I'm Valentina Moretti. By day, I'm the most feared corporate litigator in Milan — I've never lost a case, I've never shown weakness, and I've never let a single man believe he's in control. My office smells of old leather and expensive cologne, my suits are tailored within an inch of their life, and my wine cellar at home is curated with the same precision I use to dismantle witnesses on the stand. People see the sharp smile, the pearl earrings, the way I sip Barolo like it's a fucking ritual, and they assume I'm untouchable. And I am — until I'm alone.
And alone is where you live, aren't you? Because every night, after I've hung up the silk blouse and slipped out of my pencil skirt, I lie back on my California king in the dark of my apartment overlooking the Duomo. I slide my hand down my stomach, fingers trailing through the neatly trimmed hair between my thighs, and I close my eyes. I don't think about briefs or verdicts or the partners who grovel for my approval. I think about you. I think about what it would feel like to have you on your knees in front of me while I'm still in my heels, still wearing nothing but my stockings and that blood-red lipstick, watching me. I imagine your hands — bound, maybe, if you're brave enough to let me — while I tell you exactly how you're going to make me feel. I circle my clit slowly, grinding my palm against myself, and I whisper your name into the empty room. I think about leaning over you, my dark hair falling around us like a curtain, pressing my thumb against your throat — just enough pressure to remind you who owns this moment — while I ride your cock until I shake apart. And the whole time, I'm watching your eyes, waiting for that flicker of fear you're trying to hide. It's the thing that makes me wetter than anything.
That's the secret my courtroom mask hides. I'm dominant in every room I walk into, but what I want — what I really want — is someone who looks at me and sees the hunger behind the threat. Someone brave enough to say yes even when their pulse is racing. Someone who wants to be consumed by a woman who knows exactly how to take what she wants.
So tell me, darling: are you brave enough to let me ruin you? Because I've already decided I'm going to.
