Demionos Mortales De la Mafia- Part 1

Part 1: Heat of the moment

Val's P.O.V.

Dante carries me to the room, entering it roughly and throwing me into the black sheeted bed. I scream at his action in pure shock.

"Hey, what was that for?" I shout, him now hovering over my body.

"That was for going out drinking and getting bruises on your head and arms and also for stealing my Porsche spyder driving away, so my men had to chase you; three of them have sprained arms," he said breathlessly. Oh Shit. My breathing increases; what is he going to do.

"So I think you need to be punished? What do you think? Miss Alverez," he says with a smirk, his eyes gleaming. He's playing with me, and I'm falling. Game On. I sigh deeply, remaining in character.

"Oh, Mr Lombardi, any punishment you give can't be that..." I look up and down his figure

".... hard?" I say, his breathing hitching.

"I'll just do it again... and..." I slather my hands up his arms to his shoulders.

"Again..... and again", I whisper, my hands reaching his neck, and I pull him down. Breathing deeply in a seductive manner.

"But I would like to see you try", I whisper in his ear. His breathing was uneven and animal-like.

"You've tested me; you better prepare yourself. Valentina," he said before flipping me over on my stomach and slapping my ass. I wince in pain, but he rubs it with his palm making it feel better. Until he hits me again, and it's not so much pain but pleasure.

"I do hope that it doesn't happen again, miss Alverez?" He says between another slap.

"N-no...." slap "Promises" an animalistic growl feathered through the room as he slapped me again. Burning sensations coursed through my backside; I just knew there's going to be red marks.

"Sorry, didn't get that? Why did you say?" Dante growls. Now squishing my ass, adding more pain but pleasurable, I push down the urge to moan but fail as it slips out. Dante notices flipping me back over, so my back is against the bed. He looked into my eyes.

"It won't happen again? Will it?" He said. Now kissing down my jaw and to my neck. I breathe heavily, and I wrap my legs around his torso.

"Val?" Dante whispers, biting down on my ear lobe, and I moan. What was the question?

"N-noo", I moan. God, Val, get it together.

"Say that for me again, Amore. What will you not do?" Dante says he knows I can't handle it now.

"I won't do it again!" I moan as his hand slivers up my top and grabs my breast. Oh, Dios!

"Good girl", he breathes out, kissing me roughly on the lips. I comply and kiss him back with such force and wanting. The kiss became rough and passionate; We wanted this. We needed this. He pulls me up, so he can sit on the bed, and I straddle him. Still kissing me, he removes my thin t-shirt over my head and throws it behind him on the bed. He growled as he pulled away to look at my body. I snake my hands into his hair and down his chest feeling his 6 pack. Our breaths even at a fast pace. I begin unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his jaw and down his neck while doing so. Until he stops me.

"Val?" He whispers, taking my hands in his. I look up at him, confusion in my eyes. Did I do something wrong? Did he not want this?

"I don't want you to do this in the heat of the moment; I want you to be sure. I won't hurt you, but I still want this on your terms," he continued; he was right. A peck here and there and steamy moments was all I used to be able to cope with, with him anyway. But this feels right? Or was it because of the "heat of the moment"? I look up at him; my eyes are glossy with tears that threaten to stream down. Does he not want this.