Chapter 25: Valentina

Valentina's POV

I sat in his lap, feeling his hardness against me, the evidence of his desire impossible to ignore. My chest heaved with each breath, my body responding to his touch in ways I couldn't control. The moment stretched between us, electric and dangerous.

"Who are you fucking moaning for?" Dante growled, his voice harsh as his thumb roughly pressed against my clit.

The pressure was almost painful but exquisite, sending sharp waves of pleasure through my body. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of control, but my hips betrayed me, grinding shamelessly against his hand.

"Answer me, you little tease," he demanded, his gray eyes darkening with something dangerous as he watched me come undone. His free hand suddenly gripped my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my pulse race faster.

"You," I gasped, the admission torn from my throat. "Only you."

His lips curved into a cruel, victorious smirk. "That's fucking right, kitten. Don't you ever forget it."

He removed his hand suddenly, leaving me aching and empty. Before I could protest, he flipped our positions, my back hitting the mattress with a soft thud. He loomed over me, powerful and imposing, his tattooed arms caging me beneath him.

"I've fucking waited too long for this," he growled, his gaze trailing over my body with predatory hunger. "Time to show you who you really belong to."

His hands found the hem of my top, not bothering with gentleness as he ripped it upward. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as buttons popped off. I gasped, half in shock and half in arousal as he exposed my stomach, then higher. He didn't wait for my permission, simply tearing the garment from my body. The cool air kissed my skin, my nipples hardening beneath my bra. Dante's eyes darkened as he took in the sight, his jaw clenching with barely restrained violence.

"Look at those tits," he said, his voice dropping to a rough growl that sent violent shivers down my spine. He roughly grabbed my breast through the bra, squeezing hard enough to make me cry out.

He didn't bother unhooking my bra—he simply ripped it apart with his strong hands, the delicate fabric tearing easily under his assault. I gasped at the violent display of strength, my nipples hardening further in the cool air. I should have felt violated, exposed, but all I felt was a perverse thrill—the dark excitement of being completely at his mercy.

His mouth crashed against mine in a punishing kiss.

"Get these fucking clothes off," I demanded against his lips, my voice unrecognizable with lust.

He pulled back just long enough to tear his shirt from his body, buttons flying across the room as he revealed the taut muscles and dark, intricate tattoos that covered his chest and arms. I'd glimpsed them before, but seeing them up close, marked with the scratches I'd left, made something primal awaken in me. My fingers traced the welts I'd created, feeling the heat of his skin, the thundering beat of his heart beneath my trembling palm.

His hand slammed up my thigh with bruising force, shoving my skirt violently upward until it bunched around my waist. He gripped the thin fabric of my panties and tore them clean off my body with a savage grunt.

There was no fucking going back now.

Dante's hand moved roughly between my legs, finding me embarrassingly wet. "Look how fucking soaked you are for your brother," he snarled, shoving two fingers inside me without warning. The sudden intrusion made me cry out, my body stretching painfully to accommodate him. He added a third finger immediately, the burn of the stretch making tears spring to my eyes. His thumb pressed brutally against my clit, circling in harsh patterns that had me writhing beneath him.

"Look at your slutty little pussy," he growled, his voice thick with savage desire. "Taking my fingers so well. Can't wait to see it stretched around my cock."

I couldn't form words, could only whimper pathetically as his fingers curled inside me, finding the spot that made violent shocks of pleasure tear through my body. He slapped my inner thigh hard, the stinging pain somehow intensifying the pleasure. I was close, so close—

And then he withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving me empty and desperate. A frustrated sob escaped my throat as he brought his wet fingers to my face, smearing my own arousal across my cheek.

"You don't get to come until I say so," he said coldly. "Understand?"

I sobbed in desperate protest, but the sound died in my throat as I watched him unbuckle his belt with a metallic hiss. For a moment, he held the leather strap in his hands, a dangerous gleam in his eyes that made me wonder if he planned to use it on me. Instead, he cast it aside and yanked his jeans down roughly, followed by his boxers, and I couldn't help but stare in shock.

His cock was massive—intimidatingly thick and long, already rock-hard and throbbing with angry veins. The sight of it made my mouth go dry and my pussy clench in both fear and desperate need. There was no way that monster would fit inside me without pain.

"Get on your fucking knees," he commanded, his voice like gravel. "Now."

The sheer dominance in his tone sent a flood of wetness between my legs. I scrambled off the bed and dropped to my knees before him, looking up to find his eyes burning with sadistic desire. He grabbed my face harshly, his fingers digging into my cheeks hard enough to bruise. His thumb forced its way between my lips, pressing down on my tongue.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice cold and demanding.

I parted my lips obediently, and he immediately shoved his cock toward my mouth, the thick head slamming against my lips. Without warning, he thrust forward, forcing several inches into my mouth at once, making me choke and gag instantly.

I tried desperately, but he was too big. I'd barely taken a third of his length when my gag reflex triggered violently. I tried to pull back, choking and sputtering, tears streaming down my face, but his hand suddenly tangled painfully in my hair, yanking me forward with brutal force.

"I didn't fucking say you could stop," he snarled, his grip tightening painfully enough to rip strands from my scalp. "Try again. And do better this time."

This time, he completely controlled the pace, showing no mercy as he rammed his cock deeper into my mouth. My throat convulsed painfully as I gagged, but instead of backing off, he shoved in deeper, holding me firmly in place as I choked around his thickness.

"Breathe through your fucking nose," he commanded.

I tried desperately to follow his direction, but panic exploded in my chest as I couldn't breathe at all. Tears blurred my vision and snot ran from my nose as I frantically pushed against his thighs, gagging violently. After what felt like an eternity, he finally allowed me to pull back, a thick string of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock as I desperately gulped air into my burning lungs.

"Pathetic," he spat, not a hint of concern in his cruel expression. "Can't even take your brother's cock properly."

Though my throat burned and tears streamed down my face, I shook my head, desperate to please him despite the humiliation. "I can do it," I croaked, my voice wrecked. "Please let me try again."

His lips curved into a sadistic smile. "Such a desperate little slut for your brother's cock, aren't you?"

He grabbed my hair again, and shoved his cock back into my mouth.

My lips swollen and raw, a mixture of saliva and precum dripping from my chin. I looked up, confused and dazed, only to see something dark and violently possessive in his gaze.

"Think about what you said to me." He hauled me to my feet by my hair, "If your mouth can't speak,it can do something else. I'll teach you manners and show you who's in control in this relationship."