Valentina: Woman Empowered (Tied In Steel #1)
M.J. Fields
Foreword
Before he was gone…
Franco
She turns around and shakes her head, hair swaying across her back.
“What?” I ask, pushing back from the counter.
“I like the idea of him being torn apart.”
I walk up next to her and look down. She looks up.
“After all, he did that to me.”
When I slam my fist onto the counter, she jumps. Pain spreads like lightning up my arm.
“Fuck!”
I pull my hand up to see blood beginning to cover my knuckles.
“Franco, what have you done?” She grabs a towel and wraps it around my hand.
“This is his fucking fault! His and …” I stop when I look at her holding my hand to her lips.
She looks up. “I think we need to get this checked out,” she whispers.
“I am going to crush him, Valentina. I am going to rip him apart. I am going to tell that fucker he had no business, no right, no fucking humanity to do that to you.” I follow her as she walks to her room and grabs a pair of leggings, pulling them on. Then she drops her robe and grabs a shirt.
“Let’s go,” she says, grabbing one of her twenty fucking bags.
“I’m fine,” I tell her. “But he won’t fucking be.”
I watch as she looks inside the bag and pulls out a sunglass case as she hurries to the door.
Walking into her apartment hours later, I’m groggy from pain meds.
“You promised,” I remind her.
“I did. I’m not going to leave, okay?” She smiles. “I’m going to take care of you for a change.”
“Do I get to fuck you over the sink in the morning like he did?” slips out of my mouth. Fuck if there is a damn thing I can do about it.
She looks up at me. “You had your chance.”
I don’t know what face I’m making, but it makes her laugh.
“I need to get some shit from my place,” I slur.
Again, she laughs.
“After all that shit today, and you choose to laugh now? Why, Valentina?”
“The truth is freeing.” Her eyebrows knit. “Saying it, all of it out loud, takes the power away from all the secrets. And I know you won’t tell anyone. Hell, tomorrow, you’ll go back to hating me.”
She laughs, but I don’t. I don’t because it’s not true.
“I want to kill him,” I tell her.
“Yes, Franco, you’ve mentioned that. You mentioned it to me, the nurse, and the cab driver.”
“Are you picking on me? Do you think I’m joking, Valentina?” I ask as she shoves my chest so I sit on the edge of her bed.
“Sleep, for God’s sake, Franco.” Her eyes sparkle when she whispers it in Italian. “Dormire.”
“If I listen, what do I get?” I tease, lying back.
“I’ll go find you two women,” she grunts out as she pulls off one of my boots.
“You want me to fuck two women?”
She drops my boots onto the floor then climbs up on the bed where she pulls the hem of my shirt up. “A little help?”
“You want me naked, Valentina, you make me that way,” I tell her, and then I fall asleep.
I wake to the smell of sauce and look down. I am completely and totally naked.
“Jesus Christ, woman,” I mutter then look up when I hear her giggle.
“You challenge me,” she says. “Now it’s dinnertime.”
I begin to sit up, but she stops me. “I’ll bring it in to you. The doctor said to rest.”
“It’s a broken hand,” I huff. “I can walk.”
“It’s two broken bones and thirty-six stitches. Stay in bed,” she insists.
So, I do.
Two days of pain meds, homecooked meals, sleeping next to someone, and being taken care of sounds like a dream, but it’s not. Honestly, I think she is trying to torture me with kindness before she kills me in my sleep.
Every fucking morning, I wake up naked to find her next to me, and I am hard. There is no way she misses it.
She’s sweet, caring, and grows more beautiful every day.
How cruel is love? She once thought she loved me, and now my heart is tricking me to feel the same way.
Right now, she is eyeballing my cock as she licks her lips, unaware that I am awake.
“If you see something you like, Valentina, I suggest you take it.”
Her eyes spring up to meet mine.
“I see it in your eyes—desire. I know you need to fuck, and I’m not without need.”
She takes a deep breath and looks at my cock again before releasing the breath slowly.
I hold my wrapped hand up. “I’m also of no use to myself. This is my preferred hand.”
“Why now?” she whispers. “Why now is it okay, when all those years, Franco … all those years I needed you and you denied me? Is it pity?”
I sit up and take her hand. “You denied me, as well, Valentina. You didn’t tell me how you felt, and you certainly didn’t show me in a way …” I stop and shake my head. “I understand. But now, now you’re free. Benito is in jail, you have family here that you need to open yourself up to, and your brother and Laney are going to need you to show that child what loyalty and the love of family is.”
She swallows hard, her eyes getting heavier with desire.
“My time with you is nearing an end—”
“Don’t say that,” she says, climbing onto the bed. “Don’t say that.”
“It’s true,” I tell her, unable to reach up and touch her hair, hair that has been laying across my chest night after night. “This line gets crossed, I cannot be your bodyguard.”
“But …”
“Shh …” I put my fingers over her plump red lips, and she grips my wrist and opens her mouth, taking my finger inside and sucking on it.
“Bellissimo,” I whisper before hooking it in her mouth and pulling her lips to mine. Against them, I whisper, “I want to feel your pussy around my cock. I want to make love to a woman—one—for the first time in my life, who I share secrets and history with.”
“Oh, God,” she whimpers.
“I want to lick you inside and out, taste you, feel your come on my lips, my face, as I inhale what I have wanted but denied myself for years.”
“Franco …” she purrs, nodding as she rubs her lips against mine, as her chest rises and falls quicker and quicker against mine.
“I want your lips around my cock, sucking me, as I fuck the face of a woman I have not only wanted to protect, to save from herself, but needed to.”
“Oh, God,” she moans.
“I smell your need. I want to taste you.” I lick her lips. “You’re going to come in my mouth, and then I’m going to come all over yours.”
She swallows hard. I know she wants it as badly.
“I’m going to fix the need to get fucked brutally and make you need to be shown what a woman truly desires—passion.”
I use my uninjured hand to shove the robe from her shoulders, and then, together, we lift her camisole over her stunning body.
I lie her down and kiss her cheek, then down her sensual throat until I lick across her belly.
She whimpers when I snap the little strings of her thong and lick her hot, bare, swollen, little lips.