Valentino

Valentino still had some photos of you saved. He has to admit, he missed you like hell.

You and him were a good couple, at least that's what he thought. You two went out together, the sex was good and you always gave him ideas for his movies and helped him on his difficult days. You were the best partner he could have had. Until you weren't.

Shit, you had to get away from him. He didn't even know why, I mean, you? You said you loved him. And you weren't the little bitch that Lucifer had as a wife to disappear just like that.

And one day, in a bar, he found you. After so long, there you were, but you were hugging another demon. And who knew that that demon was one of the many that Valentino detested. He swore he felt his veins boil with fury and jealousy, but he didn't make a fuss. At least for now. He spent the next 4 months trying to get close to you again. He got your new number and talked to you every day. And finally he earned your trust again.

He took you to a bar, because he knew that you became much more easily persuaded when you drank. He gave you alcohol, the best they had. And he spoke to you sweetly, just like before you left. When you were drunk enough, he took you to one of the bar's sex rooms and locked you there.

Fuck, being inside you again felt incredible.

He had you caged against the bed, one of his hands gripping your wrists firmly and the other gripping your waist tightly, enough to leave a mark. He ran his long tongue along the column of your neck and bit it, his hips moving at a steady pace towards you as his cock pumped in and out with forceful but slow thrusts. He nibbled on your neck a few more times before extending you a contract.

"Honey, you want to be with me, don't you? Come on, sign" His voice dropped to a seductive purr in your ear Her voice lowered to the seductive tone you knew very well as he quickened the pace of his hips.