VALENTINA

"Why you sweating, babe? Don't 'cause I can't give you my life. It's your fault for loving me, you put your trust in me."

. . .

Alessandro and Amber broke up, again. Surprise surprise. It's been like this for years, and I sometimes wonder if there is true love between them.

Or if she took the credit for my notes for nothing.

Anyway, I try not to think too much about it and try to focus on the Halloween party that Dante dragged me to. Violet decided to sit this one out, and Alyssa's at her apartment with Zainab watching horror movies.

I dressed up as Ghost Face, in a tight black dress that reaches till my thighs, black fishnet tights, and boots.

My arms are decorated with lace gloves that go up to my elbows.

Even though the mask is making my face sweat a little, I enjoy wearing it and feeling anonymous for once.

Dante dressed up as President Loki for tonight, and he's unaware of the attention he's getting from everyone.

At the moment, he's sitting down on the couch and talking to a girl who slid up to him. Knowing Dante, he probably doesn't know he's being hit on and is just trying to make conversation.

While me: I'm dancing with the others and enjoying this Halloween party I initially didn't want to come to.

Usually, I'd be too shy or overthinking too much to get on the dancefloor, but with the alcohol running in my system I have no issue being here and moving along to the beat. I don't know how many drinks I downed already, but I'm feeling good, and for once my anxiety isn't controlling me.

A hand gently touches the lower part of my back and I turn around, laying eyes on a tall guy, around the same height as Alessandro's, wearing the Anonymous mask and a plain, white shirt with some black pants.

The outfit is simple, yet looks delicious on him. And the mask makes him intriguing. 

Normally I'd flinch away from a random guy touching me, but this time, I lean in closer and let his hands wander as we dance and grind our bodies together.

He pulls me closer to him, his hands on the small of my back. Everyone else on the floor is pressed up against each other, making me and him stand as close as we can.

My arms lift on their own, wrapping around his neck and I throw my head back as I grind my body down on his, gasping a little to myself when I feel that he's packing underneath his pants.

Everything about him is so... familiar. But the alcohol fuzzing up my brain isn't letting me think properly about it, so I don't pay it any mind.

And as we dance, his hands wander over my body and I let him, enjoying the feeling of it.

Weirdly enough, it turns me on and I let out a hum when his hand brushes over my ass, and then moves up to ghost over my breasts which look amplified and bigger thanks to the push-up bra I'm wearing.

They're a miracle.

His hands go over my breasts and to my neck, where he wraps it around my throat and softly squeezes.

My body melts beneath his touch and I fall more into him, letting him play with me and do whatever he wants.

His other hand slips past my dress and plays with my tights, tugging at them and stroking my skin.

I can't see his eyes, yet I know what he means when he nods at the stairs, and I nod without question.

He takes my hand and leads me away from the dancefloor, leading me upstairs quickly.

I throw a glance over my shoulder to see where Dante is and to let him know I'm okay, but I don't see him anywhere and I'm too hot and bothered for this man to put in more effort.

Upstairs, the Anonymous guy finds an empty room with a single bed in it and shuts the door behind us.

As soon as it falls into the lock, he grabs the back of my neck and leans his head down, seeming like he wants to kiss me, but he remembers that we're wearing masks and goes to remove mine.

A hint of panic goes through me and I stop his movements, shaking my head.

I don't want our masks to come off.

It'll make everything feel real, and right now, I like this surreal reality I'm living in and the fact that I don't feel like myself right now, but like an alter ego that has taken place inside me.

For tonight, I want to keep living this fantasy.

He nods, as to say he understands, and lifts me to deposit me on the bed in the room.

His fingers make quick work of yanking my tights and panties down, and find the wet, hot place between my legs.

A moan leaves me when he touches my throbbing clit, rubbing circles over it with his thumb whilst sliding two fingers at once inside of me.

I'd only been on a date once in high school, with a kid from my class. And during our date, he'd kissed me and awkwardly tried fingering me which felt foreign and uncomfortable. We quickly ended the date and went to our separate homes.

After that, I'd only tried my own fingers and some toys I ordered online.

But the Anonymous guy clearly knows what to do with his fingers, and there is nothing awkward about this.

Another moan leaves me when he moves them, thrusting them in and out of me while stimulating my clit at the same time.

My hips move along with him, chasing the good feeling that zaps through my body.

He rubs his fingers around inside of me, gently.

Before I can really process what he's doing, he's leaning down toward my pussy and sliding his mask over his lips so they're bare.

In the darkness, I can't make his face out down there and it quickly disappears when he licks a line up my slit, tasting me.

My back arches off the bed at the foreign feeling, but it's so good.

Little moans and cries escape my lips, which rub against the mask covering my face.

He doesn't stop licking me, every so often grazing his teeth over my clit before smoothing it out with his tongue.

"Fuck..." I moan and grind my hips against his face. His strokes are lazy like he's savoring the taste of me. And he doesn't stop until I'm crying out and pulling at the sheets.

He gently sucks on my clit, each pull going through my body and heating me all over.

With each suck, he laps his tongue over my clit and it has my eyes rolling back and the muscles in my legs tensing up.

I'd never had someone go down on me before, so I come all over his tongue pretty quickly because the sensation is too overwhelming.

A whimper leaves me when he pulls back to undo his belt and jeans. His hand slips inside his briefs and he gives his cock a few good strokes. Through the mask, he releases soft groans.

He gets a condom out of his pocket and swiftly rolls it on.

Then, he plants a hand beside my head, still stroking himself while leading the tip of his cock to my entrance.

The tip of his cock nudges my clit first, then slides between my lower lips and back up to tease me. 

I move my hips underneath him, feeling a sudden, throbbing ache inside of me.

My whimper has a chuckle coming out of him, and he goes back to nudging my entrance with his cock. 

He enters me in one long, smooth thrust. The size of him has me tensing up. The pain is surprising, and I curse myself for thinking I could handle this.

He stops and looks down at me through his mask, tilting his head to the side. I'm adjusting to his size, and I don't want him to realize I'm a virgin, so I nod and urge him to continue.

My first one-night stand can't end up with me crying over some pain, and embarrassing myself in front of this stranger.

He slides back out and thrusts back in. I bite my lip to keep the cries from escaping and blink away the tears.

Fuck. The pain is sharp, and my lower lip is nearly ripped open by my teeth because I'm biting back my cries.

It'll get some getting used to, and I pray that having sex isn't this painful every time.

He's just so... big. I feel him everywhere.

I try to breathe in and out, focusing on the way I inhale and exhale. My head is laid back on the pillow and I look at the ceiling through my mask as I try to think of anything else but the big dick nearly splitting me in half. 

A thumb lands on my clit, massaging it gently and it helps distract me from the pain.

I try to move my hips along with his, trying to find a rhythm and the low groan he spills out sends a fuzzy feeling to my stomach.

His head drops to the nook of my neck and he lets it rest there.

Along our sighs and the sounds of skin slapping against skin, I hear him whisper "So tight."

The voice, sounding vaguely familiar, gets carried away with our pleasure. His thumb hasn't stopped rubbing circles over my clit, and I'm growing used to the feeling of him sliding inside me over and over again.

It's becoming bearable. My legs spread themselves more, giving him more room to move between my thighs.

I hook my ankle around his hips that are thrusting against mine, and lick my lips at the intimacy of it all.

I don't know how long we spent on that tiny little bed, pressed against each other in a sweaty mess.

His hand squeezes my side, his fingers digging into my skin through the material of my dress, and then his movements slow down and his thrusts become harder and harder.

His thrusts are deep and hitting a spot deep inside of me that makes me jerk from surprise underneath him.

This feels so fucking good.

I didn't expect to orgasm during my first time, but he made sure I came anyway all over his face.

I heard from other people that men during one-night stands don't really try to make the woman come, but I can't say the same.

By the time he comes inside of me, we're both a panting, sweaty mess.

He slides out of me, and I quickly pull my dress down in case there's any blood on my thighs and slide my panties and tights into place.

He takes the condom off and tucks his cock back, dressing up as well.

But then he leans over me and grazes the skin of my neck, then collarbones.

He's saying something, and I frown because I can't make out what he's saying.

He chuckles and takes his mask off.

"You were fucking incredible," he says, and now his voice is ringing in my ears like an echo when I see Alessandro leaning over me.

What. The. Fuck.

In a panic, I'd pushed him off of me and fled the room like it was on fire. I then found Dante downstairs and begged him with nearly tears in my eyes to get the fuck out of there.

I'd fucked Alessandro. Given my virginity to him. And it felt amazing. He was amazing. And gentle. And made sure I had an orgasm.

My nemesis. I had sex with the one person I had claimed for so long to hate. 

He's not a selfish lover, and I hated knowing that fact about him.

I didn't plan on losing my virginity to Alessandro last year, I really didn't.

The biggest hurt was the morning after.

I'd had the whole night to think about what happened, and I tried my best to ignore the little voice in my head that loved the moment. I loved Alessandro fucking me because it was amazing.

And I loathed the knowledge of him having a big dick.

Because every time from then on I teased him about his tiny dick, I knew I was lying and doing it out of spite.

He'd only smirk anyway and not comment anything on it.

What came as a pain straight to my heart was the fact that a few days later, he'd told Dante that he and Amber were back on again.

Like his night with a stranger meant nothing to him.

It hurt more knowing that the stranger was me.

I don't even know if he remembers having a one-night stand, because apparently, he was wasted as fuck.

We both were, yet I can retell every second of it.

Watching him with Amber after that was a lot harder, and I had to swallow every second of it.

But, on the other hand, it made hating him easier. Because he forgot about me. About our night together, and I held resentment toward him for it.

A popcorn being thrown against my head distracts me from my thoughts, and I look over at a grinning Dante.

"Idiot," I snort and flick his temple with my fingers. All the time I spent with Alessandro lately – willing or unwillingly – made me think back on the passionate night between us because I'll never forget how his touch felt on my skin.

It always triggers that memory: I hate and love it at the same time.

I focus back on the screen in front of us and sigh.

"This movie is so stupid," I snort, watching the action movie unfold on the screen in front of us. It's a lazy Saturday, and Dante and I are spending it watching movies and stuffing ourselves with food.

"He's running from the cops on a bicycle? Really?" I ask and roll my eyes. "That's unrealistic and stupid."

"It's more than what you can do," Dante retorts. "You can't even ride a bicycle."

I throw a piece of popcorn at his head. "Shut up. No one needs to ride a bicycle in the city."

He chuckles and throws the piece of popcorn into his mouth, together with some chocolate to make the 'ultimate blend' as he likes to call it.

"I'm getting another drink," I sigh and get up from my seat. "You want anything?" I ask, but he shakes his head.

I make my way toward the kitchen and get a bottle of water out of the fridge.

Aurora and Riccardo are at the office, working on a case that takes up a lot of their time. Alyssa isn't at home, and Dante is guessing she's dating someone. 

Alessandro... I don't know where he is. 

"You can't ride a bike?"

I whirl around, facing Alessandro as he's leaning both hands on the island in between us.

"I... I... you were listening?"

"I was passing by," he shrugs, scratching a place on his head.

"Right..." I trail off and clear my throat. "I uh... I d-don't know how to ride a bike," I admit. 

When we were younger, I'd just sit behind Dante on his bicycle. No one asked questions about it. 

"I can teach you, you know."

"Teach me what?"

He smirks. "How to ride a bike."

He makes it sound so dirty, that all kinds of images flash through my mind.

Of me riding him, instead.

"Your bike or a bicycle?" I ask, feeling flustered around him.

"You're not going anywhere near my bike," he chuckles. "We have some bicycles downstairs," he then adds.

I think about it for a second, and then about Dante still watching that stupid movie.

I look back at Alessandro.

"Let's go."

. . . 

I missed cliffhangerssssss (this one isn't really one but still lemme have a bit of fun).

another update, hope you liked this chapter.

smut will be better than this, trust. 

also my date canceled on me smh (I wanted to cancel on him first but I didn't dare to cuz of my anxiety, and I'm enraged he did it first) because an emergency came up but I ain't buying it. 

I stand by my hating on men, always. 

thank you for reading, darlings. 

i love you.