1: Moment Of Collision

Valentina's Pov

"Beautiful, dangerous, innocent. That's exactly what I want." His tone lowered like stone dipped in water. His voice wrapped around me like a cloak.

He wrapped a hand around my neck before yanking me closer to him. His hot breath sent thrills through my body.

His grip got tighter as the string I was wearing was doing very little to cover me up. 

My chest heaved and I knew he liked it.

"She's one of our best strippers boss. You can have her for as long as you want. My hand tried to release the grip he had on his neck.

He looked down, with a very dangerous smirk on his face. I shrunk under his gaze.

"I...I have to perform soon. I'm...I'm next..." I stuttered while he leaned in closer.

"Oh no sweetheart, you're serving me tonight." I yelped when he lifted me so I was hung over his shoulder.

"Mr Russo." I struggled against him. "Please let me go. If you don't I might lose my job." I complained. I heard a loud smack that stilled me. "You just..."

"Behave."  He warned. Then we entered a room with him staring at me with hungry eyes.

"Mr. Russo, I signed a no sexual agreement. I  believe it's against the rules to sleep with me." I said, but he took both my hands and placed them above my head before he leaned in closer.

"And your father, signed a marriage contract for you." He said causing my eyes t widen.

"He would never." I growled.

"Don't you dare growl at me." His tone lowered to a forboding one. "If you want to know the truth, you can ask him."

"How do you know my father?" I asked while he chuckled, the sound of it so pleasing to me.

He caressed my thighs. "I know so many things about you." He leaned closer before whispering. "Valentina Alexia Baldini, daughter of Giovanni Ricco Baldini, age nineteen, school attendance history, drop out. Your father knows you're a stripper and wants you married so you can stop."

"Are you stalking me?" I asked with annoyance. 

"I'll advise you don't give me that look. I'm not a very kind man sweetheart." I said.

"Tell my father that he can fuck off with the stupid contract. I never asked for marriage!" I screamed.

He chuckled humorlessly. "You speak as though he don't know the type of world you live in." His grip on my hand tightened. "And I'm getting impatient here." He said and while I wanted to break away from him, I realized that was a terrible idea because I had a terrible pain shoot up my arm."

"Fuck." I cussed out of pain. 

"Look at me." He stated but I was too occupied with getting away from him. Then he pressed me against the bed so I could feel every inch of him. My eyes widened. "Your escape plan is making it worse." He growled out obviously struggling to old himself.

"Please... please let me go." I said,hoping my features looked pleading enough. His eyes lingered on mine for a moment to long , before he straightened.

"Strip." He said causing my eyes to widen.

"What?" 

"Don't make me repeat myself." He growled. 

I was barely clothed already but I was hesitant. I was usually so confident in front of men but today I felt different.

"I won't hesitate to do it for you." He stated impatiently. Hesitantly, I took of my g-string, before taking off the strings attached to my chest. It barely covered it anyway.

He closed the gap between us, before gripping my ass and giving it a squeeze. He looked down at me while making sure I felt his manhood. 

My cheeks flushed as heat crept to my face.

"For someone who's a stripper, you don't seem to have had a lot of experiences with men." He said before leaning down and whispering. "I like that, cause you're my whore."

"I don't belong to you." I blurted trying to shield my fear. "I belong to know one." He gripped my neck.

"Let me tell you this so you can keep it in your stubborn head. I own this place, just as much as I own every single woman working under me." He stated.

"W...why did you not go for another woman? Why me?" I stuttered.

"You see Sabrina," He tore the lace clinging to my belly causing me to gasp. "I know what I want, and I go, for what I want." His hand found my pussy. Fuck, I didn't know how much I was aching down there till he touched me.

My chest heaved, causing his eyes to lower. He smirked when he noticed how affected I was.

I gasped when his thumb entered me a little before pulling out again. He did the same thing and I could tell he was teasing me.

"Didn't you act like you didn't want me seconds ago? Care to explain why you're so wet then. I can literally hear the sound of you wet pussy and I'm not even doing much." He said like he was being innocent.

He was doing fucking too much, arousing me and then teasing? He wasn't being fair. I squirmed against him.

"Still won't say anything?" He squeezed my nipple, causing me to arch my back.

"Mr. Russo." I whimpered.

"So now you know my name." His voice sent thrills down my spine. It was so heavy and smooth. 

"Mr. Russo this is wrong." I repeated.

"As wrong as your boyfriend cheating with your step sister?" 

My eyes snapped open. 

"What the fuck..." 

He stuck another finger into me before I could complete the statement. I let out a strangled moan. That was so unexpected.

"Don't act like you're all that innocent, you're a stripper." He reminded me, as he stroked me with his fingers. My jaw dropped out of pleasure.

"I've never given myself out to any man and he knows that." I managed to say even though I was becoming a moaning mess.

He played with me a little before twisting his finger inside me.

"Ahhh. Oh my gosh." I exclaimed, my legs shaking.

"What do you call a woman, at the mercy of another man who wishes to fuck her senseless?" He asked causing me to worry. "No joke, he has a finger in her."

"You don't have to be so fucking blunt." I said, trying to pull away, but with his stronger strength, he pinned me down and made me look at him in the eyes.

They were striking blue, and dark. One could tell there were so many mysteries clouded in those eyes.

"Why are you feeling guilty?" His question that really made my heart skip. 

"I don't feel guilty, I just don't believe he would do such a thing." I said.

"It's pointless talking about it then." He went lower before kissing me right above my cunt.

"Wha...what are you doing?" I asked, breathless. Then threw my head back as he rubbed my twitching cunt.

"You're innocent." He smirked and before I could speak, closed his mouth on my pussy.

"Oh my gosh, we just met." I said moaning through words.

"I've known you for eleven years sweetheart." He continued, twisting his tongue against me.

My hips unintentional bucked as I didn't have the time to register what he said. His kissing sounds filled the room.

"Ohhh, fuucck." I shuddered.

"Your boyfriend never made you feel this good? He sounds lame to me." 

"He always asked I just never gave it to him." I said.

"Why me then?" He asked.

"You're stubborn." I growled and he chuckled against me. "Fuck fuck fuck, I'm close, ohhh." My legs trembled more and just when I was at the peek, he let go. "What the hell?"

"Watch you fucking words sweetheart, or I'd have you mouth fucking my dick next." He warned, shutting me up. 

I wondered how huge his dick was though. 

With what I felt, it was damn huger than my boyfriend's...what the hell was I thinking?

I kept squirming for release. My brows scrunched.

"You look so cute in this position." He said.

"Please..." I bit my lip. "Please Mr. Russo."

"You're my stripper as from today. Repeat it." He said.

With the ache I was in, I didn't give a fuck what I said.

"I'm your stripper as from today." I repeated, breathless.

"That's right sweetheart. I own you." He said before penetrating three fingers into me.

"Ahhh." I screamed, arching. Then he pulled a finger out, before adding his tongue. 

My eyes rolled behind my head. I couldn't stop myself from bucking my hips. My hand gripped his hair, the pleasure shooting thoroughly to every angle of my body.

"Mr..." I trailed off, my jaw dropping as he increased the intensity. "Don't...stop, please." I begged. I begged? I was so fucked. But I really didn't care because I was getting closer to my release. "I need to cum." I whimpered.

"And?"

"Please... please let me cum."

I heard him smirk. "Good girl." With one last thrust of his finger I cummed into his mouth.

I was too tired to gasp, but I sure as hell knew he gulped all that, from me?

Then be leaned down and kissed my lips so I could taste myself.

"You did good, sweetheart." 

Breathing heavily, the last thing I remembered was a blurry figure walking away before darkness overwhelmed me.