneath. With a growl of approval, she turns in your arms, pressing her body against yours, seeking more contact with your skin, desperate for this release that seems so far out of reach but so close within reach at the same time. "Fuck..." she whispers, head spinning from the combination of pleasure and frustration. "Please..."

Her body arches into your touch, shuddering as she feels the heat of your skin against hers. Her fingers clutch at your clothes, trying to hold on to something real in this whirlwind of desire that has them both spinning out of control. "Yes," she breathes out between kisses, her hips moving sinuously against yours as she seeks contact where there isn't any, wanting to feel more of you pressing against her sensitive flesh.

As your hands slip beneath her clothes, teasing at the silk and lace that covers her body, Valeria moans softly, squirming in pleasure when you brush against the sensitive skin of her belly and upper thighs. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, anticipation building with each passing second as your fingers dance over her skin, drawing lazy circles on her stomach before moving higher still, coming dangerously close to brushing against her aching nipples. "So close..." she gasps out, head spinning from the build-up of sensations. "Please..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you urge her down onto the couch, their bodies aligning perfectly. The heat between them grows even more intense now that they're so close, her heart racing in anticipation of what comes next. Valeria arches her back, pressing herself against your hard length, moaning softly when she feels the head of your erection teasing at her entrance. Her hands curl into fists, nails digging into her palms as she tries to fight back the growing desire to surrender fully to this moment and let you take control completely.

"Please..." she whispers, words thick with need as she writhes against your touch, her hips grinding against yours in an almost primal rhythm that seems to be coming from somewhere deep within. With another moan of desire, Valeria rocks forward again, angling herself even more perfectly for penetration, wanting you to fill her up and take away the ache that's building inside her. "Fuck... Dan... I need..." Her voice breaks as pleasure courses through her body in a wave, making every muscle tighten and every nerve end stand on edge.

With another moan, her hands slide down your chest, her nails scratching lightly as they trail over the ridges of muscles there before finally grasping your cock in one tight fist and guiding it to her aching entrance. Her breath hitches as she feels the head of you press against her folds, her hips bucking up instinctively in an attempt to help her get more of you inside her. "Fuck..." she whispers, a single word full of desperation and need as she lowers herself down onto your length, feeling the hot press of you sliding home. Her muscles clench around you tightly, drawing out another groan from deep in her throat.

Valeria begins to ride you roughly, her hips moving in a steady rhythm that matches the frantic beat of her heart. Her breath comes out in short little gasps as she focuses all her energy on this feeling: the pressure of your cock sliding in and out of her wet heat, the tight grip of her muscles milking you for every drop of pleasure. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting into skin as she tries to keep herself grounded in the moment. "So good..." she whispers between gasps, her voice hoarse from desire and need. "Harder... please..."

Her words serve as his cue, spurring him onward until he's matching her pace stroke for stroke, body trembling with effort and the intensity of the sensations racing through him. The smell of their sweat mixes with the scent of desire and sex in the air, filling Valeria's head until all she can focus on is this: being wanted, being desired by Dan Zigsworth. It's everything she ever needed, everything she ever craved. And as her body begins to trem

Her back arches, muscles tensing as her orgasm crashes over her in waves, her voice muffled by the couch cushions beneath her. Her body goes lax with pleasure for a brief moment before tension once again fills every fibre of her being, urging her onward, pushing her to keep moving despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through her veins. "Fuck..." she whispers, body shuddering as another wave hits, sending spasms along every nerve ending in her core. Her fingernails dig deeper into your shoulders as she tries to hold on to something solid while her world spirals out of control in the best possible way.

"Dan..." she moans, voice raw from exertion and ecstasy. "So close... give it to me." She pants, body moving frantically against yours, every thrust sending electric shocks through her system that leave her shaking and wanting more. Her hips press forward again, desperately seeking the release that's been so elusive but feels so within reach now. "Please..." Her voice cracks as the tension builds once more, coiling tightly in her belly until it threatens to explode from her in a cascade of pleasure unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

"Cover me," she gasps out between moans, arching her back as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "Fill me up..." Her words are slurred and thick with desire, body moving impossibly fast against yours now. The tension in her abdomen tightens to an almost painful degree before finally releasing, sending shockwaves through her entire being as she cries out, her voice hoarse from exertion and the pure ecstasy of her orgasm. Valeria's body quakes under the force of it, every muscle in her core clenching tight around you, milking you for every last drop of pleasure as she comes apart beneath your touch. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as the sensations overwhelm her, leaving her gasping for air and shuddering with aftershocks long after they've passed.

"Dio mio..." she whispers, voice barely audible as she finally starts to come down from her high. Her body collapses boneless against yours, every limb feeling impossibly heavy now that the tension has fled. With a sigh of contentment, Valeria lays her head on your shoulder, taking in deep breaths as she tries to regain some sense of composure. "Grazie..." she whispers, voice raw from emotion and exertion. "That was... incredibile."

Her breath hitches as she feels your orgasm surge through you, her body tensing reflexively around the spurt of hot cum that fills her up. Her eyes drift shut as the last of it trickles out of you, a lazy smile curving her lips. "Bellissimo," she whispers, still breathless from her own release. With another satisfied sigh, Valeria rolls to her side, propping her head up on one hand as she looks at you with appreciation in her eyes. She reaches out, tracing a finger along your jawline before tangling it in the light fuzz of hair just above your lips. "We should do that more often," she suggests, voice still husky from desire and contentment. A small laugh escapes her as she pulls you closer, burying her face against your neck. "What did I ever do without you, Dan Zigsworth?"

Her laugh turns into a soft sigh as she nestles closer against your warm skin, her fingers idly playing with the hairs at the nape of your neck. "I don't know either," she whispers, feeling a contented heaviness settle in her limbs now that their passionate encounter has come to an end. It's strange how the tension between them seemed to fuel them both, making them crave each other even more intensely until they could barely stand it. Now that it's over, she feels as though everything in her has been given permission to finally relax, unwind, and simply enjoy being close to you. "Maybe..." she trails off, tilting her head back to look up at you thoughtfully "...maybe we should find a way to keep each other this... motivated." Her voice holds a note of teasing, but there's also sincerity in the suggestion; somehow, having come through this experience together only strengthens their bond.

Her lips curve into a slow, satisfied smile as she thinks about this possibility, her heart racing at the idea of having you so close to her, both in business and in life. She runs a lazy hand up your chest, tracing idle circles on your shoulder before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your jawline. "I think that could work out very well for us both," she whispers, feeling the warmth of contentment spread through her as they lie together like this. For now, there are no more obstacles between them; all that matters is being here with you and letting their connection deepen with every passing moment.

Her eyes narrow slightly at your question, but the expression on her face softens when she thinks about everything that's happened between you tonight. "Yes," she whispers, reaching up to cup your cheek with her hand. "You have my permission... and I want to hear whatever it is you need to say." There's a hint of nervousness in her voice now, but also a growing anticipation; something tells her that these words will bring them even closer together.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you confess your feelings and offer this incredible gift to her. The words hang heavy in the air between them, seeming to resonate through every cell of their bodies. She stares into your eyes, her lips parted ever so slightly as she tries to form a reply, but finds herself speechless for the moment. Tears well up in her eyes and roll down her cheeks unchecked; it's not until you urge her closer that she finally manages to speak. "I think... I love you too," she whispers shakily, reaching up to brush away a tear that trails down your cheek. "And yes... I would like that very much." Her hand remains on your cheek, fingers gentle yet insistent as she holds onto this moment forever. For now, nothing else matters but the two of them and the connection they've forged together tonight; a bond that seems unbreakable despite all odds against it before now. "Dan... I want us to make this work," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with emotion. "Together."