Page 104 of Koroleva

I moved closer to her, and she sought my mouth to kiss me and taste herself on me. I grabbed her by the waist and entered her with a deep thrust that made her legs clamp around my waist like a vise. Her scream filled my soul with joy. I lifted her and continued as I walked to press her against the wall.

Rough, dry, and excited thrusts turned her into the finest piece of art decorating the room.

Nikita was hot, thrilling, mobile, sweet, salty, and with a bitter edge that drove me crazy.

I pushed as if I could prop her up, leave her suspended in me forever. With her long legs as the only anchor point and those lacerating nails tattooing themselves into my skin.

"Come," she gasped into my mouth.

"I'm not wearing a condom."

"I'm on the pill, come," she insisted. "Today I want to feel you inside, very deep, do it."

"First, agree."

"To what?"

"Exclusivity," I admitted without stopping.

"Romeo..."

"Agree, and I will be yours too."

Our flesh continued to clash.

"Oh, fuck! I can't take it anymore! Can't we discuss this later?"

"Agree, or I stop right now."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Test me."

I stopped moving and she roared in frustration.

"Fine, damn it! I agree, I agree, I a..."

She couldn't finish because I was pushing again and the orgasm swept us away in a superhuman way.

40

The Box

I admit that when I sat down with the box in front of the sofa, I didn't think what I was experiencing was real.

My hands trembled as I looked at each piece of evidence inside it.

Romeo let me look at it without reservation, to delve into that intimate and private portion of his relationship with Yuri.

He sat down at the piano and began to play a piece I did not recognize, but which clearly reflected his melancholic mood.

My hands trembled.

My husband had kept everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything. If I had known what modesty was, I would have felt it. It was a kind of mini-shrine of the two of them, compiling photos, printed conversations, even memory cards loaded with videos. Along with the box, he brought a laptop in case I wanted to view them. And I could not deny the evidence, all that material was not forged and was stored with great care, as if it were something as precious as it was prized.

My chest tightened as soon as I saw Yuri. Two years without seeing him, two long years without hearing the tone of his voice calling me Kalinka, teasing me or joking around. Seeing him there with Romeo, sharing snippets of their lives; it hurt, it stung, especially because they did it behind my back, when I thought we had no secrets between us. True, I no longer lived at home, but he still came and went frequently. He could have told me!

My brother lied to us, both to my father and to me. He openly deceived us, hiding his relationship with the Capulet.

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