Fight Me Little Pearl

Chapter 31

Chapter Thirty-One

VALENTINO

S he pulls me closer, her hands on my chest, guiding me towards the bed. I feel the heat of her and the sweet way her soft body presses tightly against mine.

I slip my hand beneath the lace of her underwear, feeling her wetness, and she gasps, her head falling back. I can’t hold back any longer. I pull her underwear down, and she shifts to kick it off, her body moving against mine, every touch sending a jolt through me.

When she pushes me I let myself fall onto the bed. Quick as a flash, she scrambles on top of me. God, she is beautiful. I want to lie and just look at her, but my cock is hard and throbbing with need.

I lift her hips and position her over me. She grabs my cock and rubs the bulbous head against her silky folds. I close my eyes for an instant. She will never know how much pleasure I get simply from feeling her gently rub her soft, wet, sex against me like this.

The moment she sinks down onto me, my eyes snap open. She cries out, the sound mixing with my own as I feel her around me, tight and warm. Her eyes meet mine, and for a second, everything stops. It’s just us, locked in this moment.

She starts to move, her hips rolling slowly, and the sensation is electric, sending shockwaves through me. Each movement makes my breath hitch, the friction driving me to the edge. I grip her hips tightly, feeling the heat of her skin under my fingers, guiding her rhythm with a forceful pull. The city lights blur through the windows, turning the world outside into a wash of colors, nothing but a distant hum.

I lose myself completely in her. Her scent. Her skin. Her moans. Her pleasure-filled face.

She leans forward, her breath hot against my neck, her hands digging into my shoulders as our mouths meet. It is a desperate kiss, deep and all-consuming, her movements quickening. The bed rocks with each thrust, the vibrations of our bodies merging, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the silent room. The heat builds, a relentless wave, as she moves faster, the pressure mounting between us.

This woman is mine, I think in wonder.

I watch her, the way her body arches, the way her eyes flutter shut as she lets go. The tension tightens and coils around us. Her nails dig into my skin. I watch her breath quicken and turn into ragged gasps. I pull her down harder, feeling her shudder as we get closer, the tension almost unbearable.

"Come for me," I command in her ear, my voice rough and urgent.

She trembles, her body tightening around me as she cries out, the sound filling the space between us. Her release hits hard, a wave that pulls her under, and I follow. The force consumes me.

She collapses against me, our bodies still quivering, the wild heat of our passion lingering between us. The sound of our heavy breathing surrounds us, and for a moment, there’s nothing else but the warmth of her skin pressed against mine and the way our hearts, locked in rhythm race. Everything else has faded into the background and become inconsequential.

The shrill ringing of my phone wakes me the next morning. I grab it and silence it before it wakes Francesca. We were only able to get to sleep a few hours ago. I will leave a message to the staff not to disturb her. She will probably sleep late into the morning, but not me; I have lots of work to do, starting now. I move away from the bed and slip into the bathroom.

Roberto’s name is flashing across the screen.

I close the door. “What’s up?”

“I got a straight line to Burim Boga,” he says. “I’m in your study.”

“Give me five minutes.”

I glance at my watch. It’s barely seven o’clock, but after I gave them free rein to party nonstop last night, it’s only fitting they got to work early this morning.

I shower in my room before changing into a suit and head towards my study. Vance and Dutch are waiting outside the door.

“There’s something I want to show you,” Vance says, nodding at me.

“Okay. Show me.”

He whips out his phone and hits play on the screen. There’s a video of Federico and Rosalia having hot, passionate sex. I only watch for a few seconds before pushing the screen away. “Vance, why did you record this?”

“You had a deal,” he says. “He broke it.”

“You’re right.” I nod before pushing my way into the room. Roberto and Federico are waiting for me.

They rush to their feet when I walk in. “Good morning.”

“Get that fool on the phone.”

Roberto sits across from me and pulls out a phone. I watch his fingers move quickly on the screen, and then it rings for a moment before a gruff voice speaks.

“Who the fuck is this?” he barks.

“Hello, Boga.”

“Valentino,” he mutters a few shocked seconds later.

“You haven’t paid for the olive oil you’ve stolen yet,” I say quietly.

He goes completely silent and I’m glad he’s not stupid enough to try and deny it.

“Do know how I deal with thieves?”

“Uh…”

“I tend to kill them, but I don’t want you dead. I kinda like your mother. She has a good attitude to life. Her poor knees give her hell, but she’s always smiling, always so damn proud of her successful son. All those lovely pictures of you and her grandchildren in her living room. Sweet, really.”

He goes deathly quiet.

“And because,” I continue, “I’m hoping this was all an oversight on the part of your accountant and a warning will suffice. Will a warning be enough, Boga?”

“Yes. Yes. It was all a bad misunderstanding, a mistake by my accountant. I will pay.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that. I’ll get my accountant to resend you the bill for what you have bought and if you’re smart, you’ll pay it quickly and our paths will never have to cross again.”

“Yes, I will pay it,” he says thickly.

“Good.” I end the call and turn to Dutch. “Get Vinny on the phone for me.”

Dutch comes forward with the phone.

“Vinny,” I say warmly.

“Valentino,” he replies with equal warmth. No one listening to us could ever guess that we are natural enemies.

“Sal is after what belongs to me, and I want to take him down.”

“You don’t need me for that,” the cunning fox says. “You can take him down yourself.”

“He wants Terra de Barbieri,” I say quietly. “So he’s going out of his way to form what he thinks are strong alliances.”

And just like that he understood that I knew.

“He will never get it,” I continue, “but I’m giving you a chance to get into a really juicy deal.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Good.”

There’s another long pause. “What are you proposing?”

“Where can we meet?” I ask. “I’m not speaking about this over the phone.”

“You want us to meet so you can kill me?”

“You’re of no use to me dead.”

“Let me think about this,” he says. “It’s too big of a risk.”

“You have till the end of the day,” I say and hang up.

“He will take the offer,” Federico says. “He’s too greedy not to.”

“You look well,” I tell Roberto. “Did you enjoy Rosalia?”

Roberto’s face falls. “She rejected me.”

“That’s because you have no game,” I scoff and throw a sideways glance at Federico. “If it wasn’t for our deal, I’m sure Federico would have scored with her.”

Federico coughs and clears his throat. “You’re right. The girls love me.”

“How is your wife?” I ask.

“Fine,” he says with a frown, then snaps his mouth shut.

Roberto’s gaze volleys between us for a moment before he slumps in the chair. He knows me enough to know something is wrong, but he dare not ask.

The phone in Dutch’s hands rings, and he glances down at it with a smirk. “Vinny.”

I nod. “Give it to me.”

“Valentino,” Vinny says. “Before I take your deal, tell me what my share of Terra de Barbieri is?”

“Nothing.”

He sucks in an angry breath. “What the fuck?”

“It’s going to be a bustling fifteen-minute city. Many thousands of people will live there. Someone has to run the drugs and set up the brothels. You get to call all the other bosses and bring the deal to the table. Even better, you get to pick the sweetest cherries for yourself and share out the rest. That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”

Vinny knows a great deal when he sees it. He pounces on it instantly.

“I’ll take it. When can we meet?”