His Contracted Temptation; Velvet Lies

LET ME FALL

VALERIA

Fucked up.

It's always been like this. Things get good, then bad. Every damn time. A f****d up carnival with a looney at the wheel. And each time I walk out stronger, fiercer... at least that's what I tell myself—with a smile plastered on like a mask.

I shut the door and rest my forehead against it for one long, shaking breath.

"Breathe in." I inhale deeply. "Breathe out. Don't let them see your weakness."

Then slump into my bed about to let out a scream when my door clicks open. s**t. I forgot to lock it.

"You lost," Dante says, smirking as he rubs his palms together. "How does that feel, Valeria?"

"Well, I was kind of looking forward to it, so I don't really mind." I shrug, pulling myself up. A flicker of amusement lights his eyes, lips curling in that slow, wicked smirk.

I cross my arms, raising my chin. "Lemme guess... you cheated?"

Dante shrugs, as casual as ever, closing the distance.

"Me?" He taps his chest, all fake innocence. "All I did was add a little spice to your meal."

"Mhmm," I nod. "I knew something was off. That was cheating, by the way."

"You didn't mention anything about playing fair." Dante moves closer; his cologne hits me first—rich, dark, impossible to ignore. Then his hands are on me. He grabs my ass, pulling me flush against him.

"And I, Bellissima," he murmurs, "don't play fair."

"You still cheated," I whisper, the words barely audible. Warm hands slide under my shirt, his thumbs drawing lazy circles along my ribs like he's memorizing the lines of my body.

"Tell me about it," Dante breathes, teeth grazing the shell of my ear.

A shiver rolls through me. I press my palms to his chest, lashes fluttering slowly, and he catches my chin, tilting my face up. His lips crash onto mine—hungry and hard—no hesitation, no softness. Just pure hunger. His tongue pushes past mine, searching, dark cherry and vanilla flooding my senses as his tongue claims mine. I fist a hand in his hair, pulling him deeper, matching him. His other hand slides to my back; with one practiced flick, my bra comes undone, cool air hardening my n*****s.

Dante cups my breasts in his hands, kneading my n*****s with his thumb, and I let out a throaty gasp, arching into his touch, eager to feel every f*****g inch of his f*****g body against mine. His grip tightens, squeezing my breasts so hard, pain shoots through my chest—sharp yet pleasurable—eliciting a loud yelp as warm heat pools in my stomach, flooding down my thighs.

"Dan—" my moan dies as his lips swallow it. His hands wrap tight around my wrists as he pulls me closer.

"f**k! I like it when you call my name," he murmurs, breath hot against my ear as he kisses a trail down my collarbones. My thighs press closer, and I shut my eyes, nails digging into his shoulders.

Dante raises my hands, pinning them above my head with one swift move. Green eyes dark with predatory hunger stare back at me, causing my breath to hitch. My p***y clenches, warm slickness soaking into my panties. I let out a shaky exhale, ragged and heavy, that fills the air, both of us locked in an erotic staring contest. Dante's eyes lower to my lips, one hand threading slowly through my hair, the other caressing my swollen lips.

Dante backs me to the wall, my back slamming with a soft thud. His free hand slides down my stomach, leaving a trail of heat in its absence. He snags at my waistband, yanking my zip down. My pants come off next, laying bunched at my ankle, and he lowers my panties, sliding two fingers between my folds. My body arches further, a silent moan slipping past my lips as his fingers thrust in and out, each stroke stealing another sound from my throat. I grind my hips against him, coaxing a throaty moan from him.

"f**k, Valeria," Dante growls, pulling my jeans off completely. He lifts my legs, wrapping them around his waist, and just when I think I'm about to lose my mind, his thrusts slow down, index circling my c**t in slow, torturous circles, teasing me.

"You're so wet, f*****g wet," he murmurs, gravelly, full of need. A small cry rips through my throat. I grind against him, chasing pressure, but his touch only grows lighter, and my p***y clenches tighter around nothing, craving him.

"Just do it already, stop being a tease," I croak, slapping his chest. Hooded eyes meet mine; Dante chuckles darkly, then pulls away.

"Don't be a brat, Bellissima," he says flatly. "Say please."

"Great. We're doing it your way," I murmur, nails digging into his shoulders. I swear I don't know what type of magic trick he does with his hands, but my hips won't stop moving; the absence of his touch has set my p***y on some kind of s****l fire. I gulp hard, blinking fast.

Long fingers tangle in my hair, pressing into the back of my skull as Dante's mouth traces the curve of my neck down to my chest, silencing my thoughts. His lips clamp over my areola, sucking on my n*****s greedily, tracing stiffened peaks with every swipe. The walls of my p***y clench, then loosen, a wave of pressure crashing over me. I bite my lips, stifling a moan when Dante bites at my n*****s. Hard.

Holy s**t.

I throw my head back. "Please, Dante, just f**k me already," I whisper. "I'll say please a million times, just don't stop, please," the words leave my mouth, impulsive and needy.

"Good girl," Dante groans. He rips off my panties in a single yank, tossing them away. A spank follows; sharp and stinging, causing me to writhe against the wall. I feel his hard length stiffen against me, twitching with every gasp that escapes my throat. His erection rubs against my soaking folds, and a shiver runs through me.

"Eyes on me, Bellissima," Dante orders, tilting my head slightly to meet his gaze. "Are you okay?" he asks. I nod.

His hands grip my waist, placing me firmly against the wall. One hand cradles my neck, the other presses tight around my stomach, anchoring me in place. I hook my ankles around his neck, arching further. Dante's breath is hot against my neck, lips brushing my collarbone as he groans low and deep, pressing his hardness to me until I can’t take it any longer.

With a growl, his hand tightens around my waist, and in one fluid motion, he thrusts into me. f**k. My cry dies in my throat as he thrusts into me again, deeper. Each stroke sends a wave of heat and ecstasy through my body. I can feel him, all of his hard, thick length filling me completely, stretching me. My walls clamp around him, squeezing, loosening, riding each stroke with a shuddering gasp.

Every motion, every brush of skin against skin erases everything else—my thoughts, my worries, the world outside this room—there’s only him, only this, only the lust running, clouding my senses.

His hands dig into my waist, holding me impossibly close, and his hips snap forward, filling the air with the sounds of bodies slamming against each other.

My chest heaves, n*****s brushing against him with every stroke, and my legs grow weaker. Beads of sweat gather along my temples, nails digging deeper into Dante's shoulder. Swollen lips lay parted as loud moans echo through the room.

Dante lets out a low groan that vibrates through my body, and I feel it echo deep in my core. My toes curl tighter, a low tremor vibrating through me.

His thrusts pick up, faster, each one slamming into me with a force that makes my breath ragged. My legs shake, wrapping tighter around him as I cling to his shoulders, trying to hold myself up while he drags me higher.

"f**k… you feel so tight," he growls, voice low, rough, and full of hunger. His d**k twitches inside me, thick and impossibly warm, every stroke sending shockwaves through my walls. My p***y clenches around him, walls fluttering with each savage thrust.

I throw back my head, barely able to breathe, throat raw as my moans tear from me. I clutch his shoulders, knuckles white, trying to anchor myself as he plunges deeper, impossibly fast, each stroke hitting me so perfectly I forget everything else—the world, the noise, even my own damn name.

"Hold yourself for me… don’t come yet," Dante hisses, gripping my waist and adjusting me. My legs tremble, shaking around him, knees buckling, and I know I’m seconds from cumming.

"Now."

I let out a gasp, a scream tearing from my lungs. My walls grow tighter, fluttering around his length, squeezing, pulsing in waves, warm and slick. The heat of my release spreads over my thighs, slick and sticky, and Dante follows, a loud groan escaping him as he spills inside me, thick, hot, sticky release coating my walls. His hips jerk wildly, driving us both through the peak. We collapse together, trembling and drenched in sweat.

I cling to him, unable to move, entirely sated yet vibrating with aftershocks, every inch of me alive, still shaking from the intensity. Dante holds me close, and for a few moments, the world ceases to exist. There is only us, bodies slick, hearts racing, the memory of pleasure flooding every vein.