Page 37 of Vicious Union

“Nothing,” she grits out. “Now, shut up and fuck me.”

“Gladly.” I can ask her to tell me what’s wrong, but clearly, she doesn’t want to, and I’m not going to push it. If she wants to fuck, let’s fuck.

I tighten my hands on her hips and start moving her up and down on my cock. Caterina slowly shifts her hips in a circle. Soon, her breath starts coming back out in pants, and her eyes glaze over in lust.

“Finally quiet,” I tease as I fuck her harder by pulling her down onto my cock. She moans in response.

“I hate you,” she gasps, clutching my shoulders and grinding her body down against mine. She moves her hips faster and faster.

“I hate you.”

She slams her lips onto mine, and we kiss passionately while our bodies move together.

My hands roam up to her breasts, and I squeeze them. She moans and shifts her body even closer to mine. Then she grabs my hand and brings it back down to her clit. I rub it hard.

“Make me come,” she demands.

“You don’t always get to have everything you want,” I say, removing my hand.

She pouts.

I grip her hips and bring her down even harder onto my cock. She’s moving frantically on top of me, trying to reach her climax.

Which one of us will reach it first?

“You don’t get to boss me around,” she murmurs into my ear.

“That’s exactly what I get to do. And I think you like it.” I kiss her.

Which sends her over the edge.

She moans against my mouth as her body shudders its release. I follow quickly. My seed fills her up, and I don’t even care that we didn’t use protection. It feels too good to care.

She slumps against me, resting her head in the crook of my neck. I don’t pull out of her straightaway. Instead, I wrap my arms around her.

And we stay like that for a while.

Until she stirs and gets off me, wincing as she does. She grabs her underwear, but before she can pull it up, I stop her because I see something on her inner thigh.

Blood.

“Are you on your period?” I ask.

“I must have just gotten it,” she says, shrugging. She tries to pull her underwear up, but I don’t let her. “Emilio, let go.”

I look between her face and her inner thigh, and then it dawns on me. “Don’t tell me you were a virgin.”

She looks away as a flush covers her face, which tells me everything I need to know. Caterina is embarrassed and she’s never embarrassed.

“You were a virgin,” I say smugly.

She shoots me a look. “Don’t say it like that. I didn’t want you to know.”

“Why not?”

“Because I didn’t want to give you any power over me. And clearly, I was right because you’re looking at me like I belong to you, but I don’t, Emilio. I am my own person. I don’t belong to you.”

“I just took your virginity,” I say, cupping her pussy with my hand. She winces. “And clearly, I was too rough.” I let her go, and she scrambles into the driver’s seat, pulling her underwear back up and pulling her dress back down. “You should have told me, Caterina. If I’d known, I would have been gentler.”

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