Page 42 of Vicious Union

I look at him over my shoulder. “Yes.”

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this, Caterina. This is a punishment.”

“So?”

He growls and grabs me around the waist, spinning me toward him. I moan when he slams his lips against mine and kisses the hell out of me. He pins my body to the couch. My hands clutch his shoulders, bringing our bodies closer together.

Emilio picks me up and sets me on the arm of the couch, where I immediately wrap my legs around his waist. He doesn’t have a shirt on, so I’m able to roam my hands up and down his chest.

I gasp when he kisses down my throat. His hands grip my shirt and lifts it over my head, then tosses it with the rest of my clothes. I’m not wearing a bra today, and I’m so happy I’m not. Emilio cups my breasts as he kisses along my neck.

“So, is this a punishment?” I ask him.

“Be quiet,” he growls.

“Never. And I think you sort of like that.”

I push his pants down and free his cock. He presses it between my legs.

“Are you ready?” he asks. My body is on fire and alive and turned on in ways it never has been before.

“As if you care,” I snap back. “So, just fuck me.”

“I do care. I want you to be turned on for this.”

“Then feel if I’m turned on.” I grab his hand and place it between my legs. When he cups my pussy, I moan and buck my hips up for more.

His fingers slide through my folds, feeling my wetness. “Jesus,” he mutters. “You really are turned on.”

“So, fuck me, Emilio.”

He looks down at me with lust-filled dark eyes that light my body even more on fire, if that’s even possible. His cock presses against my entrance, and with one thrust of his hips, he enters me.

I make a sound that’s a mix of a moan and a cry of pain. My body is still getting used to this sensation, but god, I love it.

My legs wrap tighter around his waist as Emilio places his hands on the couch on either side of me and begins to thrust into me with a roughness I’ve grown to love. He doesn’t hold back when it comes to my body, and I’m grateful for that. I’m not some China doll that needs protecting. I’m a grown woman. If I want to be fucked, I have the right to be fucked.

I moan loudly when his erection touches that perfect spot within me. The spot that just makes my toes curl.

“What did I say about being quiet?” he says gruffly.

“You know I never listen to you.”

He increases his pace and thrusts into me harder. With each thrust, I moan. I can’t help it. I’m experiencing sex for the first time, and I love it. I held myself back from this experience because I didn’t want to disappoint my dad, but now that I’m a married woman, my dad’s opinion doesn’t matter anymore. Honestly, Emilio’s opinion doesn’t really matter to me either.

“I need more,” I say.

Emilio growls and grips my hips as he fucks me. “Don’t be greedy.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

He reaches between our bodies and presses down onto my clit. I cry out as the pleasurable sensation shoots right through my body. He continues pressing down on it as we fuck until my body can’t take anymore.

I come.

I press my chest to his and kiss his neck as my body trembles. Emilio doesn’t show my body any mercy, though. He continues to thrust into me until he comes next with a groan.

He slips his cock out of me and stuffs it back into his pants. “Did you learn your lesson yet?”

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