Valentino Twins: Stuck in Between

Chapter 2

"Did you intend to f*ck us?" Vincent Devon Valentino asked the woman, who was smiling seductively at him. Vixen Damon Valentino's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he delicately lifted the crystal glass to his lips, savoring the rich amber liquid that danced upon his tongue.

A soft chuckle escaped his throat, a sound that hinted at a secret amusement known only to him. The woman gracefully engages in a seductive dance, captivating her audience with her sensual movements.

However, despite her alluring performance, their desires remain unresponsive, as if detached from the moment. The man's virility remained unresponsive, failing to acknowledge the allure of the woman's undeniable voluptuousness.

No, their manhood remained untouched, yet it quivered with a disconcerting resemblance to a decaying vegetable. The woman, with a weariness that permeates her very being, has expended every ounce of her strength and resolve, only to find herself bereft of any discernible gain or advantage.

"F*ck!" With a surge of frustration, Vincent propelled the woman forward, his actions driven by a sense of indignation at her lack of contribution to their shared sense of masculinity. In response, Vixen's anger flared, causing her to hurl the glass she had been sipping from against the unforgiving wall.

"Out, b*tch! You are useless!" A piercing scream escaped Vixen's lips, reverberating through the air with an intensity that sent shivers down the woman's spine. The female escort lifted an eyebrow at what Vixen stated.

Unbeknownst to her, she impels the gentleman forward, heedless of his standing within the intricate tapestry of societal hierarchies.

"Is it my fault, you guys won't get a turn-on?" Humiliated, the woman found herself consumed by a wave of regret as she succumbed to the temptation of hurling insults at the twins.

Simultaneously, the twins cast their gaze upon the woman, their eyes brimming with malevolence. Their eyes bore into her, filled with a mixture of anger and disdain.

With a sharp tongue and a biting wit, the person proceeded to cast aspersions upon the characters of all present, save for the twins, whose masculinity was spared from the onslaught. In a rather crude manner, they insinuated that the virility of the others had waned, as their manhood had not risen to the occasion for a considerable span of five years.

This, indeed, is the embodiment of their pride. Their masculinity, like a powerful force, has the potential to penetrate deep into the sacred depths of the woman's womb, intertwining their beings in a profound and intimate connection.

It's just that they've been dry for five years because they are waiting for someone.

"Do you want to die, sl*t?" With a stern countenance, Vincent addressed the woman, his grip tightening as he firmly grasped her hair.

It's not right to phone various girls every night only to test their cocks because they don't want to. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, Vixen rose to his feet, his hands instinctively finding their way to the woman's delicate throat. He gripped tightly, his actions driven by a potent combination of rage and desperation. The air became tense.

"Don't you dare insult us on our own turf; you're nothing in comparison to us," Vixen said.

With a heart devoid of empathy, he tightened his grip around the delicate neck of the woman, his fingers constricting like a vice. The woman's eyes grew wide with alarm as she desperately attempted to extricate herself from Vixen's firm grasp. Alas, her feeble efforts were in vain, for the man's formidable strength rendered her attempts futile.

"Don't you understand why you can't make our cocks' salute, b*tch?" In a hushed tone, Vincent inquired about the figure lurking behind the woman, his voice carrying an eerie quality akin to that of a malevolent entity's whisper. With a swift and forceful motion, he grasped a handful of the woman's lustrous locks, eliciting a sharp cry of agony to escape her lips.