Contents
Valentina
Thank you
To my readers
Also By MJ Fields
Synopsis
Foreword
Capitolo Primo
Capitolo Due
Capitolo Tre
Capitolo Quattro
Capitolo Cinque
Capitolo Sei
Capitolo Sette
Capitolo Otto
Capitolo Nove
Epilogue
Up Next
About the Author
Valentina
By
MJ Fields
Valentina (Tied In Steel, Book One)
Copyright © 2018 by MJ Fields.
All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Book and Cover design by Jersey Girl Designs
Edited by C&D Editing
Proofread by C&D Editing
Cover Model Scott King
First Edition: February 2018
Created with Vellum
This book is dedicated to Hillary Rodham Clinton:
who was quoted saying:
“The whole romance novel industry is about women being grabbed and thrown on a horse and ridden off into the distance.”
With all due respect, I beg to differ.
This book is also dedicated to Women who Empower one another daily:
Let us continue to empower each other, with love and kindness. Let us love ourselves enough not to care if others do. Great power comes from loving yourself.
And lastly, this book is dedicated to my Vagina:
I am proud of you and your desire to love a man whose strength is equal to yours.
A man who walks beside you, and not in front of you.
A man who is strong enough to lift you up … and throw you against the wall …
when you need / want it.
Forever Steel,
MJ
Thank you
Thank you
Jules, Kris, and Elle, a million thanks for making this possible.
To my blessings, my hearts, my readers… I f’ing love the passion you have for all things Steel. I hope you enjoy revisiting them in parts of this novella. I certainly did.
Forever Steel,
MJ
To my readers
To The Reader of this book:
The novella originally published in the VAULT anthology, and now on its own, Terzetto, is the beginning of Valentina’s story.
I strongly recommended you read it first.
A forward has been added for those who choose not to.
I hope you enjoy Valentina’s journey of empowerment.
XOXO
MJ
Also By MJ Fields
IN THE STEEL FAMILY OF BOOKS
The Men of Steel Series
Forever Steel
Cyrus
Zandor
Xavier
Raising Steel
The Ties of Steel Series
Abe
Dominic
Eroe
Sabato
The Rockers of Steel Series
Memphis Black
Finn Beckett
River James
Billy Jeffers
The Match duet
Match This!
ImPerfectly Matched!
The Steel Country Series
Hammered
Destroyed
Wasted
Tied in Steel
Valentina
Paige (coming soon in 2018)
Gia (coming soon 2018)
IN THE LRAH or THE LEGACY SERIES FAMILY OF BOOKS
These families’ stories are intertwined starting with The Love series, they move to the Wrapped Series, the Burning Souls series, Love You Anyways, 27 Truths, 27 Lies, Her First Kiss, and His First Crush.
Many more series will spin off from these characters already written and each will be a standalone series but for those of us who love a story to continue I recommend reading in this order.
Best read in this order
The Love Series
Blue Love
New Love
Sad Love
True Love
The Wrapped Series
Wrapped In Silk
Wrapped In Armor
Wrapped In Always and Forever
Burning Souls Series
Stained
Forged
Merged
LRAH Legacy Additions
Love You Anyway
Love Notes
The Truth About Love Series
27 Truths
27 Lies
Firsts series
Her First Kiss
His First Crush
(The following are coming soon)
Keeka’s story
Jamies story
Lisa’s story
Christy’s story
The Norfolk Series
Irons
Shadows
Titan (coming soon)
The Caldwell Brothers Series
(co-written w/ Chelsea Camaron)
Hendrix
Morrison
Jagger
Visibly Broken
Use Me
Standalones
Offensive Rebound
Synopsis
VALENTINA
Tied In Steel
Synopsis
Betrayed by life
After falling in love with her bodyguard, Italian socialite Valentina Segretti, believed she no longer had to carry her secrets alone.
That his love saved her.
Then, in the blink of an eye, he left her, leaving her more alone and vulnerable than ever.
Betrayed by love
What Franco Protettore left behind became her reasons to live.
Pregnant with twins, Valentina had no choice but to protect his children the way he should have been there to do.
Empowered by women
Former party girl and fashion icon to lifestyle blogger, socialite to single mom, Valentina is followed by over a hundred thousand intrigued fans.
When love threatens to destroy her again, will she fight for it or strap on her stilettos and walk away?
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.
“You taste so good.”
I lap at her hot, little pussy, knowing I have denied every other woman I have been with this act, understanding it was one I needed to experience with her first
She tastes like everything good, better than everything good, better than anything I have ever eaten.
I need more.
I slip my tongue just inside her slit. I lick a little harder, then slowly up until I’m almost at her clit, and then down. She gets wetter and much more responsive verbally. One more time up, then I circle her clit and suck it between my lips. She moans and grabs my hair.
“Tell me how it feels, Valentina.”
Before she can respond, I shove my tongue deeper, lapping between her wet lips.
I’ll be damned. It tastes even better the deeper I go.
“So … good!” she yells out as her knees crush against my ears.
Hungry. I am so fucking hungry for her pussy.
I drag her to the bottom of the bed then throw her knees over my shoulders. She sits up and grabs my hair, pushing her hot, wet cunt harder against my face. She is shaking all over, which makes me want to give while taking even more.
She wants control, but for the first time, I can’t let her. I need it.
Her hands still in my hair, I wrap my arms around her legs, supporting her firm, round little ass, and stand. She holds on tightly as I push her back against the wall, fucking her with my tongue, sucking her little nub until she screams out her orgasm and digs her nails into my back. Her body trembles as I continue, until she cries out, “Misericordia, Franco, mercy.”
I slide that hot, drenched pussy down my face, rubbing my stubble against her thighs, as I slowly set her down on the
floor.
“Oh, my God,” she pants.
“That was just a taste of what I have in store for you.” I put her on the bed. “You want my cock in your mouth, Valentina?”
“I want to devour it, choke on it.” She grabs it and strokes. “It’s so …”
“Enorme,” I finish for her.
She looks up at me then darts her tongue out, licking from my balls to just beneath my head, and then back down. Over and over, she tastes my skin, and I groan my appreciation.
“You taste good.”
Her words, her kindness, just … her. I am now afraid I’m going to come much sooner than I want.
“Suck my cock, Valentina,” I grit out.
She circles her tongue around the tip then takes me deeper, inch by inch, brown eyes never leaving mine.
My cock in her mouth, her going up and down my length, slow then fast then slow again, I am in heaven. When she sucks, hollowing her cheeks and moaning on the way up, I pull back, not wanting to blow it yet.
“I want inside you.” I push her back while sucking on her breast. Then I rub her drenched, little pussy.
As she pushes against my hand, I slowly ease a finger inside her tight, little cunt.
“So tight,” I say, pushing another finger inside.
She cries out, “Yes!” Her hips begin to meet my hand. “Kiss me. Please kiss me.”