One Last Distraction

Valerio stormed through the heavy brass doors of the upscale club. The pulsing bass thumped against his chest, but it did nothing to drown out the boiling rage festering in his skull. His mind was consumed by deep frustration over his father's suffocating ultimatum. He navigated the crowded VIP section with heavy, lethal strides, ignoring the lingering stares of the patrons around him.

Enrico Colombo sat in a curved leather booth holding a glass of amber liquid. He took one look at Valerio's thunderous expression and immediately set his drink down. He sensed the dark, dangerous mood radiating from his friend.

"What is wrong? Let me guess. Massimo?" Enrico asked, his tone laced with wary familiarity.

Valerio dropped onto the velvet seat opposite him. He scowled, confirming the suspicion with a sharp nod.

"What has your father done now?" Enrico leaned forward, resting his elbows on the glass table.

"He replaced the bride." Valerio spat the words bitterly. "He expects me to wed Alessia Vitiello. The girl is deemed worthless even by her own bloodline."

Enrico blinked, genuine worry breaking through his usual smooth composure. "Why did they change the girl at the last moment? You were slated to marry Gia Vitiello. She was the obvious choice for an alliance."

Valerio massaged his throbbing forehead. He pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a heavy sigh that carried pure exhaustion and profound resentment.

"I have no idea why the switch occurred. My father simply threatened me with total disownment if I refuse." Valerio opened his eyes, staring blankly at the strobe lights overhead. "My life is an absolute mess right now."

Enrico slid closer, giving Valerio a firm, reassuring clap on the shoulder. "I am sorry to hear that. I know how much you value your autonomy. Let me know if there is anything I can do to help you through this."

Valerio ordered a straight whiskey from a passing server, waving off the sympathy. There was no fixing a decree from Massimo Marchetti.

"Do not let this drag you under tonight." Enrico stood up, adjusting the lapels of his suit jacket. "I am here for you. And I have something set up that will definitely lift those dark spirits. Follow me."

Valerio downed his whiskey in one burning gulp and followed his friend toward the private elevators. They rode up in silence. The steel doors parted to reveal the secluded hallway of the club's luxurious private penthouses.

Enrico knocked twice on the heavy mahogany door of the corner suite.

A woman opened it moments later. She stood in the doorway draped in a highly seductive, sheer black dress. The fabric left nothing to the imagination, clinging tightly to her curves and revealing the dark shadow of her bare breasts and shaved groin beneath the transparent mesh.

Enrico leaned over Valerio’s shoulder, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"Have fun. I booked her for the entire night. She is yours." Enrico turned to the woman, offering a quick wink before walking back toward the elevator, leaving them alone in the quiet corridor.

Valerio stared at her. Initially, he was far too buried in his suffocating gloom to appreciate the woman's seductive smile. The thrum of the club beneath his feet faded, replaced by the crushing reality of his impending, loveless marriage. Tomorrow, he would begin preparations to tie himself to Alessia Vitiello. It was a stark symbol of the absolute end of his personal freedom.

The grim realization ignited a dark, rebellious urge within his chest. If his future was to be dictated by his father, he would seize one final night of reckless, unrestrained control. He would take what he wanted.

His eyes darkened as he took in her revealing appearance with predatory intent.

"What do you have in mind for tonight?" Valerio asked, his voice a low, rough rumble.

She leaned against the doorframe, biting her lower lip. "I am up for anything as long as it is fun."

Valerio stepped past her into the dimly lit condo. "Let us have some fun, then. It has been a long day."

He bypassed the entryway and sank heavily onto the plush leather couch in the center of the living room. He spread his knees, letting his arms rest along the back of the sofa.

The woman swiftly shut the door. The heavy click of the lock echoed in the quiet room. She strutted toward him, swaying her hips with calculated precision. Without asking, she swung a leg over his thighs and seductively straddled his lap. Her arms slid around his neck, tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

"You did not even glance at me when you walked in." She jutted out her bottom lip, pouting in a practiced tone. "I will make you feel good. I promise to erase whatever ruined your day."

Her intoxicating perfume filled his lungs, but it only fueled his defiance against his father’s forced alliance. The desperation to escape his fate boiled over.

Valerio’s hand snapped up. His long fingers clamped aggressively around her jaw. He held her head in place, his grip bordering on painful. He stared into her wide eyes, pouring all his pent-up anger and rebellion into the raw exchange.

He claimed her mouth in a fierce, punishing kiss. There was no tenderness to be found. It was a brutal collision of lips and teeth. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, tasting her completely as he dominated the kiss. She let out a muffled whimper, her hands gripping his shoulders to brace herself against the onslaught.

Taking absolute control, Valerio broke the kiss. His hands gripped the sheer black mesh of her dress. With a sharp, violent tear, he ripped the garment over her head and tossed it aside. She was left kneeling on his lap, completely naked.

Valerio stood up abruptly, forcing her to slide off him and onto her feet. He made quick work of his own clothes. He tore his shirt open, popping the buttons, and discarded it. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers, and shoved them down along with his boxers. He stepped out of the tangled pile of clothing. His naked body was on full display. His hard penis stood thick and rigid, pulsing with his primal need for release.

He looked down at her. "On your knees."

She sank to the floor eagerly. She licked her lips, her eyes fixed on his erection. She reached out, her manicured fingers wrapping around the thick base of his shaft. Her tongue darted out, dragging a wet trail up the swollen vein to the broad head of his penis.

Valerio let out a guttural groan. He stepped closer, surrendering to the intense physical demand. He wound his fist into her hair, gripping the thick strands firmly to take brutal control.

She opened her mouth and took his hard penis inside, swallowing him past her lips.

Valerio bucked his hips forward. He guided her head, thrusting deep into her mouth. She pumped her head in a swift motion, taking the full length of his hard cock down her throat. The wet, slapping sounds and her gagging noises fed his dominant surge. He pushed his hips faster, using her mouth with ruthless aggression. He stared down at her watery eyes looking up at him, accepting the raw punishment he dealt. The pressure built rapidly in his groin.

Valerio pulled out of her mouth, his cock slick with saliva. He gripped her by the upper arms and hoisted her to her feet.

He marched her toward the bedroom and forcefully threw her onto the mattress. She bounced on the pristine white sheets, spreading her legs wide in anticipation.

Valerio stepped between her open thighs. He reached down, his fingers finding her wet pussy. She was soaked, eager for his assault. He drove two long fingers deep into her cunt, stretching the slick entrance.

She arched her back off the mattress, a loud cry tearing from her throat.

Valerio curled his fingers, striking her sensitive core with an aggressive, relentless pace. He used his hand to drive her over the edge. Her moans escalated into full-blown screams. She thrashed her head against the pillows, begging loudly as her inner walls clamped down hard on his fingers. A violent, shuddering climax wrecked through her body.

Valerio withdrew his hand, indifferent to her lingering twitches. He pulled a foil condom packet from his pocket. He brought it to his mouth and tore the edge open with his teeth. Pulling the latex free, he rolled the condom down the hard length of his shaft, snapping it against his base.

He grabbed her hips, dragging her down to the edge of the mattress.

Valerio aimed his thick penis at her wet opening. He thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside her tight cunt in one brutal plunge.

The woman gasped, her nails digging into the bedsheets.

Valerio pulled back and slammed into her again. He impaled her with a fast, rough rhythm, setting a punishing pace designed entirely to obliterate his mounting stress. The skin-on-skin slapping echoed through the penthouse like rapid gunfire. He drove his penis in to the hilt over and over, bottoming out inside her with every downward strike. He needed raw friction. He needed to sweat out the impending doom of his marriage.

The sheer brutality of his aggressive thrusts was eagerly welcomed by the woman beneath him.

"Harder! Please, give it to me!" She begged loudly, throwing her head back. She hooked her legs over his hips, pulling him deeper into her pussy.

Valerio relentlessly pounded into her. His chest heaved, coated in a fine layer of sweat. The physical exertion burned away the lingering thoughts of Massimo and the suffocating future waiting for him at sunrise. The friction sent sparks of intense pleasure shooting up his spine. His muscles coiled tight. With a final, animalistic groan, Valerio drove his hips forward, burying himself as deep as he could go. He held her hips in a vise grip as he released his hot climax, shooting his load heavily into the tip of the condom.

His chest rose and fell in rapid pants as the aftershocks washed over him. The blinding rage in his blood finally settled.

His breathing slowed. The second the physical release ended, his demeanor instantly snapped back to freezing reality.

Valerio pulled out of her abruptly, ignoring her soft, sated sigh. He took a step back from the bed. His face was a mask of cold, emotionless detachment.

He looked down at her flushed skin and messy hair. A careless smirk touched the corner of his mouth.

"Thanks for the great fuck." Valerio delivered the words flatly, giving her a dismissive wink.

He turned his back on the bed and walked straight to the attached bathroom. He stripped the used condom off his softening penis, tying it off before dropping it into the metal trash can. He quickly gathered his clothes from the living room floor, dressing with the same swift, lethal efficiency he had entered with.

Buckling his belt, Valerio walked to the front door of the penthouse suite. He gripped the handle, pulled it open, and strode out into the quiet hallway. He walked away, heading straight for the elevator without casting a single backward glance at the woman he just used.