Something inside her snapped.
Not broke—snapped wide fucking open. Like a cage door exploding off its hinges.
Valentina did not wait. She did not beg forever. She was not built to be passive prey.
She moved.
Explosive. Lightning fast. Violent in the way only someone with perfect, lethal control of their body could be.
One second she was bent over the bench, ass up, pussy gaping and dripping shamelessly for him.
The next—spin, powerful leg hooking behind his knee, shoulder slamming into his chest. She used every ounce of her elite strength, every fiber of those thick, sculpted thighs and shredded core, to take him down hard.
Phei hit the mat with a heavy thud, a surprised grunt ripping out of him as his back met the floor.
Before he could even process the shift, she was on him—straddling his hips like a conqueror, knees pinning his thighs with iron force, hands slamming his wrists above his head in a grip that would have crushed a normal man.
