Valentino
Tonight isn’t just important—it’s a bold demonstration of my power and control, leaving no doubt about who commands absolute authority. Antonio may think this night is about his promotion, but it’s really about me. Every deal struck and every move made tonight will show them that nothing happens in this family without my hand guiding it.
I glance at the clock. It’s almost time to head to the restaurant. Turning, I find Alessia at her vanity, carefully applying makeup, trying to hide the bruises. Stepping forward, I grab her wrist. “Leave them,” I say, my voice firm.
She hesitates, lowering the brush as her eyes fall. Heat floods through me, my cock already hardening at the sight. The thought of her going to the party with my marks on her skin, and my cum dripping down her thighs, sends a surge of lust through me. Knowing that everyone will see what belongs to me and what I’ve done to her stirs something darker inside. Those bruises are mine, and so is Alessia.
“Get up,” I snap, my voice edged with impatience.
She stands slowly, her eyes reflecting a mix of defiance and fear. That look annoys me—how she dares to think she has the right to challenge me.
I let my gaze sweep across her body. “Take off your clothes.”
She hesitates, her hands trembling slightly. “, I’m going to be late for work.”
“Did I stutter?” My tone darkens.
Her shoulders slump as she unbuttons her silk ivory blouse and unzips her black pencil skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She stands there in her lingerie, her eyes burning with humiliation.
“Turn around and bend over.”
When she doesn’t move fast enough, I shove her onto the bed, rough and unkind. She knows better than to resist. “You won’t need these.” I rip off her lace panties. “I want every man in the room to know you’ve been used.”
“I can’t work like that,” Alessia protests.
“Why not?” I ask, already opening my pants. “You think you’re better than any of the other bitches who work there? You’re nothing more than a possession,” I hiss as I thrust into her. Leaning in close to her ear, I whisper, “A body to be used at my whim.”
She goes limp beneath me. The urge to whip her, to hear her cries and feel her fight me is strong, but we don’t have time. Instead, my fingers dig into her waist, and I fuck her hard and fast, spilling inside her. Then, I pull out, leaving her used and motionless on the bed.
“Get dressed,” I snap, adjusting my clothes. “We’re leaving in ten minutes.”
Alessia moves mechanically, picking up her discarded clothes and slipping them back on. I watch her in the mirror as I fix my hair. Satisfied with my appearance, I head downstairs and pour myself a glass of whiskey.
Tonight, the restaurant will be filled with the city’s most influential figures, all gathered to witness Antonio’s promotion. Little do they know this party isn’t really about him. It’s a display of my control and strategic brilliance. Everything that happens in that room will be a testament to my power.
Finally, I hear Alessia’s footsteps behind me, but I don’t turn. With my drink in hand, we step outside. Guido holds the door open, and I slide into the backseat, my anticipation already building.
* * *
The restaurant is closed to the public tonight, reserved for my private event. Guards stand at the entrance, ensuring no unwanted guests slip in. As we step inside, the room hums with hushed conversation. Men in expensive suits gather in small groups, their expressions serious.
I move through the room, exchanging nods, shaking hands, and receiving murmurs of appreciation. I take a moment to savor it, each interaction reinforcing the control I hold over them all.
Finally, I spot Antonio at the bar, sipping his whiskey.
“You ready for your big debut?” I mock, my tone dripping with false encouragement.
“You know parties aren’t my thing,” he replies, forcing a smile. “I would’ve preferred to slip into the role quietly.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I scoff. “This is an event worth celebrating.”
I grab my own drink and return to working the crowd. This is where I thrive——surrounded by power, commanding respect without needing to say a word.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of Alessia balancing a tray, her hair falling slightly over her face as she tries to hide the bruises. A wave of satisfaction washes over me.
She may resist, but it changes nothing. Alessia’s beneath me—just another possession to be used as I see fit. Until she fully accepts her place, she’s no better than the shit I scrape off the bottom of my shoe.
Draco catches my eye from across the room and makes his way over, his voice booming as he approaches. “Ah, my favorite son-in-law,” he calls out, clapping me on the back with a heavy hand, making sure everyone nearby takes notice.
“Looks like you’ve been keeping her in line,” he adds, his chuckle low and deliberate, a hint of mockery lacing his words as he throws a glance at Antonio. The jab isn’t lost on me.
I flash a slow, deliberate grin, letting the cruelty behind it sink in. “You know how it is,” I say smoothly, my voice carrying just enough to be overheard. “Sometimes, you have to remind them who’s in charge.”
The night proceeds as planned. Laughter and the clinking of glasses fill the air. I make my way through the crowd, basking in the admiring glances. Antonio sits at the bar, brooding and serious, as always. He’s lucky to have me elevating him. Without me, he’d be nothing.
I spot Lena serving drinks across the room, her tight skirt drawing appreciative glances from the men around her. The way her white blouse stretches over her chest sends a rush of arousal straight to my cock. It’s not about her—it’s about knowing I can take her whenever I want. Knowing she wears scars, she can never erase.
She tries to avoid my gaze. Unacceptable.
I stride toward her and grab her arm, pulling her close. “Do you think I can’t see you pushing your tits into other men’s faces?” I growl into her ear. “My dick’s hard watching you.”
“I’m just trying to do my job,” she whispers, pulling away.
“Put the tray down,” I order, my voice low and commanding. Lena hesitates for a moment too long, so I wrench it from her hand and set it on the nearest table. Grabbing her arm, I lean in close. “Don’t make a scene,” I mutter, my grip tightening. “Unless you want me to bend you over one of these tables and fuck you in front of everyone.” She won’t dare resist now.
I pull her along, quickening my pace as we head down the hall. Her heels click on the floor, and she stumbles, struggling to keep up. The promise of what will happen in the basement looms closer. Each step is heavy with anticipation.
The door slams shut behind us, echoing in the empty space. I turn to her, eyes narrowing. “Get on your knees.”
She looks up, defiant. “You’re doing this with your wife upstairs?”
“I don’t give a fuck who’s upstairs,” I say, already unbuckling my pants. “Now open your mouth.”
She obeys, her lips parting just enough. The moment I thrust into her mouth, satisfaction surges through me. “You take my cock like a good little slut,” I growl, gripping her hair tighter, forcing her to take every inch. Her throat tightens around me, and I let out a low chuckle. “Can you taste Alessia on me?”
Lena gags, her eyes watering. She pushes at my thighs as she struggles to get a breath. Watching her fight drives me to fuck her face harder. Her choked gasps spurring me on.
I slam into her over and over, each thrust harder than the last. My pace is relentless. Tightening my grip on her hair, I force her to take me deep into her throat, using her like she’s nothing. I don’t stop until I’ve emptied myself inside her.
“Clean me.”
Lena licks my cock until there’s no trace of cum left. Without another word, I tuck myself back into my pants and start climbing up the steps.
When I return to the main floor, the lights blur slightly. Everything feels like it's swaying around me. A server passes by with a tray, and I snatch a whiskey, downing it in one go before grabbing another without a word. The burn of the alcohol barely registers as I glance around the room.
My eyes land on Alessia. Her gaze locks onto mine, a flash of disgust in her eyes. She knows what happened downstairs. I raise my glass in a mocking toast before heading toward the stage for tonight’s main event.
Faces blur together, conversations slurring in my ears, but I don’t care. I tap the microphone to test if it’s on. The high-pitched squeal silences the room, and all eyes turn to me.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” I begin, commanding everyone’s attention. I see heads turning, eyes on me, just as it should be. “Thank you for joining us tonight to celebrate my dear cousin and his, let’s say, unexpected promotion to underboss.”
Applause ripples through the crowd, and I can already feel the energy shifting in my favor. They’re eating this up. I wave Antonio forward with a grand gesture. “Come on, Antonio, don’t be shy,” I say, grinning as I slap him on the back when he reaches the stage.
The applause fades, and I lower my voice, making sure everyone’s hanging on my words. “Since we were kids, I’ve kept Antonio by my side because, as we all know, every leader needs a loyal sidekick.” The room erupts into laughter. They love this.
Raising my hand, I signal for the crowd to quiet down. “Alright, enough joking. Let’s get serious for a moment.” My tone turns darker. “Antonio’s been my right-hand man for years, dependable as ever. But let’s be honest—he’s always been second to me. Just like his father was second to mine.”
There’s a rush of satisfaction at the subtle jab. Antonio stiffens beside me, but what’s he going to do? Nothing. The room is mine.
I smirk, savoring the moment. “He’s the kind of guy who’ll never step up and try to steal the spotlight. That’s why he’s perfect for his new role.” More laughter follows. I’ve got them exactly where I want them.
“Antonio’s been loyal. Like a dog,” I add, my own laughter ringing out, loud and mocking. This is too easy. “I never have to worry with him by my side.”
“I’ll always have your back, cousin,” Antonio says, his voice steady. I swirl my whiskey, the glass catching the light just right as I take a slow sip.
“That’s what I like to hear—loyalty.” I let the word linger, my smirk deepening. “It’s funny, though. Where does it really stand when the stakes are high?”
The room falls into silence, all eyes on me. Perfect. They’re hanging on every word.
I’m invincible.
My gaze shifts between Antonio and Alessia, who’s standing off to the side and an idea forms. “And speaking of loyalty,” I say, my tone turning sly. “Why don’t you tell us what you really think of Alessia, cousin? What do you see when you look at my wife?”
I notice the brief shift in his expression, a hint of discomfort he can’t quite hide. I love it. How far can I push him before he’ll crack?
“Alessia’s your wife and a respected member of our family,” he answers, too calm for my liking.
“Come on,” I taunt, taking a step closer. “Tell the truth. Or are you too scared?”
His jaw tightens, and I feel a surge of satisfaction. “Alessia’s a beautiful woman. Intelligent. Strong-willed.”
“Beautiful, yes,” I sneer, leaning in. “But have you ever wondered what it would be like to fuck her? To have what’s mine?”
Alessia’s face flushes with humiliation, but I don’t care.
“Of course not,” Antonio says, still trying to play the honorable cousin. “I would never?—"
“Not even back when you two were together? Before she was promised to me?” I sneer. “You never dreamed of it?”
I keep going, drunk on power and alcohol. Everyone loves this, whether they show it or not. “I’ll let you in on a little secret,” I murmur, my voice dripping with cruelty, half to Antonio, half into the microphone for everyone to hear. “Alessia’s a terrible fuck. She’s horribly boring. I’m hoping she can learn a little something about how to please a man while she’s working alongside my favorite whores.”
I flick my hand toward Lena, who’s returned to waiting tables. She’s part of the show now. “Lena here,” I continue, slurring my words but still feeling in control, “begs for my cock. Her cunt drips for it every time. You should give her a go,” I sneer, my grin widening as I watch Antonio’s reaction. “Almost forgot—she used to let you fuck her, too.”
Antonio tries to walk away, but I grab his arm, holding him in place. “Were you not able to satisfy her? Is that why she stopped letting you into her cunt?” I spit the words, watching my saliva hit his face.
Turning back to Alessia, I grin, my mind swirling with more twisted thoughts. “Maybe Alessia will spread her legs and let you try out all her holes—if you don’t mind sloppy seconds.” I’m inspired by the thought. “Hell, the two of you can watch me fuck Lena. Maybe you’ll pick up a few new tricks.”
The room goes silent. Then, the crash of shattering glass breaks through as Lena drops her tray, and I laugh. Alessia’s face crumples. I don’t know why. They’re all acting like I said something shocking. They’re pathetic.
“Enough, Vigo,” Antonio says, his voice low, but he’s not my boss. It’s the other way around.
“Enough? We’re just getting started,” I say, raising my glass to take another sip of whiskey. My hand misses my mouth, and the drink spills down my shirt, but I don’t care.
“The party’s over, cousin,” Antonio says flatly, and I glance around, not understanding why he’d want to end things so soon.
Before I can respond, Dante’s already making his way over. Antonio grabs the microphone, addressing the crowd with his usual neutral expression. “Excuse me, everyone. I apologize for ’s behavior. He’s had a little too much fun this evening, and I think it’s best if we get him some fresh air.”
Too much fun? They loved every minute of it.
Dante and Antonio drag me off the stage, but I’m still laughing, my steps unsteady as they take me down the back hallway. “You know I’ve always been meant to be the one in charge. I’m the best there is,” I slur, pounding my chest with my fist for emphasis.
“Yeah, Vigo. Something like that,” Antonio replies, his voice annoyingly calm.
Guido appears outside of Antonio’s office. “I pulled the car out back,” he says, like this is some big emergency.
“Take him home. Get him sobered up,” Antonio orders. “I’ll make sure Alessia gets home safely.”
As they drag me toward the exit, the hallway spins, the lights blur and pulse with every unsteady step I take. “You can have her if you want,” I mumble, trying to provoke him one last time. “She’s useless—barely worth the effort. Maybe I should’ve let you have her all along.”
The cool air hits me like a punch, making my head spin even more. Guido grips my arm, steadying me as he opens the door. “In you go, boss,” he mutters, guiding me into the back seat.
The leather feels cold against my skin, but I barely register it. The world outside is a swirl of headlights and shadows, everything shifting in and out of focus. I blink hard, my thoughts muddled, the edges of my vision closing in.