Chapter 14 #2
"Take it," I urged, grinding against her, one hand pressing down on her lower belly so she could feel the shape of me inside. "Take all of me. Every last drop until your womb is drowning in it."
When I finally came again, I held myself deep inside her, cock pulsing hard as I emptied another heavy load straight into her.
I stayed locked there, making sure nothing was wasted, rocking gently to work it even deeper while she lay trembling beneath me, completely spent, her stuffed cunt twitching weakly around the thick cock still plugging her full.
Elena had no strength left. She lay naked in my arms, looking thoroughly ravished. Her eyes were red-rimmed, still wet with tears, her arms too weak to lift. She could only breathe in short, shallow gasps.
I sprawled on the sofa, satisfied, mood considerably improved. Seeing her like this, I smacked her bare ass lightly. "I gave you everything, Elena. Whether or not you get pregnant is up to you now."
Elena whimpered softly, struggling to sit up. Face flushed, she looked down. "I'll try my best."
I laughed. This silly girl—what more could she possibly do? Making a baby was never just on her. Hearing her say something like that in this state made her even more adorable.
"Come here. Arms up." I grabbed her bra and helped her into it. "It's almost office hours. I'll have Marco drive you back to the manor."
Elena nodded obediently, letting me dress her. When she stood, her legs buckled, and she nearly collapsed into me. She caught herself on the sofa, but her arms were shaking too—she looked ready to fall.
"Can't even stand after that? You do so much work at the manor, but your stamina's this bad?" I pulled her close, pinching the soft flesh at her waist.
Elena glared at me. "You were too rough! I don't have to do THIS at the manor..."
I held up my hands. "Fair enough. Think you can stand on your own? Want me to walk you down?"
"No." Elena refused stubbornly. She stood still, gathering strength. Before leaving, she glanced back. "I'll get the materials ready at the manor. Come by when you can—I need to take your measurements."
"Alright," I agreed.
Elena left my office. I had Marco see her safely back to the manor. I'd barely started working when my secretary came in, saying there was a woman here to see me.
Before I could ask who, Valentina appeared behind her. She'd changed from last night—now wearing a white dress that made her look more elegant, though her usually striking face showed exhaustion.
"Sorry, Dante. I missed you so much, I had to come." Valentina's voice broke. She looked thin as a leaf, like she might blow away.
The secretary stood watching. I waved her out and shut the door.
Silence settled over the office. Valentina walked to me, grabbing my hand and pressing it to her chest. Tears streamed down her face. "Dante, I really missed you. Every single day, all these years."
I couldn't pull my hand away. This woman and I had spent years together. When we first met, she was gentle and strong, doing work she loved, full of energy every day. She dreamed of becoming New York's most renowned lawyer.
But in the end, I couldn't stand up to Salvador. She'd been torn away from New York at such a promising age.
"It was late last night. Didn't I tell you to rest?"
I sat her down on the sofa. Remembering what Elena and I had just done there, guilt stirred in me. I withdrew my hand, putting distance between us.
Last night happened too suddenly. When Valentina appeared at the party, I was stunned. I'd searched for her for years, and she just showed up—still radiant, walking toward me. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming.
She'd talked about old times—memories that had faded until she brought them back into focus. Over ten years had passed. She'd aged, fine lines appearing on her face, but time had given her a refined elegance.
We talked for hours. Eventually, I arranged a place for her to stay and posted guards to keep her safe. I just hadn't expected her to track me down at the office.
Valentina noticed me pulling away. Instead, she moved closer, throwing herself into my arms. She held on tight, her full weight against me, shoulders shaking.
For a few seconds, I drowned in old memories.
Her perfume smelled the same as years ago. She cried the same way. All those old images flooded back. But then Elena's face—clean, innocent—rose to the surface, snapping me back to reality.
I pushed Valentina away gently, patting her back. "Alright. Stop crying."
She looked up, tears sliding down her cheeks. "Dante, I'm still scared. In Mexico, they locked me up for so long. They didn't treat me like a person. I had to report everywhere I went, couldn't talk to outsiders. Sometimes they'd beat me..."
She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a faint scar on her forearm. "See? They did this last winter. Every day I wanted to die. But I kept thinking... I wanted to see you one more time. I missed you so much."
That scar stood out starkly against her pale skin.
I took her wrist, thumb brushing over the mark. I stayed silent for a long time.
"They kept you locked up—how'd you escape?"
Her shoulders tensed. "A few days ago something happened there. Some kind of chaos. They weren't watching me. I snuck out the back door that night. Later, I ran into people from Lombardi Family. They saved me."
The Lombardi Family had plenty of business in Mexico. They were famously decent—saving Valentina made sense.
But something felt off. "What kind of chaos?"
She hesitated, shaking her head. "I... I don't really know. Things just went crazy suddenly. Fewer guards around. I was afraid I'd miss my chance, so I ran."
I didn't press further, but doubt spread through me like vines.
I'd sent so many people to Mexico over the years. We'd searched and found nothing. Salvador's people wouldn't be that careless. How could someone locked up for years just slip away because of "chaos"?
Her story had too many coincidences.
But looking at Valentina's tear-streaked face, I couldn't bring myself to interrogate her. I buried my suspicions, keeping my expression neutral.
I handed her a card. "There's plenty of money on this. Since you're back in New York, start a new life. I'll have people protect you. Salvador won't touch you again."
Valentina took the card. "What about us?"
I knew what she meant. She wanted to get back what we had. But I had Elena now. I had to refuse. "Valentina, everything you suffered—I'll do everything I can to make up for it. As for our relationship, I'm married now. I can't promise you anything."
She stared at me blankly, like she hadn't expected me to be so cold.
But I had no choice.