Valentino

Obsession.

Something valentino found himself consumed by when it came to her.

It started out as hatred. Anger even, when the woman was hired to kill him. Came closer than anybody else ever had. The reason he survived? The person who hired her told her to back off last minute. Causing her to begrudgingly let him go.

Then that hatred turned into interest, as he began seeing her around more. News about her killing over powered people being broadcasted throughout hell.

That interest soon blossomed into something.. More, as he met her face to face again. After that meeting, he started keeping personal tabs on the woman.

Somehow found out her few socials, and began contacting her from those. None stop. And for months, although she made it clear she hated him, they would spend time together. And, more importantly, for months hed try to convince her to fuck him.

She finally caved.

RIPPP!

The sound of panties tearing echoed throughout his room.

She was beginning to regret agreeing to this. Ropes tied around her wrists and ankles, said ropes were also tied to the luxurious bed. She could feel them beginning to rub her skin raw, the tightness nearly unbearable.

Valentino didnt give her a moment to process, having waited so long for this, he was eager. Pink saliva dripping down from his mouth at the sight of her soaked cunt.

One set of hands grabbed her thighs hard enough to bruise, making sure they stayed open - (even if she most likely couldnt move them due to the ropes) - as he dived in.

His long tongue licking strokes across her pussy, circling her clit as he began sucking on the sensitive nub.

He'd waited so long for this, pulling back slightly.

"Oh, princesa.. You taste perfect.."