My Soft Boy

Chapter 7

**Mature themes ahead**

Dante

Maybe I was going crazy? Why was she all of a sudden breath taking when I look at her my heart beats faster my breath stops and I can't put my finger to it. I've never felt this before. For me women were just a fuck and then they're gone. But for some reason I want to keep seeing her and looking at her taking in everything that makes me smile.

The way she moves elegantly. She was showing the utmost respect towards my mom. No bitch has ever done that. She's special. I watch her carefully, her lips are moving but I can't hear a single thing she's saying. The smile that lights up her face while talking to my mom makes me feel warm, tingly inside. Every now and then she'd lift her head and look at me. I couldn't eat my food. I was enjoying watching her. Her scent made me full. Her body made me full.

Annoying her makes me laugh. She's too serious. Making everything even more hilarious. She occasionally looks over at her team making sure they're enjoying the dish as much as her.
She finished eating, and was looking at me.

"Dante, would you give Valentina a tour? My mama asks.

For some odd reason I'm excited to show her my house like a two year old explaining their passion for mud pies. I get up and walk past her. She gets up and walks to my mom. I silently wait for her outside. Hearing the click clack of her heels I hide myself wanting to scare her. Feeling the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of her.

She steps into the hallway and immediately puts out her hands as a defence mechanism. I snicker at her childish behaviour. She stood there waiting for something. I jump out and grab her waist. She lets out a squeal. I hold her, loving the feeling of her hips in my hands.

She pushes me to say something. I can't tell a word she's saying. Her beautiful face full of anger and annoyance makes me want to take her against the wall. Fuck. She looks at me and I feel all tingly inside. I shouldn't have this feeling but I am. I lead her around the house. Showing everything that I'm proud of. Everything that I worked hard for. I take her to my room. The last thing that I wanted to show her. She takes it in. I can't help myself as my eyes take her in the blazer she's wearing and hugs her curves beautifully.

Her hair is so smooth. I want to run my fingers through them. She turns to walk to the bathroom. I follow suit. She smiles and gives me a thumbs up. Fuck I'm hard. I walked up to her. Caging her in between the counter and myself she looks at me. Glaring at me. I feel like I'm in some trance as I lower my lips onto hers. Those beautiful plump lips. I want to taste her, feel her, hug her, hold her. Fuck her.

"The things you do to me Valentina." Fuck I said that out loud.

She looks at me with a look of longing. Our lips are barely touching. The warmth of her breath fanning my face. Until she pushes me back so hard I hit the wall behind me. She fixes her blazer and gives me her finger as she struts farther away from me.

I move quickly pulling her against my aching dick. She squirms trying to loosen herself from my grip. I feel her hand reach towards something. That is until she rubs her hand on my dick as I fall forward, her scent makes me crazy. I suck in a breath As I start grinding onto her. Grunting softly. Fuck. I move harder, faster. Throwing my head back in ecstasy as I'm about to cum.

I feel her completely still in my hands, so I let her go. It felt wrong. I knew if I kept going she would hate me even more. If I want to be pleasured then she has to as well.

She pushes me again. Saying something to me. I'm trying so hard to keep myself from throwing her onto my bed and hearing her scream my name all night. I want to feel her lips on me everywhere. But most importantly I need her consent which she hasn't given to me yet. She leaves the room with me alone and a throbbing dick.

I strip off my clothes hopping into the shower. Grabbing my dick. I pump myself slowly as I imagine her against this wall sucking me off. Taking every inch of it. Her hair wet her mascara running down her cheeks. Looking at me. She looks so good there. I throw my head back as I imagine her on her tiptoes. Kissing me as she plays with my dick. Her lips all over me just like I want. She breathes hard and fast as I touch her. I feel her soft skin underneath my finger tips igniting sparks in my imagination. She looks at me as she tugs on my hair. Praising me. Telling me things I've always wanted to hear come out of her lips.

"Fuck Valentina, I'm going to cum"

She looks back at me as she pleases me, grabbing my hair and grinding herself on my dick, faster and faster, she whispers moans beside my ear. I let out a hard grunt as I released all over my hand. I open my eyes. Letting myself breathe for a moment. I smile a genuine smile. Maybe it's time for me to tell her what I was forbidden to say to her. Either she'll hate me more than she already does. Or she'll kill me. Which I'm pretty sure she's already planning.

I find Nico downstairs on his phone typing away as he smiles down at his phone. I sit across from him. Waiting patiently. Actually watching him. He blushes every couple minutes letting me know he's talking to someone. I clear my throat. He looks up and puts down his phone.

"So who is it, lover boy?" I question whether his expression changes from stiff to relaxed.

"You know that girl Vera. Valentinas member? Yeah I asked for her number after you left. And we were just talking about how she likes dogs and lasagna, as that's what I found out a minute ago." I look over at him sensing a feeling of envy. I congratulate him as I bury these feelings down.

I turn my attention towards Nico again.

"I need to tell you something that I've been wanting to tell someone. But I was told not to. You've earned my trust. But you must swear on this mafia and on your fucking life you will not speak of it ever again." I look at him seriously.

He puts down his phone as he shows me some worrisome eyes. He nods. And I continue.

"Valentinas life has been a lie from the day that her father. Me and Valentina were amazing friends. We were best friends. As you already know the Italian mafia and the Russian mafia were already allies.

My dad died. When I was around 17 years old. I went to training camp. And after I returned, I met him once before he had left. I found out later he had died working. I grieved a lot because he was my only supporter but then Dimitri showed up and was there for me. He took me in and showed me everything there is to know about mafias.

As we worked together, Valentina was away at her training camp. So she didn't know anything about our relationship . I later found out that Dimitri had been diagnosed with cancer, leukemia to be more specific. And he had been diagnosed for a couple of years and it got worse year by year. It had gotten so bad that no treatment of chemotherapy could fix it. He was bound to die. I was there at his funeral and had been there ever since then. Valentina knows nothing about this and still thinks that I had killed her father but I was sworn on my life to tell nobody."

Nico sat there with a blank reaction as if he just saw a ghost, pale as a paper, clueless of what to say.

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Sorry for the late update yall! And seriously Drakes album... highly disappointed 😔 it's whatever tho hope u enjoyed this chapter until next time babes xoxo ur author 💋💋💋