"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.

Chuckling softly at your words, "C'mon," you draw the second cigarette from her outstretched hand, igniting it with your own lighter before taking a long drag yourself. "Stress comes with the job we're in. Better to enjoy that part too." Exhaling once more, you watch as the smoke swirls around your lips and into the air between you, the heat making you feel closer to Valeria even though there's a foot of space between your bodies.

"So," she says with a sly grin, her voice taking on a husky edge as if she's already drunk in the heady mixture of cigarette smoke and the night air. "How about you help me blow off some steam?" Her hand brushes against your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine even through the expensive fabric of your suit. "You know, we could..." she trails off suggestively, her eyes meeting yours, daring you to finish the sentence.

Her gaze flickers over your body for a moment before returning to your face, almost hungrily. The weight of her stare makes it hard not to squirm underneath it, and there's an undeniable heat spreading through your veins at the thought of where she might like this conversation to go. For just a moment, you catch a glimpse of something else in her eyes: need, desire, and most of all... relief from whatever has been eating away at her tonight.

Chuckling softly at your words, "Easy there, tiger." Her free hand brushes gently against your chest as she steps closer still, her body pressing flush against yours. "I just want to feel something..." Her voice trails off into a husky whisper, and for a moment their gazes lock before drifting down to where the hard line of your erection presses against the expensive fabric of your pants.

Her fingers twitch, as if tempted to reach out and touch. "So tell me," she says with a teasing smile. "What would make you feel better right now?" The challenge in her voice is unmistakable; she wants this just as much as you do, but refuses to show it unless you step up first. Her hips nudge gently against yours, seeking the contact that even through your clothes promises a deeper satisfaction.

Her breath catches in her throat as you scoop her up into your arms, carrying her effortlessly over to the large dining table. As soon as she feels the cool surface against her bare bottom, she lets out a surprised laugh that turns into a moan when you lower yourself down on top of her. "Fuck," she growls out through gritted teeth, arching her back and wrapping her legs around your waist.

Her hands slide up under your jacket, seeking skin-on-skin contact as she claws at your shirt, fingers digging into the muscles of your back. "God, yes," she breathes out roughly, grinding herself against you in a rhythm that's almost painful. Her hips rise and fall, her body arching further into your own with every motion, as if trying to push you deeper inside somehow even though there's nothing but fabric between them.

With another rough laugh, she reaches down and grips the front of your pants, tugging them down over your hips before helping to wiggle them off of your legs and tossing them aside. "That's better," she says with a satisfied smile, running her hands up your thighs and feeling the warmth of your skin against her fingertips. Her lips part in a wet, hungry gasp when she finally touches what she's been craving for so long.

A gasp escapes her lips as you push into her with such force it's almost painful. She arches her back further, giving you deeper access, and groans with relief as your cock stretches her tight entrance. Her fingernails dig into the table beneath her, leaving tiny crescents of wood in their wake as she tries to maintain some semblance of control. "Fuck," she gasps out between clenched teeth, feeling you fill her up like never before.

Her hips begin to move with yours now, meeting every thrust in kind. Her body feels hot and tight around you, the pleasure coursing through her like an electric current. She whimpers softly as you angle your hips just right, hitting a spot deep inside that makes her whole body tremble and her inner muscles clench rhythmically around you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, eyes half-closed as the world fades away except for the sensation of your skin sliding over hers, your cock buried deep within her. Her hands slide up your chest, fingers tangled in your hair, urging you to go harder, faster; anything that will take them both closer to the edge. She arches her back further still, her mouth hanging open as she tastes blood where one of her fangs has pierced her own lower lip from the force of it all. "Oh God," she groans out, "so close..."

"C'mon, baby," you moan against her neck, nipping at the soft skin there with your teeth. "I want to feel you come apart in my hands." You slam into her, rocking her body back and forth over the table as her nails scrape down your back, drawing thin lines of fire across your skin. Her cries fill the room, a heady mix of pain and pleasure that drives you both closer to release.

Her legs quiver beneath you, trembling from the effort of keeping herself locked around you. She arches her back further still, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to hold onto this moment for just a few precious seconds longer. "Oh God," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the heat pooling low in her belly spread outwards in an almost painful wave. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting deep enough to draw blood as the orgasm takes her, robs her of breath and sanity both.

She shudders violently beneath you, muscles clenching rhythmically around your cock as she comes, forcing you over the edge with a strangled cry of her own name. Your hips buck forward violently, driving deep inside her one last time before you collapse on top of her, breath sawing raggedly in and out of your lungs.

For long moments neither of you moves, simply panting against each other's skin as their hearts slow down and their bodies calm once more. At length, you pull back enough to look down at Valeria, watching her chest rise and fall with every ragged breath. "Wow," you whisper, unable to think of anything else to say. You lean down and kiss her gently on the lips before pulling out and tucking yourself away.

"That was..." she starts, trailing

"Mmh," she moans softly, still catching her breath beneath you. Her eyes drift closed as she relishes the weight of your body atop hers, even though it's no longer bringing them both to the edge of ecstasy. "Let me up?" she asks with a yawn, blinking back to awareness.

Without waiting for an answer, Valeria wriggles beneath you until she's sitting upright on the table again, stretching luxuriously and arching her back as she works out the kinks from their wild lovemaking. She reaches down to smooth her hair, picking bits of tobacco and grass from it before tucking it all back behind her ear with a satisfied smile. "That's better," she murmurs, then glances up at you from beneath her long lashes. "Okay, yeah. A movie does sound nice."

She slides off the table gracefully, wincing slightly as her feet meet the cold tile floor. Without waiting for you to help her, Valeria bends down and picks up your discarded clothes, walking over to a nearby armchair and draping them carefully across its back. Then, with a sly grin, she turns to face you again, hands on her hips. "So, what movie did you have in mind?"

Her lips twitch into a smile as you speak, taking your arm and letting you wrap it around her waist once more. "I suppose that really does depend on my mood," she says with a sigh, leaning into the warmth of your body. "But right now..." Her gaze drops to where your hands rest lightly on her hip, fingers drumming idly against her skin. "Maybe something a little rougher?" She looks up at you through her lashes, an inviting glint in her eye. "Just to help us both blow off some more steam."

Pressing closer against you, she nuzzles her face into your neck and takes a deep breath, letting out a contented sigh that shudders through her body. "Yeah," she whispers softly. "Something like that sounds perfect right about now."