His Sexual Demands [18+]

Seventeen| Retaliation

Third Person POV
(Sexual content warning)

Cℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 Seventeen
Retaliation!

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HEAVY PANTS COULD BE HEARD FROM ACROSS THE DE LA CRUZ RESIDENCE. VALENTINA'S hair was bundled at the top of her head in a messy bun as she rode the young business man beneath her. His hands were on her hips, while the young woman was gripping the sheets that once laid unwrinkled on her bed.

"Fucking hell, you know what you're doing," Diego spoke as he grunted, muttering a string of curses in Spanish.

Valentina smirked in victory, as she started slowing down spelling out her name while he was buried deep inside of her. A gasp left her mouth when the Spanish man thrusted his hips up.

The greek girl didn't even know the surname of the boy she currently with. She had spotted Dominic keeping a close eye on her, as if she was his prey. Diego kept sending her flirtatious looks, occasionally making seductive comments to her. She knew he'll be easier to lead away and have sex with.

Diego was young, only a couple years older than her which was not her usual taste but this was purposely to make Dominic rain with anger. To manipulate him into thinking she were no longer into older men. She wanted him to beg for her to come back to him.

The business man who was thrusting up and down, going deeper into her was appealing to the eye. His hair was dark almost black, in shiny curls. His eyes were a emerald green, and his skin was a sun-kissed tan.

He was just to young for Valentina.

Recalling the curly haired boy had spoken only moments ago, she responded, "Of course I do."

Ending with a low moan, Valentina could feel Diego's condom fill with warm continent's before he pulled out, not giving Valentina a chance to release.

Valentina sighed, again finding the reason as to why she preferred older men: they took care of you first before thinking about themselves. She shook her head at her thoughts, she was directly talking about Dominic. She couldn't remove him from her mind if she wanted too. Before she could push Diego off of her and fix her clothes, the door burst open with a man on a warpath stalking towards them.

"What the fuck–" Diego started but was cut off when a furious Dominic pulled him back and gripped him by the neck.

"Leave."

Diego frowned at the deadly command, shaking his head as if Dominic were crazy. "No. Who the fuck are you?"

"Your worst nightmare," The latter spoke sarcastically. "Now leave." Dominic began, poking him in the chest when Valentina finished for him.

"Leave, Diego. Please."

Diego's jaw dropped open at her request, and he scoffed. "You know, I only used you for sex - You have a good body and a good sexual reputation."

"I'm wearing matching underwear." Valentina replied bluntly, shooting him a grin.

Dominic chuckled in the background, shoving Diego to the door. "Enough, lover boy. Leave; it's my turn now."

Glaring at the older man, the Spanish boy picked up his clothes he had discarded rushing to pull them on while Dominic pushed him out.

Valentina watched carefully as Dominic slammed the bedroom door shut in the younger man's face. Turning to face the half naked girl, he furiously walked up to her, gripping her by the back of her neck he pulled her lips to his.

Memorised by the moment the young brunette allowed him to caress her body while he tenderly moved his lips against hers. Coming back to reality, Valentina remembered how he had treated her only days before. Pushing him away, she weakly hit his chest.

"Y—you can't just do that!" She complained, running a hand through her hair. "I hat—I strongly dislike you at this moment. Get. Out. Also really? 'It's my turn now' thank you for making me sound like a prostitute!"

"No." Dominic said simply, pulling her closer by the waist. "What am I supposed to do to make you believe that I'm sorry?"

"Nothing, Dominic. But you can leave me alone; l'd appreciate that."

"Not happening." His lips curved with a knowing smirk, and he took his phone out of his pocket. "You know what? I'm calling your father. He can know about the two of us. I don't care."

She balked, frowning as he dialled something on his phone. "Excuse me? What the hell are you doing?"

"Calling your father. I'm telling him about the two of us. Maybe that can make you see how serious I am about us. He can either approve or disapprove; I don't care. You're mine."

Valentina panicked and snatched the phone out of his hand, pulling his wrist away with the other hand. "Stop!"

Dominic stared at her hand wrapped around his wrist in question, and looked back up to stare at her face. She didn't realise and just continued to watch him, noting the dark rings under his eyes, and at the way his usually bright eyes were so dull.

It was so silent, you could hear a pin drop, until Valentina pulled away, clearing her throat, breaking the trance. "Okay, fine. I believe you."

Dominic smiled in victory. "No man, no father and certainly no boy you fuck will stop you from being mine."

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